Chapter 14
Back To The Burrow
It had been two weeks since Rachel had been killed. Two weeks since it all had been over. Everyone had gathered in the Burrow that day for the annual Weasley dinner.
Mrs. Weasley sat fidgeting on the couch. She had been released from the hospital only a short time ago. The Healers had called her recovery a miracle. She was still weak and was supposed to take it easy for a while but was expected to make a full recovery. However she was already tired of sitting around and argued all the time with her husband, begging him to let her cook or clean. She had never gone so long with sitting around and doing nothing. Mr. Weasley sat next to his wife. He looked tired but happy with a smile spread across his face as he bounced his granddaughter on his knee. It was so good to be together and be back home.
Charlie stood in the kitchen stirring a large pot. Since his mother was not to cook he had decided to cook his family a traditional Romanian meal which he had learned to make while in Romania. His brothers teased him as he hurried around the kitchen tossing ingredients into the pot.
"Charlie, if you need an apron mum's is hanging up right there. Wouldn't want to get your clothes dirty would you?" Fred called from his place in the living room.
"Ha-ha, I'd like to see you cook something then," Charlie laughed sarcastically. It didn't really bother him though. He rather enjoyed cooking.
Fred's legs were propped up on the small coffee table sitting in between the couches. "Nah," he shouted to his brother. "We'll leave the cooking to you."
"That's what I thought," Charlie laughed.
Fred laughed too and returned to scribbling something down. His eye was no longer bruised and his fractured wrist and broken leg had been healed in an instant at St. Mungo's. He still walked with a bit of a limp though. His leg bone had been shattered and the Healer said it would take a couple of weeks for him to be able to walk on it perfectly again. Now that everything was all over Fred had decided to start up to joke shop again and had already started working on some new products.
Across from Fred Ron sat in one of the kitchen chairs which had been brought into the room. His shoulder was perfectly fine now and his cut had healed. Once he was able to, Ron had headed back to Romania to put things on hold. He came back to London to spend more time with his family. When he came back this time he brought someone along. Hermione was the most thrilled to meet Ron's girlfriend Chelsea. She was happy to see Ron happy and in love. It was a big step for Ron to bring Chelsea back with him but after helping George and Hermione get Arianna back and seeing them together he knew that it was time to let go of the past for good. He loved Chelsea and now had nothing holding him back.
Chelsea sat perched on Ron's knee. Her dark, brown hair was pulled back into a bun. Her blue eyes sparkled as she laughed at something Ginny was saying. She turned her head to look at Ron, her freckles dancing on her face. "Ron, Ce is greşeală?" she asked quietly in Romanian as she noticed Ron's distant look.
Ron smiled up at her. She spoke to him in Romanian whenever she felt in a particularly happy mood. Romanian was her native language and whenever she was really happy she always spoke in Romanian or if she was speaking in English her Romanian accent would be strong. Ron loved that about her. He came to understand the language easily and they often spoke Romanian back home.
He took her hand in his and shook his head. "I sînt fin. I'm fine."
She looked at him suspiciously. "Are you sure?" she spoke with her thick accent.
Ron nodded. He couldn't contain the smile that was now spreading across his face. Everyone else was occupied with their own conversations so they didn't notice Ron lean forward. "I love you," he whispered into her ear.
Chelsea smiled widely, her eyes lighting up. Ron had told her before that he loved her but she knew it was never how he really felt. He liked her yes, but he didn't love her. Looking into his eyes now, she could feel that this time he really meant it. She had been waiting for so long to hear him say it. Without thinking of anyone else she kissed him. "I dragoste tu de asemenea."
A loud whoop from Fred across the room pulled the couple apart. Chelsea blushed brightly and Ron's ears were twinged red. Mrs. Weasley looked as if she was going to cry. "Aw. My baby boy. I'm so happy for you both. Chelsea you make my son so happy. He's the happiest I've seen him in so long."
If it was possible Chelsea turned an even brighter red. Ron's whole face now glowed and Harry and Fred sniggered. Ginny punched Harry in the arm and he quickly silenced.
Ginny and Harry sat snuggled together on the second couch. Harry had his arms wrapped around his wife, his hands resting on her belly. Ginny's face glowed with the light of being pregnant. Her and Harry were both grateful their baby was fine. Harry had woken in the hospital shaking, demanding to know if Ginny and his baby were alright. Thankfully they were.
Ginny had also been told to take things easy and Harry took this quite literally. He tried to do everything for her, much to her annoyance. However, he soon stopped after he demanded Ginny stay in bed and he cook supper. After almost burning down the house Harry fell under Ginny's wrath and never again tried to tell her what to do.
After hitting Harry Ginny smiled at her older brother. After losing Hermione to George Ginny wasn't sure if Ron would ever fall in love again. Seeing him with Chelsea, Ginny knew her brother had finally found happiness. Sitting in her husband's arms, looking around the room Ginny noticed something was missing.
"Harry, have you seen George and Hermione?" she asked, just loud enough for Harry to hear. She didn't want to bring any attention to it, guessing if George and Hermione weren't there they wanted to be alone.
Harry nodded. "Yeah. They snuck up to Fred and George's old room. George came and told me that if anyone asked to say they just went out for a minute. They wanted to be alone."
Ginny smiled; satisfied with the answer she got and snuggled closer into Harry. He gently stroked her hair with one and hand and kissed her forehead.
Upstairs, Hermione and George lay side by side on George's old bed. George lay on his back, Hermione lay on her side, her head settled on George's chest. His arm was wrapped under her side, his thumb stroking her arm. His other hand held onto Hermione's, their fingers intertwined.
George stared up at the ceiling. His mind wandered through the past. He remembered living in the burrow and inventing crazy things with his twin in this very room. He remembered when he first saw Hermione. He remembered when he first fell in love with her and when she told him that she loved him, not Ron. He remembered the time they were in here and she taught him how to play that muggle thumb game. He remembered their nights under the stars out in the garden and when he proposed to her. He remembered their wedding day and when she told him that she was pregnant. He remembered leaving her that night at the burrow and he remembered coming back to her.
"What are you thinking about?" Hermione whispered, interrupting his thoughts.
"Us," he smiled. She lifted her head a bit so she could see his face. Letting go of her hand he reached up and brushed the hair out of her face. Gently he stroked her cheek. She closed her eyes and smiled. "I love you so much," George sighed.
Hermione nodded. "I know. I love you too."
"I'm so lucky I have you. I still can't believe that you picked me," George took hold of a strand of her hair and held it in his hand.
Hermione leaned forward. "I could never love anyone as much as I love you. I would have never picked anyone else," and with that she leaned forward and kissed him. They kissed passionately, George sitting up and pulling Hermione closer to him. They hadn't been this close since he had gotten back two and a half months ago. Hermione tugged George's shirt over his head and threw it to the floor. George pulled away from her lips and moved to her neck.
"Holy Merlin," Fred shouted as he walked in. George and Hermione jumped, quickly pulling apart. "Um," Fred's face flushed. "I should really learn to knock. Um, sorry," he crossed the room and grabbed something off the desk. "Right, um, dinner's almost ready by the way," and with that he exited the room still baffled. The door shut behind him.
George and Hermione remained still for a second, still a bit surprised at what had just happened. George looked at Hermione, his eyebrows raised. Then, both burst out laughing. They laughed until George's sides hurt and Hermione had tears running down her face. Getting up George retrieved his shirt from the floor and pulled it on. He offered Hermione his hand and she took it. Opening the door he led her downstairs.
Author's Note - I know there's not much George and Hermione in this chapter butI just wanted to close everyone else's part. I think there's only going to be one chapter left. George and Hermione finally get their happily ever after. I thought that finishing this story would be easier than the last one. I decided to do a sequal to How Our Story Began because i couldn't let go. haha. Now i can't seem to let go of this one becuase i've become to attached to the story. I don't want to drag this on but depending on the resonse i get i might sort of continue with this idea. I was thinking of going on but using Arianna and when she's older. I'm not sure if any of you are sickof the story so i don't want to start something everyone won't read. Just let me know if you would be interested in reading something like that and i'll start. Otherswise, i'll have to left go. haha. Thanks to all my loayl reviewers. It really means a lot. I'm so proud of this story and i owe a lot of thanks to all of you. :)
