Well…two chapters more to go! I'm really down; I ended this story Saturday night and I still haven't come up with a decent plot line for my next story. I'm down! Do I need a break from writing after devoting myself entire to my stories for half a year? I dunno…

…I need my muse!

Anyway… this is chapter 47 and I guess you'll like it better than the other chapters…

…the end is near, my friends.

So…well…here it is; chapter 47… enjoy!

Chapter 47: The D day II

Two hours had passed since Hermione had entered the delivery room.

The whole bunch of Weasley's, Harry and Mrs. And Mr. Granger, who had arrived only minutes ago, were waiting for news. Catherine and his fiancé Leopold had also recently arrived at St. Mungo's along with George's baby son "Georgie" as everyone was starting to call him.

Molly and Arthur Weasley were elated with the news of George's parenthood; they were extremely excited about the idea of becoming grandparents of three.

Percy and Penelope entered the room only minutes after, just to support Ron in this very important moment of his life.

'Is everything alright, baby brother?,' Fred asked with a grin on his face, while holding Neville's hand. Apparently the letter Fred had received when staying at the Burrow had been from Neville who begged for his forgiveness and asked for another chance.

Ron looked up to meet his gaze. He was extremely pale and his blue eyes depicted anxiety and fear.

'I'm ok,' He simple answered, though his lower lip was madly trembling. No one there but his father Arthur could possibly comprehend the feelings Ron was having at the moment. No one but Arthur could understand the panic that was burning Ron's inside's like hot coal. He was not only scared, but nervous… he was about to be a father.

Two souls, in a matter of minutes, would depend exclusively on him and Hermione. And that not only was a lot of responsibility but a lot but a lot of pressure. A strong ache coming from his stomach, however, told him everything would be alright as long as the twins and Hermione would be ok.

'Son,' Arthur whispered into Ron's ear, as he was sitting next to him, 'You have no reasons to worry. Being a parent is the most incredible job in the world; is the only life-time job you won't get bored of,' He explained with a big smile on his face. That smile, amazingly, made all the difference in the world to Ron, whose insides were starting to freeze now. He's only fear remained still; what if something happened to the babies? What if something happened to Hermione? Two hours had passed and no Healer had come to give any news… what if something was wrong? What he would do without his babies? What he would do without Hermione?

And then, when Ron's thoughts had reached a level of terror only accessible to the sick minds, a voice, a sweet feminine voice coming from the door frame, calmed everything down.

'Hermione's fine,' Florence said while holding a very small bottle, 'As long as this liquid is purple everyone in that delivery room will remain perfectly healthy,' She explained matter-of-factly.

'What did you bewitched this time?,' Ron asked with an enormous grin on his face, happy to see his best friend had kept her promise.

'I only brew this potion and gave it to Hermione when we were… ehem… still in touch,' She said while blushing like a tomato.

'I see,' Ron said while hugging her tightly.

George refused to look at her straight in the eyes; he'd rather die.

Everyone greeted Florence; every soul on that room seemed extremely glad to see her; everyone there knew how much the couple had suffered over the past ten years… they deserved to be happy. Would they be too proud to admit their feelings before ruining their lives?

The answered appeared to be yes at the moment.

'Ron, I'm going for a walk,' She said, staring intently at George as if trying to hypnotize him. George, on the other hand, was not looking at her. He was melancholically looking through the window, as if waiting for her to go away.

'Do you need some company?,' Ron asked.

'No, it's ok… Hermione needs you here,' She answered, while opening the door to leave.

And 1, 2, 3… she was gone.

'YOU ARE SUCH AN ASS, GEORGE WEASLEY,' Catherine shouted, taking everyone in the room aback.

'What? What did I do now?,' He asked out loud, completely shocked about the mother of his child's reaction. Ron, however, seemed to be thinking on the same lines because he looked a bit less pale and little bit more angry.

'She's right, you know… how think can you be, George?,' The younger Weasley sibling asked with his arms crossed across his chest.

´WHAT?,' He shouted astonished.

'She's here… you've been looking for her like mad for the past months and she's right here… she's right here!!!,' Catherine shouted making Georgie cry, 'Everything's alright, sweetheart… don't cry… daddy is being silly and mammy must tell him so… don't cry, Georgie.. Everything is alright,' She said in a sweater tone, while holding him on her arms. He immediately stopped crying.

'What do you want from me?,' He asked to the whole lot of people sitting in the room, 'She left… she's the one that should be sorry… she's the one that should be crawling for forgiveness!,' He shouted and this time, everyone went silent.

That is, except from the one person no one thought would talk.

'You must stop acting like a child, George, and face your feelings for Florence. She made a mistake but she made a mistake because she loved you so much… she couldn't bare the possibility of you being sad… of you being attach to her when greater things were waiting for you,' Molly Weasley said standing up and caressing his son's cheek.

'Mum…I…,' He tried to say but he was so overwhelmed that the only thing he managed to do was hold his mother tightly, as if he was still a frightened six year old scared of thunder storms.

'She made a sacrifice, George… and marriage is all about making sacrifices,' She explained when they broke apart, 'I think you need to take a walk,' She said with a big grin on her face. Everyone in the room smiled as well.

'Yes I should, shouldn't I?,' He said, and opening the door he run through the corridors until he found her. She looked so beautiful in that lilac dress of her…

…as beautiful as the first day they had met.

'What took you so long?,' She asked turning around to face him.

'It took me forever to get here, you know…,' He said taking her on his arms. Their mouths were inches apart and she could feel his sweet smell.

'I know what you mean,' She said getting closer. George could not fight it anymore; he needed to be nearer… he needed to kiss her even If that compromised his principles.

'To hell with principles!', He thought to himself while taking her jaw on his hand.

'You won't get away this time,' He said… but he did not let her speak back, for he had placed his lips on top of hers enabling her to say a word.

Their tongues were rustling… their lips were swollen and nothing but the other mattered to them at the moment. But someone interrupted the kiss… that beautiful, romantic, breathtaking kiss…

'GEORGE, FLORENCE, I'M SO GLAD YOU ARE BACK TOGETHER, MY DEARS… BUT HERMIONE'S BACK! THE TWINS ARE HERE!,' Molly Weasley shouted like mad.

And if suddenly something had hit them in the head, they started running towards the room.

Holding hands… of course. Life couldn't be sweater… yet.