Hey everyone! I'm back! Sorry I haven't written anymore, or updated as fast as I usually do. But some things came up and…well…that's another story in it's own I'll tell you later, after I go to the doctors after school… Anzways here's the next part of the story…and sorry (once again) that I left you all with a cliffy! Lol!

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Chapter 14: Yes or No?

Hermione stood there, looking down at Ron who was holding her hand, and waiting for her reply.

"Hermione?" Ron asked nervously. What if she didn't want to marry him? He thought. "Hermione? Will you…marry me?" he asked again.

Ginny looked from Harry, to Hermione then to Ron. What's she waiting for? This is what she wanted…wasn't it? Ginny thought to her self. Then she thought, as she looked down at the kids, Thank God they're old enough to know when to be quiet.

Harry was surprised. He knew Ron way to well, I knew if Hermione rejected then his whole world would come crashing down. But this is what she wanted. Just a few hours ago, she was telling Ron she wanted to have kids! He thought. He then looked over at his wife and kids, and thought of how luck he was.

Mrs. Weasley was shaky. She was anxious, and wanted to her the answer more then anyone. Maybe even Ron! What's taking her so long? Molly thought. What's she waiting for?

Fleur stood next to Bill, holding hands, waiting for the reaction. What would she say? Would she say anything at all?

Hermione watched everyone staring at her. She wanted to say 'yes' so badly, but the words seemed to have lost her for the moment. She starred down at Ron how was nervously awaiting her response.

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out…

Ron became hopeless. "Hermione…you don't have to if this isn't what you want. Just give me an answer." He said in a shaky voice, aware that everyone turned heir attention to him now.

This is what she wanted. She wanted it more then anything in the world. But why couldn't she talk?

Hermione licked her lips and now she knew she had to say something. "Ron?" she said in a whisper of a voice. "I love you more then anything in the world…and…and yes I would love to marry." She said and everyone around started clapping.

Ron felt the knot in the pit of his stomach unwind. He slipped the ring on her finger, kissed her, then picked her up and swung her around. "I love you." He whispered in her ear.

"I love you too." She said. A type of happiness seemed to flow through her and fill her that she had never felt before…

Later that evening Mrs. Weasley baked a pie for them all and they ate out on the back porch, underneath all the stars.

Emma, Sophie, and Charlie ran around on the grass and playing on the mini broomsticks that Harry and Ginny had bought them all.

Hermione and Ron sat together at the end of the table, holding hands and kiss all the while. Hermione couldn't believe it, she was engaged! To Ron! Everything was right in the world. Se couldn't ask for any more then she had already gotten. It was like she was floating in heaven and all of her most precious dreams came true…

The next few weeks pasted with ease. Hermione, Fleur, Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley were all busy looking at wedding dresses, and other things. And the guys were just worried about…well…nothing. But soon Ginny and Harry would be fasted with a horrible question, that they wish never came up…

"Ron and I have decided to hold off on getting married until summer time comes around. We want an outdoor wedding and we want everything to be perfect. And now the falls coming and we don't want to risk getting caught in the rain." Hermione told them all as she looked down an aisle of wedding dresses.

"I think that's wonderful. I mean, that's when Bill and I had our wedding. And boy was it beautiful." Fleur said with a dreamy look in her eyes as she remembered her wedding day.

"That reminds me…wasn't it you who just a few years before you got married, lost to my wonderful husband in the Triwizard Tournament?" Ginny asked with a laugh and an evil little grin.

"Oh yeah...that's right. You were so pissed at him ion the beginning because you said he was too young to compete and that it wasn't fair that Hogwarts got two champions." Hermione laughed.

"How does it feel to be related to him now?" Ginny laughed.

Fleur went pink. It was nice remembering the old days back when they all had been in school. And it was nice to be able to laugh about it. "Oh, it's wonderful!" Fleur laughed. And they continued their shopping, remembering those old days.

Okay, okay, I know! That made no sense that I put that in there, but just so I could make this chapter longer I decided to throw in some more dialog! You liked it? LOL!

After many times of looking and re-looking, Hermione finally decided on the dress she would wear. It was an all white satin dress with a layer of lace over the front. It had two thin spaghetti straps; the lace had small flower printed into it, and looked lovely against her fair skin.

The 'twins' birthday was coming up-or should I just say Sophie and Charlie? They would be turning eight years old, and that means Emma had already turned nine.

Sophie had across between chestnut brown to red hair that was shoulder length; some freckles, and had blue eyes like her father. Charlie had brown untidy hair like Harry, not too many freckles, and green eyes like his mother.

They day before their birthday, Sophie was looking around the house for something to keep her occupied until Aunt Hermione came to do their daily lesson of magic…since she wasn't old enough to go to school yet. Hermione had given up on the aruor job at the ministry and decided she wanted to be a schoolteacher at Hogwarts. She had always loved to learn, and she thought that she should teach others. And while she worked for that, she decided to do what she can with the kids, because some work with kids would look good when she went in for the job.

Hermione usually came around noon to do some work with Sophie and Charlie, Fleur would come as well to drop Emma off. Ginny was usually cleaning up around the house, helping Hermione with the lessons, or talking with Fleur who usually stayed to visit.

But today Charlie was sick and had to stay in bed, so Sophie decided to go look up in their attic to see what she could find. But little did she know that what she would find could change her out look on life…keep in mind, she was too young when Jack died to remember him…

"Mum! Where's the key to the attic?" Sophie asked as she came out of her room.

"I'm not sure sweetie. Get my wand and use it to open the door." Ginny said.

Sophie had yet to get a wand of her own, but with the lessons Hermione gave, she learned a few simple spells using her mom or dad's wand.

"Okay!" Sophie took the wand, pointed it at the attic door and muttered"Alohomora", then the door slowly opened, and the stairs unfolded in front of her. She placed her mom's wand down on the hall table, yelled, "Thanks mum!" and climbed up.

But she had to climb back down to grab the wand again, for it was way to dark up there to see anything. "Lumos." she whispered and the tip of the wand spread light across the room.

She found some old photo album of her dad's that read, Harry Potter. She sat down and opened it. There were pictures that waved back at her, pictures of her father, mother, people she didn't know, Quidditch games, and much more…

Sophie then moved over to a trunk, that had caught her eyes. On it, it said Hogwarts, she opened it and onto it had her father's old Quidditch close, then after picking those up she say a smaller box that had a sticker o it reading: Baby Pictures. And she thought Well, why are they kept up here? Why don't they keep them downstairs with the rest of the pictures?

But she would soon find out why…

Sophie took the dust-covered book out of the Hogwarts trunk and sat it on her lap, as she lay back against the wall. She wiped and blew off the layer of thick dust off the top and slowly opened the box. It was filled with pictures.

Sophie picked up on of the pictures; it was a picture of Ginny in the hospital with Harry holding three babies. Who was this third one? She thought. She recognized her and her brother Charlie, but couldn't figure out who the other baby boy was.

She picked up another picture. It was on of their second birthday party…it looked like the one they had downstairs, but this one had another baby in it, blowing out the candles…who was he?

Sophie became frantic. She may only have been seven (or eight…her birthday was tomorrow) but she knew something was going on that no one was telling her. She looked quickly through all of the pictures…who was this baby? Sophie had no memory of him, but her parents seemed to have wanted to keep memory of him…Was he a cousin she had yet to meet? Or was he just a friend's baby? And was she freaking out for no reason? But then why had she never seen him before…that she can remember. And why was he in the hospital with them?

"Sophia! Aunt Hermione, Aunt Fleur and Emma are here! Come on down!" Ginny shouted from downstairs, and Sophie could hear Emma as she came in.

"Be right there!" Sophie shouted.

Just then Emma made her way up to the attic. "What are you doing up here?" she asked.

Of course she looked different now, she was nine. Her long strawberry blond hair shimmered in the light, her blue/green eyes were like looking out over into the ocean, and she had a few freckles here and there.

"Look, I have no idea who this is, but his in like every picture." Sophie said showing the pictures to Emma.

Emma took the papers into her hand and took a long look at them. She took a side ways glance at Sophie, and she felt shocked that Sophie had found these. Emma was a year and a half older then Sophie and Charlie, so she did have some vague memories of Jack. But her mom and dad had always told her not to speak of him in front of Charlie or Sophia.

"Well? Do have any idea who he might be?" Sophia asked.

Emma looked up. "No." she lied. "Maybe you should ask your mum." She insisted.

"Girls! Come on down!" they heard Hermione shout. And they head down.

"Mom, whose this" Sophie asked putting the pictures down on he kitchen table.

"Who?" Ginny asked moving closer. Then she fell silent as she looked at the picture…so did Fleur and Hermione. "Where did you find that?" Ginny asked.

"Upstairs in the attic. Why? What's wrong?" She asked as she saw her mother's eyes start to fill with tears.

"It's alright Gin." Hermione said trying to comfort her.

"Sit down." Fleur told her.

"It's about time that you knew. You see…when you were born, you and Charlie weren't twins…you were triplets." Ginny said, sobbing a bit.

"What?" Sophie asked in disbelief.

"Your father and I had triplets. You two had a brother named Jack…"

"I did? What happened?"

"He had lung problems…and one day he went to the hospital…and they couldn't do anything to save him…so he H-he d-d-died." Ginny said breaking down into sobs.

Sophie was shocked with so many questions. She didn't know what to do or say? How do you react when you just found out that you once had a brother? And instead of being apart of the twins you were, you were apart of triplets?

What was she to do now? Who was her brother?

So? Sorry it's another cliffy. But did you like it? I had to cut it off here or this would have gone on forever! And, now have any of you looked at my myspace? Someone told me they had a my space. And yeah I would love to look at it! E-mail me your link! Anz ways…hope you like! And Friday I wont be here so I can't update that night…cause I'll be out at Knott's Scary farm! Yippie! Luv ya guys!

Cilla