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Chapter 3: 7th October 2002

Dear Diary,

Viktor didn't talk to me since my birthday, I didn't talk to him either. If he wanted to give me the silent treatment, let him.

After breakfast today, I was sitting at the porch, reading a novel when someone Apparated right in front of me. Guess who it is?

That's right, it's Harry!

He was wearing a nice blue collared shirt and neat jeans. Once he saw me, he smiled. Oh Merlin, he has the most beautiful smile in the world...

"Hi Hermione!"

I brightened immediately by his smile and cheerful greeting. "Hi, what are you doing here?"

"To ask you out. Free today?" he asked, continuing to smile.

I nodded, in fact, I'm free everyday, since Viktor won't let me to have a job. He says that it's odd for a wife of a Quidditch player to have one. Well, hello, from what I read in Witch Weekly, Katie is the Chaser of Puddlemere United before she and Oliver have the twins!

"Well, why don't you come with me to the baby accessories shop at Diagon Alley?" asked Harry.

I blinked. Did he just say baby?

Harry seemed to have read my mind. "It's Lethe's first birthday today. But I'm so busy that I could only get her a gift in the morning. Her party is in the afternoon."

"So you want me to accompany you to the shop so that you will know what to buy?" I asked slowly.

He nodded. "In fact, why don't you come to the party with me? It's holding in The Burrow, I bet the Weasleys will be glad to see you."

I jumped up from my chair. "Of course I will go with you! Wait, let me go and change."

A few minutes later, we were at the baby accessories shop in Diagon Alley, looking at all sort of toys and clothes. I wondered when it would be my turn to buy them for my own baby.

"Hermione, how about that?" Harry pointed at a sweet-face doll at a shelf.

I looked at the female doll closely, she has a pair of brown eyes and brown hair, tied in pigtails. She has a blue dress on. She looks beautiful but the problem is that she has a face made of porcelain.

"No, Lethe will drop her. Her fragile face will crack."

Harry snatched his head, looking as if he was thinking about something as he looked around. A witch came over.

"Anything for you two?"

Harry looked delighted. "We're looking for a gift for a baby. She's one today."

"How about clothes?"

Harry wanted to nod but I stopped him. "We are looking for something special."

The witch thought for a while. "Ah, I think I have just the thing, come with me."

"You go, Hermione, I want to take a look with these toys...." said Harry, practically staring at the wizarding toys.

I walked with the witch to another shelves of dolls. She reached up and gave me a doll with the size of a Quaffle. She has a yellow raincoat, black eyes and curly blond hair. Something is sticking out of her back. I looked and saw a white key.

"What's this?"

"A musical doll, try the key, Madam."

I turned the key and beautiful tune could be heard from the doll. "It's perfect!" I said when it stopped. "Harry! Come and look at this."

Harry jogged over and I showed him the doll.

"We'll take it." said Harry, smiling again.

"Very well, I will wrap it up." said the witch and Harry went back to the toys. "Say, is that Harry Potter with you?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Isn't he handsome? You are lucky to marry him, Madam." said the witch, putting the doll in a box.

She must have seen my wedding ring, that's why she said that.

"Um, he's not my husband." I said quietly.

"Oops, sorry." said the witch, finishing wrapping the box and waving her wand. The remaining pieces of the ribbons transformed into a bow and she struck it on top of the box.

Too bad that he's not. I thought at that time. Argh, what am I thinking? I'm married, for Merlin's sake!

We decided to split the money for the doll, so that I could share the gift with Harry. We went for lunch before we went to The Burrow. I hadn't been to The Burrow for years and when we arrived, I realised that it didn't change a bit.

Harry pulled the bell at the front door and a few seconds later, Mrs Weasley opened the door. She looked just the same.

"Harry, my dear! You are finally here! All of us are waiting for you....." she stopped when she saw me. Then her mouth dropped open.

"Hello, Mrs Weasley." I said nervously.

"Oh Merlin, it's Hermione!" said Mrs Weasley and before I knew it, she gave me a big hug. "I miss you so much!"

She released me. "I'm glad that you two are here, come to the yard, Arthur is not around today and the kids are fooling around while they are waiting for you."

"Your kids? Or their kids?" asked Harry, smiling.

"Their." said Mrs Weasley, smiling as well. "My, it's seemed like yesterday when all of them were still children."

We arrived at the yard and I blinked. People were everywhere. Over 7 kids were running around, giggling and laughing. Fred, George, Ron and Bill were playing Exploding Snap. Percy (who has changed for the better in my Sixth year in Hogwarts) was talking to Neville while Penelope just listened. Angelina and Ginny were chatting, Ginny had a baby girl in her arms. Fleur was talking to a boy in French. Alicia and Lavender were arranging the food on the table. Charlie and Mr Weasley were the only Weasleys that were not around.

Mrs Weasley yelled, "All right, stop everything, look who's here!"

Everyone stopped, including the kids. Some of them were grinning, some, like Mrs Weasley, had their mouth dropped open.

Suddenly, the adults came over and they gave us a warm welcome! Ginny and I hug gently, without hurting Lethe of course. I hugged the women and shook hands with the Weasleys and Neville. Harry was slapped in the back and hugged for quite a few times. Everyone hasn't changed after 2 years.

"Slowcoaches, where have you two been?" asked Fred, grinning.

"Probably making out somewhere." said George before his wife Alicia elbowed him in the ribs. "Ouch!"

"Do you mind? Hermione is married!" she hissed.

I blushed furiously and lowered my head, wouldn't dare to look up at Harry. He didn't say anything.

I looked up when Ginny talked. "What a surprise! I didn't know that you are coming. When did you and Krum come back?"

"September." I said simply and turned my attention to Lethe. She has Neville's hair colour and Ginny's eyes. "She's adorable...."

"Hey, birthday cake first, chatting later!" called Fred.

"I'll get the cake!" said Mrs Weasley and went to the house.

"I'll help!" said Angelina and she followed.

"Hermione, how are you?" Fleur asked. Her English are better but still has a slight French accent in it.

"Fine. Is that your boy?" I asked, pointing the boy standing beside her, his hands clutching on her robes.

"Oui, he's Adrian. He just turn 2 a few months ago." said Fleur, smiling. She turned to Adrian. "Say hello to Hermione, Adrian."

The boy looked at me. He has his mother's blond hair but he keeps it long and tied back into a short ponytail like Bill. He has pretty, big brown eyes too. He hides behind his mother.

"Come on, Adrian. Sil vous plait." said Fleur.

Adrian just buried his face in Fleur's robes.

Fleur rolled her eyes. "He's shy."

I smiled back. "It's okay."

"Stand back, birthday cake coming through!" called Angelina and we parted to let her pass with the cake under her hands.

The cake was huge, big enough for all of us. It has chocolate icing and white cream on top, with blue words "HAPPY 1st, LETHE" on it. There was 1 candle on the cake as well.

Percy pushed the gifts aside on the table and Angelina put the cake on it. "Come on, come on! Where's the birthday girl?" she cried.

Ginny came forward with Lethe. "Here!"

"Let the mother and the birthday girl sits here!" sang Bill, pulling out the chair at the side of the table, in front of the position of the cake.

Ginny sat down, with Lethe on her lap.

George clapped his hands. "Okay, everyone! Let's sing!"

I took a deep breath and sang "Happy Birthday" with the rest. Lethe caught the joyful spirit and clapped according to the beat.

"Happy Birthday to youuuuuu!!!" sang Fred and George, dragging the last note as long as they could.

"Hey hey hey!" cried Percy when they didn't stop. "Stop already!"

Fred and George stopped and grinned.

"Blow the candle, Lethe." said Ginny gently and supported Lethe to stand over the table. She rested her hands on the table, stared at the candle for a moment, puffed up her cheeks and blew out her candle.

We clapped and cheered. Some Weasleys kids (I don't know which Weasley parent they belong to) pulled the crackers. Ginny and Neville kissed their daughter on the cheeks.

"Now for the gifts!" announced Percy.

The Longbottoms opened the gifts, so far Lethe received a silver charm bracelet, a big jar of chocolates, a pretty mini hand-knit sweater and dress, a storybook, a toy broomstick, a rubber duck and a small and cute-looking dragon model.

At last, Ginny opened Harry's and mine. "Oh Merlin, she's beautiful!' she said, lifting out the doll. "Look, Lethe, Uncle Harry and Aunt Hermione give you a doll...."

"Uncle Harry and Aunt Hermione? Hey, that's sounds like they are married to each other." said Fred and Angelina stepped on his foot. "Ouch!"

"Do you mind?" asked his wife.

I felt my cheeks hot and looked at Harry. He looked rather uncomfortable too.

"Hurry up and cut the cake, I'm starving." said Ron, changing the topic and we laughed as Lavender rolled her eyes.

Ginny took the plastic knife and helped her daughter to cut the first piece of the cake. She placed it on the paper plate and handed it to Ron. "Eat up."

Ron grinned and took the cake.

I sat at the end of the table, eating the cake as I watched the Weasleys and the Longbottoms. Ginny was feeding Lethe with small amount of cake while Neville watched, Fleur was watching her son drinking the fruit punch. Other older Weasleys kids were playing hide and seek with their parents. Looks like Percy was the one who was seeking, he scratched his head and frowned as he searched for his children and siblings. Harry was playing as well, I saw him hiding behind the bushes.

Mrs Weasley had gone back into the house, saying something about getting refreshments.

I returned my attention to the Longbottoms. Ginny was laughing merrily as Neville tried to wipe the chocolate stains away from his daughter's cheek.

The scene makes me feel sad, Diary. I wonder when it's my and Viktor's turn to be like that. Probably never. He hasn't make love to me since our wedding night. He always busy with Quidditch. At least that's what he said. Then what about Oliver? He seems to have the time and he is the most popular Quidditch player in England! I read in Witch Weekly that he is taking some time off to take care of his twins and to accompany Katie. Why does Viktor never take leave to accompany me? Doesn't that bastard know how lonely I am?

I sighed at my thoughts and pushed away my plate. I had no appetite.

"Hermione, come and play 'Tag' with us!" called Lavender.

"Nah, you go ahead!" I answered.

"Okay....."

"TAG, YOU'RE IT!" yelled Ron when he slapped Harry on the shoulder and ran off.

"OI!" yelled Harry and he chased after Ron. Fred and George laughed and ran away from Harry as if he was carrying a terrible disease.

"Those two never grow up, neither will Fred and George." said Ginny, shaking her head and smiling.

I stared at Ginny, who returned her attention to Lethe, who was still eating. Then Ginny looked up, caught Neville's eye and they smiled at each other happily.

An envious feeling washed over me as I watched them. When was the last time Viktor looked at me like that?

Suddenly, I had an urge to ask Ginny what does it feel like making love......

"Wait!" cried Ginny, bringing everyone back to reality. "You can't read that part!"

"Why?" asked Fred.

"It's private."

"Ginny, this is Hermione's diary, of course it's private." said George, rolling his eyes.

"Is it your answer that you don't want me to read?" asked Fred.

"Err...." said Ginny and she blushed furiously.

"Fine, then go outside. I'm reading." said Fred.

Still blushing, Ginny nodded and stood up. She went to the glass sliding doors that led to the garden and went out.

"Neville, you go too, because I'm sure that Ginny's answer will involves you too." said George.

"Glad to." said Neville and quickly got up. He went out of the sliding doors as well.

Fred made sure that they were gone and continued to read.

.....I mean I'm just curious, I don't have the feeling of making love for years, I just wanted to know what does it feel like again.

So, making up my mind, I got up and went to Ginny. She was wiping Lethe's lips with a napkin.

"Ginny, can I talk to you in private for a moment?"

Ginny smiled. "Sure." she handed the napkin to Neville. "You take over."

She got up and we went to the side of the Burrow, where no one goes.

"What is it you want to say?"

"Err..... I was wondering..... whatdoesmakinglovefeellike?" I asked in one breath.

Ginny managed to understand and her cheeks went pink. "What?"

I didn't say anything.

"You mean, you and Viktor didn't..... I mean...." Ginny was getting tongue-tied.

I shook my head, saving Ginny from asking. "Not since our wedding night."

Ginny's eyes widened, her cheeks regaining their original colour. She blinked at me and stared as if I was an alien.

"It's not my fault." I said quietly. "Viktor doesn't want to. In fact we have been sleeping separately."

Ginny shuddered. "Neville and I will never sleep separately."

"So how does it feel like?" I asked.

Ginny's cheeks went pink again.

"I just want to know, after such a long time without love."

"It's....." Ginny tried to find a right word. "Wonderful? No.... exciting? Not that word either.... high? No...."

"How about wonderful, exciting and high?" I asked.

"Something like that. I, I can't describe it, really." said Ginny. "It's beyond words. You, you have to experience it yourself."

"Okay." I said.

"Why did you marry Viktor in the first place?" asked Ginny.

Silent.

"He was different back then." I said quietly. "Before we got married, he's very nice.... now he's so cold."

Ginny looked awkward.

"I envy you and Neville, Fred and Angelina, George and Alicia, Percy and Penelope, your parents, Bill and Fleur, Ron and Lavender and Oliver and Katie. All of you have each other and have children. And you Ginny, Neville loves on you and Lethe. I would give anything to have a husband like yours."

Ginny didn't say anything.

"I'm practically a widow. Viktor always goes out for practices, leaving me behind. We start to quarrel lately. Last month when I went out with Harry to celebrate my birthday, he shouted at me. He called me loose. It's even worse than hearing Malfoy calling me Mudblood. " I said bitterly.

Ginny gasped.

"Why can't he be as nice as Harry?" I asked Ginny, as if she had the answer.

Ginny shrugged helplessly. She then put her arms around me. "Oh Hermione...."

I rested my forehead on her shoulder tiredly and she patted my back in comfort.

"Why don't you two get a divorce?"

"No, I want to give him a chance. Maybe he will change for the better like Percy." I said weakly.

Ginny released me. She didn't look convinced.

Harry brought me home at night. The lights were out. Clearly, Viktor had gone to bed.

"Are you free on Halloween?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Good, don't make any plans on that day. I'm going to bring you to a brilliant place."

"Where?"

"You'll see." said Harry mysteriously. "Bye!"

I watched Harry and sighed. Harry is full of life and always thinks of new ways to cheer me up. Why can't Viktor be like that?

I'm tired of my marriage, Diary. It's so lifeless, and there's no love in it anymore. I wish there is someone who could rescue me from this marriage.

I think I will go to bed now. Good night

Hermione

"Okay, Ginny, Neville! You can come in now!" called Fred and the Longbottoms came into the house.

"Who would ever thought that that someone is Harry himself?" said Angelina, shaking her head sadly. "Poor Hermione, suffering in an awful marriage. And now she and Harry died so young...."

Fred put his arm over her shoulders. Then he flipped to the next entry.

"Hey, it's about Halloween."

"Oh yeah, Harry did say something about a brilliant place, didn't he?" asked George.

"Yeah." Fred handed the diary to George. "Your turn."

"Pass it to Oliver, he haven't read an entry yet."

Fred passed the diary to Oliver, with it opened to the entry dated "31st October, 2002".