Well… pretty much this is it. My next chapter will not be a long one; actually…I won't tell the format I chose for my last chapter. It took a lot of time for me to upload because I don't want this to finish… but life is never fair… and may be- for some of us- is better that its not.

I'll see your around my dear friends… and

…this is chapter 48; enjoy.

Chapter 48: Being a Weasley

Hermione Granger was semi conscious at the moment. After bringing two babies into the world, she felt tired, but elated. All her body ached with pain, but something about seeing the face of her babies made everything in the world better.

'Miss Granger,' Mrs. Goodman said frowning, as usual. 'Do you wish to see your children?' She impatiently asked. Hermione nodded frantically, despite her weakness. She was so happy; she would finally meet her twins. The babies she had carried for nine months would soon meet her arms… she couldn't have been more anxious.

She closed her eyes as the pain between her legs decreased. She felt so happy despite the aching. She did not know why, but she suspected it had something to do with being a mum. She wasn't sure though. No, she wasn't sure.

'Ms. Granger…,' The severe voice said very close to her ear, 'Let me introduce you to your son and to your daughter,' She said, then added. 'Let's pray for them not to become as reckless as you and your boyfriend were when conceiving them… I wouldn't be happy delivering your grandchildren any time soon,' She finished.

But Hermione was not listening. Stretching her arms as far as they could go, she was silently begging Mrs. Goodman for her twins. Tears were running down her cheek and then she knew: this was not a simple job one could run away from. This was forever, and she did not mind… she did not mind at all. Actually, now that they were there, she couldn't picture life without them.

The baby boy had red hair and beautiful big brown eyes… her beautiful big brown eyes. She could see her reflection in those brown pools so similar to her own. He looked so curious… so fascinated by the world around him. Sure enough he was doomed to become as big a know- it- all as her mother.

The baby girl, on the other hand, had no hair at all, but something told her that soon enough, red curls would make her social life hell. Her eyes were not totally closed, and Hermione noticed that she had inherited Ron's deep blue eyes; she was peacefully resting on Mrs. Goodman's shoulder, sucking her thumb fondly as expecting everyone to shut up for her to sleep.

Both her babies were as pale as snow and they both had tiny freckles on their noses. They look so incredibly adorable that Hermione could wait no longer… she had to hug them tightly… she needed to hear their breaths and their heart beats and to feel their heat. They were hers… they were hers completely.

Touching their tiny hands, Mrs. Goodman arched her back to place the babies on their mother's arms where they belonged.

She was very overwhelmed. She was filled with incredible feelings; feelings she had never experienced before… They were creating a bond so strong that neither time nor circumstances would be able to break.

'Hello, my children… It's me… mum,' She slowly said, happily sobbing. 'I promise I will be here for you… I promise I will help you no matter what the problem is and I also promise that I will try to make you as happy as I am right now, even if it means my own misery,' She said, while kissing both their heads. The babies' eyes were wide open; staring back at their mother, who looked so amazingly happy.

'Miss Granger…sorry to interrupt this Kodak moment, but we need to take your babies…' She said stretching her arms to take Hermione's children away from her.

'Don't you dare, awful, awful woman… don't you dare touch my babies with your ugly hands; you will not take them away from me. Not you… not anyone,' She threatened the whole lot of healers around them, who looked extremely scared, as they all knew about Hermione being friends with Harry Potter.

'Very well, Miss Granger… once again you had proved your bad judgment. Please… let us escort you to your room where your boyfriend will sure put some sense into you,' She critically said, walking away from Hermione.

But she couldn't care less about Ron's opinion at the moment. She knew he would, in the end, agree with her. She was sure the four of them would be very happy together… enjoying Sunday brunch at the Burrow, surrounded by red heads who loved each other deeply despite the fighting.

But as soon as those thoughts had crossed her mind, she found herself in front of her hospital room door. Soon enough the people she loved would meet her children… and they would love them as much as they loved her, because they were the product of the love she share with Ronald Weasley, current love of her life and father of her twins.

She closed her eyes while holding her babies even tighter when the door opened…

And then….

'Hermione, love… are these…?' Ron asked the stupidest question of his life. But can you blame him? I mean… we are talking about the first time the man saw his kids.

Hermione nodded in reference to Ron's last question.

'How are you going to name them?' Florence asked, at the edge of tears. Ron and Hermione looked at each other with uncertainty.

'We don't know,' They answered at the very same time.

'I think…,' Molly Weasley interrupted with puffy eyes, 'That you, dears, should decide on a name that means something special for you both… and that will be special for the children as well.'

'We should name the boy Alfred Achilles…,' Hermione said at once. She had obviously secretly thought about that name for a long time and she had never got around to tell Ron. He wouldn't approve, but he was about to prove her wrong.

'…And we should name the girl Leila Lisa,' He finished. Hermione nodded, and lowering her head to kiss the heads of her twins, she said:

'Everyone, we are glad to introduce you our newest creation; Alfred Achilles Weasley and Leila Lisa Weasley.'

'Did you know…,' Florence said sometime later, with George Jr. in her arms, 'that the names you chose mean Wisdom and Beauty?'

No one said a word. Partly because they did not know what the babies names meant… and also because Hermione was about to breastfeed the babies.

'You know, love…,' Ron said after a while of silence, while staring at his babies eat, 'there are three things I consider pure in the world. Gold, diamonds and you,' He said, pulling a ring out of his pocket.

'Oh, Ron!' Hermione almost shouted.

'Would you…I mean…Would you do me the honour of marrying me?' He asked.

'Yes, Ron! Yes,' She said, while tears of happiness ran down her cheek. She was so happy! They were all so happy!

They were going to be a family. A real family… life couldn't have been sweater.