Hey! Somebody asked if I was going to have a third story following the same plot line. My answer is… I don't know. Nobody wishes that more than me, but I think that it would make my story a soap opera; I don't want to go to extremes with my characters (Florence, for once, and the OOC personalities that I've created for JK's characters) just to keep writing about them. I reckon that if I can come up with a decent plot line, I will write a third part. THANKS FOR CARING! THANKS!
My story is like 10 chapters away from the D day…I haven't written the end yet. I've only written until chapter 33. Anyway…
…enjoy this chapter. It's short, but its nice. And its of VITAL importance for the next chapters. Hope you like it…
Chapter 28: A Morning Filled with Goodbyes or "See You Soon's"
She woke up feeling dizzy. Why was her head spinning?
"Maybe I had too much chocolate"- She thought, while pulling the toilet seat up. The memories of the day before started running through her head like a roller coaster; she needed to stop fulfilling Ron's fantasies, otherwise her stomach wouldn't resist a lot more.
-'Mione, love, are you alright?- A very worried Ronald Weasley asked from behind the door. He was only wearing boxers- with little snitches- and his pale chest was filled with chocolate stains.
-Been having fun?- George asked, fully dressed in blue. He had one suitcase in his hand and a determinate look in his eyes.
-What did you pack for?- Ron asked, amazed to see his brother carrying something rather than a bag filled with pranks.
-I'm leaving, Ron- He confessed, squeezing the small handle on the suitcase a little bit harder.
-…but…why? I mean… this is your house…- Ron tried to explain how he deserved to stay there more than the other guests, but despite his attempts to persuade his older brother, he failed.
-Ron, please… lets not do this. We are men; not little girls. My self preservation instinct tells me I got to do this, because if I don't, I'll be worse for the whole of us- He said, walking towards his little brother.
-George, she…- Ron tried to tell the twin, but no words came out of his mouth. He couldn't speak about Florence; Ron cared about Florence too much.
-I know. She's great, she's everything I'll ever need and we are perfect for each other. But this is real life, Ron…and in real life, people who sometimes are meant to be, end up marring other people… and live mediocre lives- He said, sadly.
-I can't believe this…- Ron shouted angrily.
-Why? Why can't you believe this? I mean… we tried to be together, and it didn't work. Maybe later in the future… we'll try again. I know she is the one, Ron…I'll try not to shag around too much and keep myself fit so when the time comes, I'll make sure not to screw it up again- He said faking a smile.
He hugged his brother tightly, as he had never done before, and patting him on the back, he disappeared.
But Ron waste no time on tears, when Hermione shouted in pain.
-What's the matter, Hermione?- He shouted desperately- What was that? Are you ok?
-I'm fine, Ron…too much chocolate, please…let me be- She begged.
-HERMIONE!- he shouted- LET ME IN!
-RON, STOP BEING SUCH A PAIN IN THE NECK!- Hermione said angrily. She proceeded to throw up two seconds after finishing that statement.
-HERMIONE! LET ME IN, I'M TELLING YOU!- Ron demanded.
-Ronnie, she is just fine- a very soft, feminine voice said from behind- too much chocolate often provokes this kind of illnesses.
-Florence, two minutes ago…- Ron said almost in shock, as if his now ex- sister-in-law was a ghost- he…he…he…
-I know, Ron. I know- She said weakly, apparently searching for something in the carpet.
-He's gone- He finally said, gasping for air, as if saying the words required too much of an effort for him.
-Yep… I know- She said in the same cheerless tone that George had used minutes before-
-I don't understand either of your behaviours- Ron commented, still alarmed by the throwing up going on behind the door.
-Ron- Florence said, touching his arm slightly with her right hand- don't worry… we'll be fine. We share custody of our dog- She said, obviously joking.
-You don't own a dog- He said miserably.
-I know, but I'll purchase one for us to share if that makes you feel better- She said, trying to persuade Ron to smile. He finally did, and squeezing the very same suitcase that Ron had seen in George's hand, she hugged him firmly and kissing the top of his head, she left.
-OH, MY GOD!- Hermione shouted, disturbing Ron's thoughts.
-She's pregnant; Mr. Weasley- A very bitter, very deep voice said from the very same spot Florence and George had been standing minutes before. It was, no doubts, Severus Snape.
-What would you know?- Ron asked madly. The man standing only meters away from him was the cause of Florence and George's break up. He was the cause of so much pain that Ron was trying hard to prevent himself from punching Hogwarts most famous- most feared- potion's master on the face.
-Mr. Weasley, I may not know how to prepare a fruit salad, but I do know about pregnant women- He said bitterly, squeezing a much bigger, much blacker suitcase.
-Are you leaving?- Ron asked closing his fists.
-Well, yes, of course- He said in amazement- You can't expect me to hang around here now that the wedding had taken place, now can you?- He asked sarcastically. Ron nodded. He was too angry to talk- I expect to see you around, Mr. Weasley, though I doubt I will enjoy it- He finally said, and waving his hand from above his shoulder, he left the burrow.
And then the meaning of Snape's words hit him. They really hit him. Hermione pregnant?
And just when he was starting to process Snape's words…a very pale, puffy eyed Hermione opened the bathroom looking very sick indeed. Ron wasted no time; he took her tightly around the waist and holding her body in his arms, he headed towards the Burrow's kitchen where sure enough, Molly Weasley was preparing breakfast.
