Title: The Smell of Home
Rating: NC-17
Ships: Molly/Ginny
Warnings: *points to ship*
Summery: Ginny and Molly both have something they've lost forever. How will they forget it?

Made for: nakedcelt



Ginny smiled as she came through the door. The smell of home greated her like an enveloping blanket of comfort. It was the only comfort after what had happened. She set her bags down carefully near the foot of the stairs, took off her scarf and examined her environment. Everything was in the same place as she had remembered. Mum had never had the time to rearrange. Ginny slowly unbuttoned her coat as she walked to the fireplace. She let out a soft sigh looking at the pictures on the mantle. A smiling happy family, her second year at Hogwarts.....Egypt.....Bill.....but she couldn't think about Bill..... Her gloved fingers touched a frame.....a happy moment, sixth year....Harry was there. A smile crossed her face and quickly faded back into its place. Life had never been the same after that moment.....

Ginny turned, not wanting to see the pictures. She drapped her coat over the banister of the stairs and fingered the wood beneigth it for a moment, lost in thought. Would anything ever be the same? Never. The kitchen was next.....she could already hear the faint sobbing. Ginny took a deep breath, pulled her hair back into a twist and smoothed her skirt. She had to be strong; she was the staple of the family after all. She stepped forward, letting her heals click with the wood floor, it would alert her mother of her presence.

And there sat her mother, hand on a mixing bowl, red hair flying everywhere, flower on her cheek and brow. Ginny half smiled but her mother's tears crushed her heart. It would never end.....never. She walked to the table, took the mixing bowl from her mother and knelt to hug her. Mrs. Weasley erupted in tears, clinging to her daughter for dear life. Ginny shushed and soothed. Ginny whiped her mother's cheek. Ginny bit her lip, fighting tears.

"G-g-g-ginny......." Mrs. Weasley sputtered out. Ginny didn't answer, just held. That was all she could do without losing her composure too. Ginny's knees were beginning to hurt, kneeling there with the whole of her mother's weight on her but she wouldn't reposition. That would break the bond of comfort being helped and being helpful. Mrs. Weasley's sobs began to die down now reduced to hiccoughs. Ginny pulled away from her mother's tight grip and looked into her face. It was flushed, tear-streaked and hair collected in clumps at her cheeks.

"Oh Mum.....I'm so sorry....." Ginny whispered, whiping away the hair and kissing her cheek. She felt helpless. Her mother was so filled with dispair.....so filled with loss. Ginny knew she was the only one her mother truely had left. She held her mother's hands and sat back on her calves. Ginny kissed her mothers hand and just sat staring at her. What else could she do? Everything was dead inside for her too but no tears were allowed on her Weasley-freakled cheeks. Tears would be the downfall of everything. Holding it in was everything. "I wish I could bring him back.....I'm so sorry....."

"I.....I...." Mrs. Weasley was speachless. The loss of a husband would do that to a woman. Ginny got up and hugged her mother tight. What words could be said?

"I love you, Mum." Ginny said and kissed her mother's cheek, her lips pressed to her mother's cheek hard, she pulled away and kissed her again.....finding that her lips were now on her mother's. Ginny felt a sudden flash of need. She didn't hesitate in pushing her mouth harder to her mother's. Ginny gasped slightly as she felt her mother's lips open to give her tongue access. But she wouldn't pass up this opertunity. She frantically found her tongue pushing in, gaining a taste of chocolate......her mother had been binge eating....eating away her pain; the taste suited her. Ginny put her hand to her mothers theigh and soon found that was not the right thing to do. Her mother quickly broke away the kiss.

"Ginny, what.......what were we doing?" Mrs. Weasley said looking up to her daughter in awe.

"I think I was helping you......" Ginny whispered, keeping her hand on her mother's theigh as she thought, I was helping myself also. "I can stop if you want to.....I just....wanted to take away the pain."

Ginny didn't get an answer, only Mrs. Weasley pulling her daughter into her lap. Ginny was shocked with the raw passion her mother showed as they kissed. Hands moved, tongues twisted and breathing was becoming heavy. Several times Ginny's eys opened to make sure this was real.....was she going to go any farther then this? She got her answer soon enough.....

"I want you in my bed.....I want to remember times past......" Mrs. Weasley seemed dazed but determined. Ginny nodded and pulled her mother through the hallway to the stairs, to her mother's room......parents room. She placed her Mrs. Weasley carefully on the bed, placing butterfly kisses on her arms and chest. Clothes came off with a slight dramatic flourish through the air. Ginny didn't take off any of hers, this was for her mother to forget. Ginny slid down her mother's figure kissing her way down to a flesh she never thought would be explored. She burried her head between Mrs. Weasley's legs, smiling as the taste and smell enveloped her senses. Ginny licked around her mother's clit......up around it and then moved more south, driving her tongue in and out, lapping up everything. Ginny looked up and watched her mother gripping the sheets, eyes shut againct everything. All the emotions running between the both of them were more then what they were doing. This wasn't about passion......this wasn't about want or need.....this was about forgetting a loss, forgeting all the pain and all the fears of losing a father.....a husband. Ginny clamped her mouth onto her mother's clit and sucked. She slammed her fingers in, fucking her mother, stealing gasps from a mouth that once belonged to her father. Ginny soon felt her mother cumming, screaming her daughter's name. Then there was silence. Ginny pulled herself away from her sin and looked at the woman before her. Her legs were open, chest heaving, mouth slightly parted, hair everywhere......she looked like a fallen angel. A fallen angel of glory......perfectly wrong.

Ginny turned, it had been enough for her to help her mother like that. She didn't need to get herself vulnerable to feelings. This was something her mother needed. Ginny left the room, down the stairs, into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. She drank the whole glass and with it went away the taste of her mother. She twisted her hair back up again, smoothed her skirt and walked into the hall. Ginny picked up her coat, sliding her hands over the buttons and put on her scarf. She looked around for a moment, taking in the seemingly unchanging atmosphere of her childhood home. She picked up her bags near the foot of the stairs and walked out the door, leaving the smell of home that once made her feel perfect but now.......made her feel evil. She apperated away, back to her husband, back to her kids.......she wouldn't come back here again. This was no longer home.