This is that last part of my story. However, recently I was requested to make it one LONG story. I am considering doing this. Also, if someone would like to be the one to write the long story based on this, just tell me. All you have to do is mention where your idea came from, which is me and my 4 part story. If no one wants to take over, I will consider doing it. :)

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I reread the letter over and over again. I couldn't seem to understand it. Fred had ignored me, pushed me away, and I thought he hated me for everything I had done. I nearly broke into tears infront of everyone around her. I am walking now, trying to figure out what to do. Do I go seem him? Or maybe he just wanted to break me and Ron up so I wouldn't have anyone. But that didn't seem like Fred. Fred was kind, generous, and I love him.

Sometimes, I could be having the worst day. All I have to do is say his name and it makes everything better. I can't explain it, but I do love him. I love him so much it hurts. I entered what used to be my flat with Ron. I should gather my stuff and leave. I already rented a flat in downtown Europe. I just need to get the rest of my stuff. I hear moaning and I follow the noise. It leads to my bedroom, what used to be my bedroom. I see Ron completely starkers, with Luna on top of him.

I cleared my throat loudly as they both stop to glare at me for interrupting what appeared to be a good time.

I sigh and ask casually, "When did you start dating Luna?"

Ron sneered, something I always hated, "I'm not dating Luna. I just need to relieve some tension."

I shook my head and made my way to my already packed suitcase as I muttered to myself, "He could never please me."

Ron must of heard it because I heard him chuckle loudly, "It's hard to please someone like you, Hermione. You're nothing but a whore. Too overused and a waste of time."

I reddened, anger stretching across my face, "Fred didn't have a problem with it. I guess he's just more of a man than you."

Ron looked at me like he wanted to hit me. Ron was a lot of things but he wasn't physically abusive. Ever since we got married, he lost interest in me. I wasted five years of my life on hoping he'd change. In that five years, I fell in love with his older brother. It was something I couldn't help. Fred was something I needed at the time. He's something I need now.

I picked up my suitcase and walked out. I didn't bother to say goodbye. I didn't frankly care about saying any last words to him. He didn't even deserve that.

I apparated to my flat. It was small but cozy. It wasn't decorated yet. I had just moved in, well barely. The lights were off so I flicked them on. I heard footsteps in another room. Who would be here? Who knew where I lived now? People barely knew of the divorce. Harry knew but he took Ron's side.

I moved slowly through the flat and to my bedroom door. I pressed my ear to the door and listened. There were footsteps again, pacing. I opened the door but the lights were off in this room as well. I flicked them on, slowly. What I saw shocked me.

Fred was in my room, pacing my floor. He stopped and looked at me. His emerald eyes searched my chocolate ones.

Finally, he smiled, "Hi, love. Do you know what we're having?"

I knew he meant our baby, but I think I lost my voice because I couldn't speak.

Fred walked up to me so our chests were touching. It sent warmth down my spine, something I hadn't felt in a long time.

Fred leaned down to whisper in my ear, "Do you know what we're having?"

Finding my voice, I said breathlessly, "A girl."

Fred pulled back to stare at my face, "Good. I hope she'll be as lovely as her mother."

He leant down to capture my lips in a searing kiss and all was forgotten. I loved him. I wanted him. He was everything to me. And now, I have him.