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Note: Hey everyone! I finally did it! I wrote the sequel to Memoirs of Miss Hermione Granger. I owe it all to you reviewers who continued to review even after my story was completed. Thank you so very much. I do hope you enjoy this second installment of the story. Although its not a Memoir, it's a story told by Hermione about two of her best friends. If you have any questions please feel free to email me at Ladymione@aol.com.

Now to the story:

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The Gift

by Hermione Granger-Weasley

Lady Mione

Until four years ago I myself never understood the concept of love. What exactly was love, and how did you know you were in love? To me it was a silly notion that was much easier when read about in books and other informational writings. I wasted so much of my time worrying about other things that I never imagined myself in love. It's a bit funny how quickly things can change and how wonderful they can become. For all of you that don't know me, my name is Hermione Granger-Weasley. A few people call me Mione for short. As for the rest of you that know me and my story I bid you thanks for returning once again.

For the sake of all things magic, let me begin by catching you up to date. George and I are absolutely wonderful. Sometimes I disgust myself with how wonderful we are. It's an amazing feeling to wake up beside someone you are completely in love with. That is until the children barge in and make a racket out of our peaceful Sunday morning. I know what your all thinking, Hermione, why wasn't there an article in the paper when you had a child? Sorry to burst your bubbles, but there are some things that I like to remain private. After all the twins don't need to be exposed to a life of cameras, journalists and other media mania. That's right, you heard correctly. George and I have a beautiful set of twin boys. William and James are four years old and cause more havoc then an entire class of first years at Hogwarts. Now I'd really like to delve further into my life but unfortunately this story is not about me.

This is a story about two of my dearest friends and their struggle through something so powerful that it would be nearly impossible for me to describe it to you all. That is why I'm here to tell the story. I don't think I would have written this on my own decision, but lately George has been pressuring me to do things I wouldn't normally do. That's right honey, but I love you despite your pushy nature. For its only once in a life time we get to feel utterly selflessly complete. Only once in a lifetime do we experience the surrealism or love. And only once do we receive the second chance that some would die for.

I'll be checking in from time to time as most of you know I do. Although this is not a memoir about myself I cherish this story and hold it close to my heart . And with the words of a wise old man, " It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live. ", I will begin.

Winter had struck hard in London. The days consisted of bitter cold winds followed by nights of freezing snow. Fred and George sat impatiently inside their joke shop. Store hours had become long and dreary due to the weather. To them it just didn't make much sense. After all who wouldn't want to try out their latest invention, Vomit Spitting Rag Dolls For Little Sisters Who Annoy.

"This is becoming quite absurd Fred. We havent had a good income in weeks. How am I supposed to buy a present for Hermione at this rate? " George pushed a full box of canary creams against the wall.

"You could always give her on of our Love Lusting Lollipops. " Fred smirked and wiped off the front counter with a old rag.

"Are you bloody mad! When you gave one to Angelina on Valentines day she had you locked up for a shag every hour!" Shaking his head George sat down on the box.

A grin spread widely across Freds face and he sighed. " I know, it was rather wonderful."

George rolled his eyes. Fred and Angelina had been together for nearly 5 years, and no matter how much he tried to get used to their sexual openness it just didn't seem possible. If he ever mentioned a word to Fred about his sex life with Hermione she would most likely castrate him in the process.

"So, next week marks six years for you and Angie right?" George ran his fingers through his unruly red hair.

"Yeah. Can you believe it? I honestly thought that we wouldn't last more then six hours let alone six years. " Fred grinned and tossed the dirty rag in a bucket on the floor. " Angelina is something though in fact Im thinking that this might possibly be the year."

Kicking at a stone on the floor George rolled his eyes. Fred had been saying 'this is the year' for three years now. Fred just wasn't the marrying type. It struck him a bit odd considering they were twin brothers and all. In Georges opinion a twin pretty much thinks and acts on the same level as the other. To him, Hermione was everything, and he would marry her all over again if he could. Fred, on the other hand, hated the concept of marriage. Although he wouldn't admit it, George knew the thought of settling down forever frightened him. In a way he was almost as stubborn as Hermione was when they first started dating. Yet despite it all, Fred truly loved Angelina. George knew he fell for her right away back in third year of Hogwarts. She was the head strong chaser, and he was the resilient prankster. They were destined for each other from the start. Before Hermione had entered his life he had been incredibly jealous of Freds relationship with Angelina. It was everything that he had been searching for, but now as he watched his brother he wondered when he would just let himself be happy. Marriage isn't the end of the world, in fact it's practically the beginning of a new life.

"Brother, you've been saying that for years now. Its become awful tiredsome. In fact, sometimes I believe you hit for the other team and just use Angelina as a cover-up. " George smirked and folded his arms over his chest.

" Oh your simply a riot. Actually, I really am serious about this. I truly deeply love her George. What other woman would help me invent Mucus Munchies, or Exploding Underwear? Angelina is my life, my inspiration, next week at our anniversary dinner Im going to ask her to be my wife." Wiping the sweat from his forehead he glanced over at George whose face was plastered with a large grin.

"Mum will be bloody mad with happiness you know. I guarantee she picks out the wedding invitations before you have a chance to breathe. I vow if she gets out of hand I'll slip her a canary cream. Once she turns back she will be so angry with me she will forget about you for a short while. " George chuckled and stood from the box.

"I'll owe you one if you do that for me, mate."

"I honestly can't believe your going to do this Fred. Ive been waiting for you two to tie the knot forever! Have you decided how your going to ask her? I mean if I could change one thing about the way I asked Hermione to marry me it would be the way I asked her. Yeah, it was sweet and all, and the surprise wedding was a smash, but if I could do it again I'd definitely give her the ring in one of our Biting Gift Boxes. Can you imagine her trying to take the ring out of the box!" George let out a hearty laugh. " It would be hilarious, even more hilarious if she lost her finger in the process."

"Ehhgghmm?" A cough sounded behind them and George glanced over his shoulder. His face turned beat red and he quickly moved towards the door.

"Hermione, love, I was only kidding about that. You losing any sort of appendages, especially your finger, is no laughing matter." George kissed Hermione on the forehead and gave an embarrassed smile.

"Your lucky Im completely beat. Today must have been the longest day of my life." Hermione sighed and pushed by George. Two heads popped out from behind her, and George got down on his knee.

"Hey mates, how are daddies little men?" He ruffled the hair of the boy on the left who just smiled and glanced at the identical boy on his right.

" We're not men, Dad your silly. " William Weasley nudged his brother who giggled.

"Yeah dad your real crazy!" James Weasley exploded into a fit of giggles.

"Silly and crazy! Our dad is silly and crazy! " The twin boys covered their mouths and laughed.

"They've been like this all afternoon. You say one thing to them and William calls you silly, followed by James calling you crazy and then…viola!" Hermione smacked her hands together, " They will be laughing like that for a good twenty minutes. " She shook her head and grinned at the sight. "So, when I walked in the door did I happen to hear correctly Fred? Are you going to ask Angie to marry you?"

Fred smiled and tossed the boys some candy after reassuring George that it wasn't prank candy. " Yeah. I figured that once she got back from her tour with Scandlin United. I'd pop the big one." Fred smirked. "You guys think I should do it?" He looked down at James and William.

His words caused the twins to stop and glance slowly at each other. For a moment they didn't say a thing and then a wide grin formed on Williams face.

"Uncle Fred's going to do it! " William covered his mouth again and James grabbed his stomach in laughter.

"Do it Uncle Fred, Do it! Ooooooo" James fell to the floor and laughed harder.

Hermione covered her eyes and let out a deep breath. Turning back to Fred she spoke a bit louder to drown out the voices of her sons. " So whens Angelina supposed to get home?"

Fred glanced at the clock on the wall and then back to Hermione." In about four days!"

"Have you spoken to her at all?! Received any owls?! " Hermione bent over at gave the twins a serious look. They immediately calmed down.

"I spoke with her once and things are going well. They've beaten out a lot of the other teams and she even got to play against Alicia on Windamere Prep. They had fun, but Angelina was a bit ticked at Oliver. Supposedly he let Alicia score on him every time. Such is life when your dating a player from a different team. " Fred shrugged his shoulders and leaned against the wall.

"Well I wish you good luck with the proposal. It's going to be so exciting to have another wedding to go to. It looks like I'll have an excuse to buy a brand new dress robe!" Hermione squeaked in delight while George just rolled his eyes.

"Don't count your chickens before they hatch Hermione. I still need to ask her to marry me and she needs to accept." Fred pushed off the wall and sauntered across the room.

"Oh, don't be silly Fred. Angelina will be ecstatic! There is no way on earth Angelina would decline your proposal."

A loud rapping noise at the door startled them all and William skipped happily to the door. Hermione began to protest, but before she could get a word out William flung the door open and smiled up at the figure.

" Hiya, Auntie Alicia. " He beamed.

Alicia Spinnet stood in the doorway, her robes completely soaked through from the rain. She remained silent for a long moment until Hermione swiftly made her way across the room and ushered her inside. Closing the door behind her, Hermione placed a hand on Alicias shoulder and quickly murmured a quick drying charm.

"Alicia dear, are you alright?" Hermione arched her eyebrow curiously at her friend.

There was an uncomfortable silence, and Alicia just wrapped her arms around herself. Her entire body was shaking despite the drying charm Hermione used. A flash of concern swept across the faces of Fred and George and they immediately rushed to her side. Her silence startled them, for it was very un-Alicia-like. Usually she was a nonstop chatterbox, but the expression on her face was vacant. Her eyes were bloodshot and her face was terribly pale.

"Leesha?" George whispered, his eyes searching hers for any sign of alertness.

"Lici, what's the matter?" Fred swallowed hard. Something just didn't seem right.

" Yeah Auntie Lici…why do you look so sad?" James pushed by his father and uncle and stood in front of Alicia. His wide eyes looked up at her with concern and she couldn't help but place her hand upon the young tots head.

"Alicia, damn, tell us what's wrong." George let out a frustrated sigh.

Her eyes flickered briefly to each of their faces until finally they rested upon Fred. Slowly her mouth opened, and she murmured something incoherent.

"What's that sweetie?" Hermione questioned.

Her lips began to move again, and as the words became audibly clear this time there was a deadly silence.

"There's…there's been an accident…."

Okie dokey pokey lets bring in those reviews!!! Please please please let me know if I should continue this. I really depend upon your opinions. Im writing this for all of you who took the time to read Memoirs. So please drop me a review…or a flame, either way we ought to have a little fun, eh?