Chapter 1
Hermione Weasley walked through her front door. The silence was eerie.
She tiptoed past her own bedroom and straight on towards the girl's. She
had always promised them that she would kiss them goodnight if she were
late home. She looked at Catherine's little face, her daughter looked so
much like Ron, it was quite uncanny. She kissed Cathy's forehead and
crossed the room to Rachel's cot. Rachel bore very little resemblance to
Ron except her flaming red had. She only had a small tuft, but it was a
bright as all of the Wealey clan's.
She loved her girls so much, they made her laugh, they gave her those small breaths of happiness and contentedness that she was always craving for. She closed the door and walked quietly to the kitchen. The wedding and baby photos were stood up all over the fireplace and windowsills of the adjoining lounge. She remembered when they had first moved to this beautiful bungalow together. She had hoped it would make things better, it did for a while, but the uncomfortable feelings kept returning to her heart.
Hermione sat staring at her happy face, those times were only a few years ago yet she strained to remember them. She looked at one of the biggest pictures. Her and Ron were waving and laughing, while Harry and Ginny stood shyly in the background holding hands.
"Oh!" Exclaimed Hermione, she just remembered that their wedding was soon. They wanted Cathy to be a bride's maid. She quickly wrote a note to them asking them what she needed to sort out for Catherine and tied it quickly to a grumpy Edith. Edith flew off, leaving Hermione feeling guilty; she had been so busy at the Ministry that she had plain forgotten. No, that wasn't true. She hadn't been busy, she had been burying herself in her work. She used the 'He-who-must-not-be-named' crisis as an excuse to be away from home, away from Ron. To stay at the office where she was around him, the one she loved. She still loved Ron, she knew she did. There was just something about her lover, something that drew her to him.
She opened the bedroom door; Ron's motionless figure lay on one side of the bed as she slipped noiseless into the other side of the bed.
"Hard day?" Hermione jumped.
"I didn't realise you were awake Ron," she said.
"I heard you come in," he replied. "What's going on at the office? There are rumours going around that there have been more sightings."
"Yes, there have been, off the south coast of France."
"That close!" "Yes, I'm afraid so," Hermione smiled at the back of Ron's head. She was sure things could be the way they used to be. There was silence in the room. She waited for Ron to say something....
"I love you Hermione." Tears leaked from Hermione's eyes.
"I love you too Ron."
She loved her girls so much, they made her laugh, they gave her those small breaths of happiness and contentedness that she was always craving for. She closed the door and walked quietly to the kitchen. The wedding and baby photos were stood up all over the fireplace and windowsills of the adjoining lounge. She remembered when they had first moved to this beautiful bungalow together. She had hoped it would make things better, it did for a while, but the uncomfortable feelings kept returning to her heart.
Hermione sat staring at her happy face, those times were only a few years ago yet she strained to remember them. She looked at one of the biggest pictures. Her and Ron were waving and laughing, while Harry and Ginny stood shyly in the background holding hands.
"Oh!" Exclaimed Hermione, she just remembered that their wedding was soon. They wanted Cathy to be a bride's maid. She quickly wrote a note to them asking them what she needed to sort out for Catherine and tied it quickly to a grumpy Edith. Edith flew off, leaving Hermione feeling guilty; she had been so busy at the Ministry that she had plain forgotten. No, that wasn't true. She hadn't been busy, she had been burying herself in her work. She used the 'He-who-must-not-be-named' crisis as an excuse to be away from home, away from Ron. To stay at the office where she was around him, the one she loved. She still loved Ron, she knew she did. There was just something about her lover, something that drew her to him.
She opened the bedroom door; Ron's motionless figure lay on one side of the bed as she slipped noiseless into the other side of the bed.
"Hard day?" Hermione jumped.
"I didn't realise you were awake Ron," she said.
"I heard you come in," he replied. "What's going on at the office? There are rumours going around that there have been more sightings."
"Yes, there have been, off the south coast of France."
"That close!" "Yes, I'm afraid so," Hermione smiled at the back of Ron's head. She was sure things could be the way they used to be. There was silence in the room. She waited for Ron to say something....
"I love you Hermione." Tears leaked from Hermione's eyes.
"I love you too Ron."