Ok… here we are. Chapter 44…I was planning on finishing this story in chapter 48, but I guess I'll make 49 or may be 50.

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Chapter 44: To Snape or not to Snape?

George Weasley had a few things to worry about. For one, Florence had just left leaving him alone with an ex lover who claims her child is his son. He couldn't possibly deny the fact that the little kid looked a lot like him; it was obvious.

Why now, though? Why did she appear now, after years of silence? Something about this situation seemed almost illogical.

Catherine had been his lover in the past; as a matter of fact they had met there, in that same restaurant- "The three broomsticks"- only three years ago. He remembered being so mad that night; he remembered drinking so much that night. But then again, back then, everyday was depressing and every night was the right time to get drunk.

He couldn't stop staring at the red head boy playing with his wooden train in front of him; the child had his same small nose, his same blue eyes, his same full lips, and his same frecklish face.

He suddenly felt the urge to caressed his head and scramble his hair… he needed to pant him on the back and tell him the bloody truth… the truth that had been kept from him since the very beginning.

'Hello there, little fellow… how are you?,' He asked in his most childish voice.

'Hello,' The boy replied shyly.

'You know who I am?,' George enquired, getting on his knees to speak face to face with the kid.

'Dad,' The little kid replied, putting his arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. George had lost, at the moment, the ability to talk. He just couldn't believe it; the kid knew he was his dad… but how? George got on his feet, with little George on his arms, and turning his head to where Catherine was he asked:

'How does he…?,' He started to say, but Catherine interrupted him.

'Because I always show him this picture of you,' She said at once, removing the photograph from the pocket in her apron, 'May be you can't remember giving me this… but you sure did… you even signed it,' She confessed.

'Why didn't you contact me, Catherine?,' He asked, sadness in his eyes.

'Because I've just arrived from Liverpool… he was born there,' She said in a fragile tone, 'I moved only three days after the night George was conceived,'

'Still…,' He started to say, but once again, she interrupted him.

'No, George… we both know we are not perfect for each other. Besides, I'm engaged now,' She confessed blushing like a tomato.

'To whom?,' He curiously asked.

'To no one you know, I'm sure… his name is Leopold Poyt,' She simply said, though her cheeks had turned purple by now.

'Do you think I can get to see my son more often?,' George enquired, not exactly knowing what her answer would be.

'Of course you can,' She declared, nodding frantically.

'I'm glad...,' He said smiling, and putting his hand in his pocket, he removed a card that read:

Weasley Wizard Wheezes

You name it, we have it.

Joke shop for the modern wizard with necessities

Main store: 36 Diagon Alley, London.

We'll be glad to receive your order by owl post, or Floo network.

'You'll find me there,' He said happily. She nodded, and saving the card on her pocket with George's photograph she took little George on her arms and walked towards the kitchen, leaving behind her own address on a piece of parchment.

And then, it hit him…

'Florence…!,' He shouted like mad, remembering his ex wife.

But as much as George looked that night, he did not find her.

What George did not, however, was that Florence was peacefully sleeping, wrapped in the arms of her former Potion's professor; Severus Snape.

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Night became day, and soon enough Ron had woken up with a backache. Sleeping on a brand new sofa was not one of Ron's favourite ideas… but Hermione had kicked him out of their room… completely hysterical.

The motive? He did not want to have sex with pregnant Hermione; he wanted to have sex with regular Hermione and she did not like the idea one bit.

You see… pregnant women are usually very emotional about…well…almost about everything. And Ron's rejection not only came as a shock to Hermione but it depressed her as well.

But it was eight O'clock now and it was time to face facts.

Hermione woke up feeling very sad… she felt fat, ugly and stupid, which in her opinion, was the worst cocktail of all. Ron, the love of her life and the father of her twins, had refused to make love to her. He was too disgusted by her figure or her looks; he didn't even want to touch her.

She got off of her bed, and putting her slippers on she crawled to the kitchen for some breakfast. She was craving for pudding, eventhough she had hated pudding all her life.

She sat on the kitchen chair and with a flick of her wand; the pudding was resting comfortably on her hands. She started eating the delicious meal in front of her, waiting for Ron to appear.

'Any moment now,' She thought to herself while devouring a spoonful of chocolate pudding.

It took Ron twenty minutes to make up his mind and entered the kitchen, though. He had rehearsed his speech several times now and he was almost sure he would perform alright. His only way out of his problem was, of course, apologizing for being so rude to her.

'Ehh...'Mione…,' He started to say, but Hermione did not let him finish.

'It's ok, Ron…I understand. I've almost been… you know… not enough of a woman for you,' She shyly said, not exactly knowing where that had come from.

'Hermione, are you mad?,' Ron frantically asked, getting closer to her.

'Ron… why didn't you want to touch me then?,' She asked with her eyes filled with tears.

'Because… because I don't want to hurt you or the babies,' He confessed; then he added, 'and because I'm scared… and because It will be awkward,' He said, wrapping his arms around her waist.

'I know… may be you are right…,' She shyly said, '…I don't want to force you to do something you don't want to,'

'I know, 'Mione… you know you're beautiful, right? Don't ever doubt that,' He said in reference to one of her previous statements.

'Yes?,' She asked with a wide smile on her face.

'Of course you are… you are the most beautiful woman in the world, Hermione… you should know how I fell about you by now,' He said caressing her cheek. He, then, leaned forward and proceeded to kiss her fully on the lips. He loved her, oh Gods! How much he loved her.

And that, my friends, is the most powerful weapon men own: Love.

So, lifting her up in his arms, he carried her to their bedroom and placing her on the bed, they did not have sex but made love. And, for Hermione at least, it made all the difference in the world.