"RONALD WEASLEY!"

Ron jumped in his sleep and fumbled with his hand to grab his wand to turn off his alarm. He must have forgotten to reset it the night before. When he didn't hear the usual 'get out of bed this instant', he raised his head and saw that it wasn't his alarm. "Mum?" he said groggily. Waking up a little more he thought, Mum's here? Mum's here!

Ron vaulted out of bed, pulled on some clothes and was down the stairs in mere moments. Seeing his mother looking around the almost bare living room, except for the occasional box here or there he walked over to her. "Hi Mum. What are you doing here?"

"Making sure you're still alive, Ronald Weasley." She turned towards him with a frown on her face. "Where are all your things? I had to clean up after you for seventeen years. I know you're a messy child." Clicking her tongue at him, Molly walked forward pulling him against her.

"Erm... Mum..." Ron made a face as she pulled him towards her. He stepped back and rubbed his face in his hands. "I haven't had time to unpack things. I am at practice everyday. So... I have things in the icebox if you wanted something."

"You could have called me," Molly began walking towards the kitchen, "I would have come over and unpacked for you. Made sure there were things up on your walls, your flatware was put away correctly." Truth was, Ron hadn't really needed her past his sixth year in school, and she knew this. Of course, this didn't mean she still was hoping he'd let her mother him a bit.

Ron looked around his flat. He was never there, why should he unpack? He saw the curtains she had made him hanging from the window sills, "I have your curtains hanging up," he pointed. "See? I unpacked something." He moved forward and looked around for the tea that he knew was around somewhere. She found it first.

Moving around the kitchen like only a mother can, Molly busied herself with the kettle and water, shaking her head. "Curtains up is not unpacking, love, no matter who you are. You need furniture at the very least. Do you just use the bed for everything?" She laughed at herself with that question, not meaning it the way it had come out, but not willing to rephrase.

"Well... sleeping yes." Ewww. She probably doesn't even know that could be interpreted for something else. Ron shuffled over to the table and sat. He leaned down and rested his head on the surface. "I'm not really here all that often, mum. And I don't have anyone over. Matter of fact, I don't think Harry has seen the inside of this place since he helped me move in." He saw the pile of post sitting on the table and moved it to sit on a chair. Wouldn't do to have her angry about that too.

Molly opened the cabinets, frowning when there were no tea cups in sight. She grabbed two plates and transfigured them, pulling the kettle off the stove the second it started whistling. She'd gotten very good at her tea timing over her years, and it was amazing to her that her sons had never picked up the talent. "Well, Harry's a busy boy, what with him getting promoted and everything. You just need to invite him over. I'm sure he'd love to stop by. You know, I think don't any of your friends or family would say no if you invited them over." She turned and threw him a significant look over her shoulder as she fixed their tea.

"I'm sure if I had time they would be glad to come over. Ginny makes her way over here often," Ron rambled on before he looked up at his mother and thought it might not be best to let her know he wasn't able to shop for himself. "...to chat, I mean." He looked down at his tea and added some sugar. He needed something to wake himself up.

"So how is the family? Oh!" Ron remembered, "Jack. That was definitely some news."

A smile grew on Molly's face when she thought about Jackson. "He's amazing." She frowned. "You didn't give her a hard time, did you? She said that Ginny didn't take it that well."

"No, I didn't even think about giving her a hard time. Didn't even think to ask what took so long. I was just so stunned about having a nephew. It is rather a lot. Especially of Percy. If you would have asked me, I would have said the father would have been George. No way had I thought Percy to have it in him." He looked up at Molly and felt that pang of loss that he always felt when refering to his lost brothers. He smiled at her, letting her know he was only joking.

"I'm beginning to think there's a lot about Percy that we didn't know." She sat at the table, turning the cup of tea in her hands. She loved each and everyone of her children, but it was hard to admit that maybe she didn't know who they were. It was hard for any mother to admit that they didn't know their children as much as they thought they had. "I'm going to have a dinner soon, something where we can all get to know Jack and Penelope better. We have six years to make up for, and I swear to Merlin, Ronald Weasley, if you're not there, I will owl your coach a howler demanding that he give you the day off."

"Don't do that," Ron said quickly. "I'll be there." He eyed the post sitting on the chair next to him. "Maybe just tell Errol not to let up until I've read the invite?" He loathed giving her this information, as now she would tell Errol to do that from now on, but if his coach got a Howler from his mum, there wouldn't be an end to the jokes and the teasing. Ron didn't think he would ever live it down. And he definitely didn't need that extra bit on his plate right now. Not with practice and games and a new nephew to catch up with. Six years was a long time.

"So, I'm off to Italy tomorrow for a match on Sunday. Coach wants us to get there a day early and practice on the field, get used to it. Even though we've played there before, he likes us to have the advantage of getting familiar with it. Not to give the opposing team too much a home court advantage." He took a sip of tea and looked over the rim at his mother.

"You know," Ron paused a bit. "I could get you tickets in the VIP box sometime. I know you guys have seen me play before, but you could have seasonal tickets. Something tells me Jack likes quidditch, so you could take him." His eyes wandered up to his mum, wondering if she liked this offer. He was always a bit nervous to have people he knew watch him play, but it was something to get over. If Jack enjoyed it, then maybe he could try and overcome his nerves.

"Oh, Ronald, that's a brilliant idea! I'm sure Jack would be thrilled to go to a match, and while I never played myself, I've watched you lot play in the field enough that I know the rules. Your father and I could explain it to him! That'd be perfect!" Instantly happy about this idea, Molly sipped her tea, grinning at her youngest son. "You'll have to let me know when your next home game is, so I can owl Penelope and make plans."

Ron's cheeks grew red as his mother got more and more excited, "It was just a thought, Mum. I'll let you know when the next home game is." He finished his tea and remembered something else from his visit from Penelope.

"So, Mum. What's this your teaching at Malfoy's school? I think it's brilliant you want to teach, why does it have to be with Malfoy? He's a right git."

"He's courting your sister and he took care of her this last weekend, so I won't have you calling him a git." She frowned, the frown turning into a grin when she thought about the school. "I'm just going to be helping out. I haven't really talked with Draco in depth about what he wants me to do. I know how to deal with children, you all kept me nice and busy and I know how to multi-task, but I'm not sure if I'm exactly what he's looking for in a teacher. Maybe he just wants me to be a chaperone, of sorts."

Ron frowned at the mention of the git dating his sister. "Mum, whatever he wants you to do, I'm sure you'll be fine at. Hell, he probably wants you to hold the place together. Raising six children ought to give you a better head start than being a gi-" Ron thought for a moment. "Former Death Eater."

"Oh, I don't think Draco has any intentions to teach. And if he did, he'd be perfectly fine, Ronald. He's changed since you went to school with him, just like you've changed as well. Even if you never get along, you can at least respect him. Ginny's not rash, and if she's given her heart to him, then you need to respect that. The whole family does. I don't except you to be friends, but I do expect civility in my house."

Knowing 'civility in her house' meant the prat would be coming to family dinners, Ron scowled. He would put up with it, but he didn't have to like it.

Summary: Molly visits Ron at his flat.