000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000

Oh. My. God. It feels like it's been more than a year! How is everyone? Is everyone still alive? LOL….ya' never know because it's been so long.
I practically forgot about this story! How can I? After reaching out to so many readers? I was just going through all my reviews and I felt so ashamed that I completely discontinued it!
I bet half my readers have moved on and given up on Stormy Love. But then, there's always room for more!
I don't know, Stormy Love is just stretching out like gum…
Just pretend that was Season 1! Now, on to Season 2!
By the way, someone offered the wedding to be in the Caribbean Islands, and hold the wedding on a beach. I liked the idea, and I think it's a nice setting for people like Fred and George! So Fred/Angelina George/Katie's wedding will be in the Hallelujah:P

000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000

Harry returned home and dropped the keys on the coffee table, sighing, he slumped down into the couch and rubbed his forehead in pure depression. It was dark, he didn't bother turn on the lights, and the moon was strong that night and its bright white light shined into the room.

He was happy for Hermione. He was really happy. Happy in the sense that Ron and Hermione were leading to one, good married life. He'd never seen a better couple, then more to himself, he chuckled at the mere memory of those two bickering loudly back in Hogwarts upon a random topic.

Just that moment, the light flickered on and Harry looked around, wand at the ready.

"Oh. It's just you," He said lamely, dropping his wand carelessly to the floor.

"Listen, Harry, I'm, I'm sorry about what happened today. At the hospital." Ginny rubbed her hands nervously and crept closer, and her black dress pants swished as she came closer.

"Oh yeah? If you feel so sorry then you wouldn't have done it, you wouldn't have name called me a snitch! You just like to show off in front of Hermione. Don't you? You like to make me feel embarrassed in front of her, don't you? You like to show like you're the most perfect wife ever created and I'm the one making all the mistakes, to think you're wrong. Well guess what? Hermione wasn't one bit impressed!" Harry shouted, and, picking up his wand, he stormed down to the bedroom but Ginny caught his arm.

"STOP IT! JUST STOP IT! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS SILLY FIGHITNG!" She screamed out.

"Yeah? Well it's all happening because of you." Harry responded crossly, and decided to wait to hear what else she had to say.

"Listen Harry, Fred and George's wedding is happening this Friday. We're going to have plenty of balls and parties and if we act in the way we're acting right now---

"I'm not acting," Harry interrupted angrily.

"Well, you get my point! Then they'll find out there's a fight going on between us. And I don't want that to happen. It'll mess up the whole mood. In just the time I spend with you, play nicely. Other than that, you won't even see me because none other than Greg will accompany me. He's more than happy to attend the wedding for me, because he's known of what a snob you've been acting lately," She wasn't quite finished yet, but Harry was fuming.

"Me? Snobbish? You've got to be kidding me. I'm going packing. I'm through with you." Harry knew there was no point to stay any longer, he went into the bedroom and started to dump his clothes in his black duffel bag. And took out all the suits freshly pressed and steamed and gently packed them in his suitcase like plates of delicate china.

Ginny walked in a few moments later, looking grumpier than ever. She went into her own wardrobe and started to dump random dresses into her own duffel and packed her most important in her suitcase.

Over the night, Harry tossed and turned. On the couch. Ginny and he even refused to sleep in the same bed, but it felt good, he felt liberated and individual. In his mind, he was really considering the plan of finding a woman to use to make Ginny jealous and envious, and to teach her the lesson how it really felt like when you're life companion brought someone else into the picture and interfered everything.

Then his thoughts wandered, he dreamed of finding a woman that he just wasn't using, but that of he actually fell in love with. She was charming, understanding and witty when needed in boredom, she was romantic and flirtatious yet she knew her limits. Harry dreamed of giving Ginny a divorce, and Ginny soon married Greg and had a dozen children, all horrific and terribly ugly children, and yet she was proud of them. And Harry married that fantasized woman…

He woke in gasps, his back was sweaty and damp and he hurried to take a shower. He knew Ginny was waiting for him to get ready so the two of them can use the floo powder to travel to the Caribbean Islands, where the wedding was taking place in a private, muggle resort that was soon converted into a wizards resort, and was inaccessible to muggles and was invisible to the muggle eye and unknown.

Harry dressed into an emerald green shirt and gave a quick comb through his hair, and it was true he looked absolutely dashing. He couldn't understand what Ginny saw in that good-for-nothing Greg, that big slum!

They both took the floo powder in fistfuls in silence, and Ginny went first. Harry went into the fireplace and through the powder to his feet and shouted out his destination. And he too soon enough was whizzing down mazes completely indescribable.

When he was once more conscious, he felt thick fistfuls of grains of sand going into his nostrils, coughing, he realized someone was pulling him to his feet, he looked up to gaze into a pair of honey toned eyes, that belonged to none other than Hermione.

"Oh. I'm so glad you two are here! Mrs. Weasley has been so anxious to see you two! Come on, she's inside! In the lobby." Hermione took their hands and led them through a large black gate. There were festive lights planted upon the lamp poles that were scattered throughout the resort. Hermione was taking them so quickly, Harry didn't have much time to look around, all he knew they were at a truly paradisiacal beach and the sun was setting and the sea gulls were crying out into the skies. Just at the rim of the beach, a towering maple toned building stood, with a small courtyard at its front which included a large glimmering chlorine-bloated pool, its water playing playfully and looking so blue, it was true color had been added into it, and yet fake, it looked pleasing. Nearby, a small hot tub lay empty and welcoming. "Here we are, the lobby!" Hermione pushed open the door and inside it was exceptionally chillier than out in the humid air of the beach. Harry shivered in the cold, as Ginny pinched him in the arm, "Remember what I told you, play nice. It'll be good for both of us."

Both of us. Yeah right, she was just worried that Harry would complain to Mrs. Weasley, that her daughter was fooling around with another man. Harry's fists clenched but glancing into the face of a truly nervous Hermione, he remembered that fantasized plan of us. Of finding a beautiful woman to make Ginny jealous of, and this would be not informed to any of the Weasley family. It was a secret only he, and Hermione shared.

He could already see young gorgeous woman checking him out, as they all came in and out of the lobby entrance, one woman actually stood looking him up and down, as if investigating, and with a satisfied look and a nasty smile, she walked on about her own business.

"OH Harry dear!" He heard the familiar coo of Mrs. Weasley, and she pushed into a tight hug. Hermione let go of Harry's arm and stepped back, beaming when Ron came in through the lobby doors, looking frustrated and red in the face, Peter and Rupert crying loudly as he held them by the hands and they trotted after Ron's quick lengthy paces as fast as their tiny legs carried them. A small adorable baby, full and flushed in the cheeks, wailed in Ron's arm. And he hurried over to Hermione.

"They won't shut up! I've tried everything! Just wish I can mute them for a while!" Ron said angrily, squeezing Peter's hand, which only resulted him to wail louder.

"Even if you could, Ron. Muting them won't solve anything! Come on, let's go up into the bedroom and put them to sleep. You've toured them the beach all day, they don't have long legs like you, you know. And Serenity needs her rest all the more. See? Rupert is rubbing his eyes. They're tired, is all!" Hermione took the wailing baby from Ron's arm and she instantly softened. The crying stopped as Hermione hugged the twins and informed them about the comfort of their beds and blankets, Ron kept on muttering as the family all crowded into the small elevator, and soon were out of sight.

"Oh. Ron's so well settled. I can't wait until I have some grandchildren from you, dear." Mrs. Weasley beamed to Ginny and she flustered a brilliant pink, 'Yeah, with Greg that is' Harry thought nastily in his mind, the monster in his heart now roaring for release.

"It was so nice to see you, mum! This whole idea was great. Having Fred and George's wedding out here in tropical was a great idea. And having renting this resort for all the guests was even greater. My only concern is, how will we manage the pay? I mean, this is after all similar to a celebrity wedding!" Ginny cooed to her mother, and Mr. Weasley and Harry chatted softly by their side.

"Oh, the shop's been so successful, the new batch of children coming into Diagon Alley are crazed about the joke shop. It's an addict I tell you! They're making a lot of money off of it, I tell you. Which is half the reason why those two girls even agreed to marry those two goofballs."

"Well, they did have something going on at Hogwarts," Harry informed, turning away from Mr. Weasley.

"Not so of marrying dear. I assure you." Mrs. Weasley said darkly and continued in a whole different tone, "Well anyhow, you two better check in. Your father and I had to set some matters clean with the resort manager about the banquet hall for the ball. You know, the 'Two hearts joining' Ball, the one that is not necessary but Fred and George said they'd not survive of not having it. So I hope you bought some nice gowns dear, it's a momentous occasion. I'm sure you packed nice suits for Harry dear. Go on you two, enjoy this while it lasts!" Mrs. Weasley shooed them away.

In the elevator, Harry and Ginny stood awkwardly, his hands sweating with the keys for their room, Harry fidgeted nervously.

"Thanks. Thanks for not spilling the beans to mum, that was very sweet of you."

"Sure," Harry mumbled, as the door beeped open, and a narrow corridor lined with pure white moderate doors with silver knobs lined down the walls. The corridor was bathed in golden, and if there was not a door in the way, a life size window that over looked to the resort pool.

Harry fidgeted with the keys until finally they were into the dimly lit room; it was cool and air-conditioned. Over the king bed, that was covered in thick velvety rose petals, a classical piece of art stood above it. There were two sturdy side tables with matching lamps with beads hanging down their shades, there was a door that led to the bathroom equipped with a fine tub and shower and a vanity mirror. There was a table with a television set that Ginny informed must've been a muggle device that the wizards just decided to keep in the rooms when they dealt with the muggles upon buying this resort in the first place.

When Ginny had gone into the bathroom for a quick shower, Harry was unpacking his suit case and emptying the duffel bag and arranged them in the closet by the bed. He walked over to a window and was once again looking down into the resort pool, which now glistened in the overhead fluorescent lights. The resort building was shaped like an 'M' and just over the pool, there were other rooms with their curtains drawn shut. Harry watched, it was like he was looking into the house of neighbors, trying to find an open window he could look into and see what was going on, it was right across his own window, on the other side of the pool.

And he did find another open window. The curtains were open, the light was golden in the room and it stood out from the other rooms because of the fact it was lighted. Harry continued to watch for any sort of action, until he saw the figure of Hermione tumbled over to the wall. She was in a passionate kiss, and was pulling and digging her fingers into red flaming hair. Ron.

Harry continued to watch, fascinated by what he saw. Slowly, Hermione's clothes began to strip off and her figure disappeared then reappeared in front of his eyes, stark naked. Then he could see Ron's thighs, bare and empty, nothing on. He turned away in disgust and closed the curtain, he knew he couldn't keep watching, because he knew what they were doing, what was going on.

If only things had been like that between him and Ginny, if only, if only he could hear the monster in his heart purr with pleasure, he had been married for over a year, and had received nothing more than a kiss, and even that was rare, and impossible now. He had to do something. He had to do it quick before the monster in his heart exploded before he did…

000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000

OOO well that looks like a nice spot to leave off! Don't ya' think! Well anyway, once again I'm so sorry about the delay. It's been over 5-6 months since I've updated this thing. But I promise (Like even if you believe me anymore) I'll update within this week if I know that people are still out their, reading this. And I can only know that if you REVIEW! PLEASE REVIEW! Review is like…my fuel. LOL That's all I ask from my readers, to just let me know what they think. Don't worry, I'm back now, and I'm not leaving!

Sorry for the huge gap in the middle!

With lots of love,

Your Writing-Faerie