I must say something; I'm mad at the moment; my beta reader isn't answering my emails and I'm going insane… what is there for a girl like me to do? L

That's all I'm saying.

And people… review! Please! You did not answer any of my previous questions! (For a better reference to this comment, please read the author's note at the beginning of chapter 30)… I desperately need your approval!

I leave you to chapter 31, now…enjoy.

Chapter 31: A Hermione Granger or a Ronald Weasley?

Florence was sitting on her bed when her black owl, Hamilkar, entered the room.

"Letter from George"- Florence thought while running all the way to the window on the left side of the suite. She was anxious; her heart was filled with new sensations; feelings she hadn't experienced before. She needed George; but in an obsessive and desperate way. She loved him; but this time George wasn't around to talk. George was far though Florence did not know that.

She searched for a piece of parchment and a quill all through her room. Then, she wrote:

Dear George,

How is everything? Sorry if I didn't ask in my last letter; the urge I had for writing was incredible. I search for you last night; I kept looking for red heads all around the city, though it's a little bit dangerous to walk at night.

Sorry if my deepest desires hurt you, George. I am sorry. I want nothing but the best for you, my angel, but sometimes I find it difficult to lock my feelings inside my soul. I hope you will understand. I know we've reached an agreement, and I intend to honour my word.

No, George. I am not here with Snape. How can you think that? I am here with my owl and sometimes with your letters. I sleep with them under my pillow… they conserve some of your smell.

Thanks for your words of constant support, George. I know I breath through my words… what I do not know is if I am the best. I doubt it. I am totally devoted to my stories; that's all. That is not necessarily a good thing; "It does not do too dwell to live on dreams and forget to live; remember that".

I miss your old self, George. I miss him so much! But I miss my old self too… I guess we've done a pretty good job destroying them.

Make no mistake; you will be in me forever too.

What's up with the phrases? I thought I was the writer!

Have you heard about your family? Have you heard about Ginny, or Harry? And what about Hermione and Ron? I haven't had a word with them…since…well…since two days ago. But its just strange, don't you agree?

I'm off to breakfast, George.

I expect to find you there…

Regards,

Florence

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The D day had arrived. Today was the day; they would know if a child was on the way.

The mediwitch's reception hall was cold, though the expectation was burning Ron's stomach. What if Hermione was pregnant? Should he ask her to get married? He wanted to be attach to her forever, but… was it the right moment? I mean… would he ask her for the proper reasons?

-Hermione Granger- The mediwitch said from inside her office.

Hermione and Ron both stood up in a second. He took Hermione's hand on his own tightly and walking slowly to the Mediwitch's office they entered the room.

-Ms Hermione Granger…and Mr. …?- The magical doctor asked, looking in Ron's direction.

-Mr Weasley; Mr Ronald Weasley- He said in a very James Bond tone. Hermione sighed; he could behave like such a child sometimes. But she loved him for that.

-Pleasure- The mediwitch said, sitting on her leather chair, behind her black desk. The walls were white and the place looked rather gloomy. She didn't like it there.

-Mrs. Goodman, we are here because I believe I might be pregnant- Hermione confessed, blushing slightly.

-Oh, peachy…- Mrs Goodman said sarcastically- and am I right when guessing Mr. Weasley here is the father?- She inquiring raising an eyebrow. She was rather unpleasant for an obstetrician.

-Of course- Ron said defensibly.

-How wonderful!- She said clapping her hands, obviously mocking the couple opposite her- please, take a sit.

Hermione did as she was told. Ron did not like the woman. He didn't let Hermione's hand go the whole time the session lasted.

The mediwitch handed a short, red bottle to Hermione and ordered her to drink it. Quickly. She nodded and drank the whole position until the bottle was left empty.

-Now, Mr. Granger, we'll know if you are or not pregnant- Mrs. Goodman said, with a mocking smile. She was a very nasty person, she was.

-When are we going to…?- Ron asked but the red steam coming from Hermione's head interrupted him.

-Congratulations, Ms Granger and Mr. Weasley… you are going to have a child- She said shortly.

Neither Hermione nor Ron could believe their ears. Hermione's eyes were slowly starting to fill with tears; tears of happiness of course. She was pregnant; she was going to have a child. She was going to be a mum.

Ron was searching for something in the white wall because he couldn't stop staring at it. After a while he came to his senses and looking straight into Hermione's eyes, he hugged her with all the strength in his body. She was going to give birth to his child; another Weasley red head would come to the world.

-Excuse me if I'm interrupting a Kodak moment- The mediwitch said meanly- but do you want to know if the baby is a she or a he?- She asked.

The couple nodded at the same time.

-Well… you are going to have baby twins…so… you'll give birth to a little Hermione Granger AND a little Ronald Weasley- She said spiteful.

Ron and Hermione had stopped listening when she pronounced the word "twins". They were going to have a baby girl for Ron to spoil and a baby boy for Hermione to smile. They looked into each others eyes; their gazes filled with happiness and excitement; being parents was something neither of them had thought of. But now that their dreams had become a reality, they couldn't have been more contented.

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Japan was great. George had done creative and important things during his stay at the capital city of technology; Tokyo. A new branch of Weasley Wizard Wheezes was due to open in no time and his career was better than ever.

His personal life was another subject. His love, his flower, his Florence…the only woman that had stolen his heart in his whole life… was not around for the first time in a long time.

When Hamilkar arrived, the very next day, he was happy to receive news from his former wife. He read the letter and taking his parchment and quill from inside a drawer he wrote:

Dear Florence,

How are you? I am fine, thank you very much. I was glad to receive another letter so soon. It's always nice to hear from the people you love. As long as we are on the subject, I wanted to let you know that no one has written so far. It's been three days since we left the burrow; I'm starting to worry.

Have you heard from Snape, though? Now that I know that he isn't with you I can search for your face without fearing he is with you.

I know you intend to honour your word; you are the honest one in this relationship. I've cheated on you so many times- not sexually, but psychological- that I know that is hard to believe on a person like myself. I feel something similar with your relationship with Snape. Since the day I've discovered that you had lost your virginity to him, I had found it difficult to accept you as mine. He is always in the way, Florence. Someone is always in the way.

 You do breath to your words; but you have a life of your own as well. Come on, Florence! Your life has always been filled with adventures! By George, woman! Please! You've had a life that could beat all Daniel Steel's novels together.

I agree; we've destroyed our former selves. But we've done a pretty good job creating this incredible new personalities. We are different from the people we were 10 years ago; and eventhough I sometimes find myself missing them a lot, I have to understand that growing up, and moving on is a part of life.

I miss you Florence. I fight this feelings daily… but I must admit that being without you, being away from you is one of the hardest- if not the single- things I've ever done in my life.

I love you, Florence and I look forward to hearing from you. I also conserve your letters, not because of the perfume they hold, which is as sweet as candy, but because they are yours.

I haven't had sex in weeks, Florence. Remember our last time? I miss making love to you so much.

Hope to find you at the pub around the corner,

Love,

George