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Hermione arrived home later that evening to find the house dark except for two lights; one in Gabby and Ron's bedroom, and one in the lounge. Quietly, she opened the door, shutting it so it wouldn't bang. She went into the lounge.

Sat in an armchair was Ron. His eyes were glazed and he held in his hand an almost empty bottle of something that looked suspiciously like firewhisky. There were only a few drops left in the bottom. At his feet there was another bottle, this one empty. It rolled around at his feet.

"Ron, I... what have you done?"

He tipped the bottle back, letting the last few drops dribble into his mouth.

"Whooo shtole all 'o my f-firewhishky?" he asked, looking confused. He shook the bottle over the ground. "Did you shee who draank it?"

He tried to stand up, but his knees buckled before he could take a step, and he sank back onto the chair. "Hermy? Did y-you shteal – "

Stepping forward, Hermione kicked the empty bottle across the floor.

"Ron, you're quite astoundingly sloshed. I know you won't remember this when you wake up tomorrow, so... Stupify!" She muttered the last bit, raising her wand. Ron's head fell back and his mouth flopped open. His limbs relaxed and he became still. A line of drool began to trickle down his chin.

"Well. That's him taken care of, at any rate," she said to herself.

She began to walk back towards the stairs. As she put her foot on the first step, a loud snore erupted from the lounge.

"So... you had fun last night?" Gabrielle asked carefully as she poured coffee the next morning.

Hermione, who was sitting on a barstool with Stefan on her lap, glanced at the lounge door, behind which Ron still lay comatose. "It was... an interesting night," she said at last. "I met up with some old friends, and Ron saw Ginny."

"Ah, Ginevra. She has, how you say, a bad temper – specialement now she is going to have a baby," sighed Gabrielle. "She has the dislike for me. She says that I am like my sister in all ways." Hermione nodded.

"And Ron... he had a bit too much to drink, non?" Gabrielle laughed. "I think he might be in the lounge, but I do not want to look. Maybe he will wake soon."Again, Hermione nodded. She smiled at Gabrielle, suddenly feeling guilty for all she had done last night.

"Er, speaking of the lounge, I'm just going to check in there for Stefan's toy. I'll be back in a minute," she said evasively. Hopping off the stool, and placing Stefan on the floor, she hurried through the lounge door, shutting it behind her. There he was. Sprawled across the armchair, arms hanging down the sides, legs stretching across the floor. He was still snoring, though more quietly now.

"Oh, God. Why, oh why, did I get myself into this?" she muttered. She stood in front of him, wand in front of her. "Finite Incantatem," she said quietly.

Ron's eyes, which had been half-closed, immediately snapped open. He gazed blearily at his surroundings.

"Oh, my head," he groaned, reaching up his hands to massage his temples. "It feels like I've been stunned or something.."

"Well, let me assure you, that didn't happen," Hermione said nervously. Ron looked up. His previously glazed eyes widened.

"Er, Hermione. Hi."

"Hi."

"Bloody hell, I got kissed – I mean, pissed! Pissed. That's what I meant to say. I got really pissed last night."

"Yes, you certainly were. Pissed, that is."

At that moment Gabrielle entered the room. "Ron, you are awake! You drank a bit much hier soir*, did you not?" She looked at Ron, who looked back at her. She glanced at Hermione, then at Ron, then back at Hermione again. Hermione could tell she knew something was up.

"We were just discussing how drunk he got, weren't we, Ron?" she said brightly.

Ron nodded from his slumped position. "Yeah. Morning, Gabby."

She came over to kiss his face. "Merde! You smell! You must go and shower yourself before the neighbours come and shout." She gave him a hug. "Go on. Go and clean yourself." Ron heaved himself from his chair, groaning as he got up.

"The room... it's spinning..."

Gabrielle held his shoulders as she propelled him out of the room and up the stairs.

"I don't know what to do; it felt so good kissing him, but... well Gabrielle's so nice and I don't want to hurt her. I don't know what to go with: my head or my heart."

Katerina gurgled back at her.

"Well I can see you're going to be no help whatsoever," Hermione grumbled. She picked her up from the bed and carried her to the nursery, setting her down in her cot. As she tucked the blanket over the now sleeping baby, she heard a screech from her room. She checked that the noise had not woken Katerina before going to see what it was.

An owl sat on the windowsill of her open window. It was large and covered in dark feathers. It had darker feathers above its amber eyes, like eyebrows. It was Krum's owl. And it had a letter tied to its leg.

Hermione quickly untied the letter and unfolded it. The parchment was Krum's personal stationery; creamy in colour and embossed at the top with his name and a picture of a Snitch. The letter read:

Hermione

I know that we are now officially divorced. But somehow I can't help missing you. I think about you every day and every night before I go to sleep.

Maybe we can start afresh. I think that we could become a happy family again if we start from the beginning. Maybe we can try again? I know in my heart that you will always be the girl who was meant for me. You are part of my soul and I can't just let you go.

Meet me at our house tomorrow evening. I will show you that I can go back to being the man I once was.

Yours always

Viktor

A/N: Ooooh... and the bug crawls back :o

* hier soir is last night or last evening

I tried to make this chapter a bit funny, tell me in the review section whether I accomplished that or not!

AND only 4 days until Thursday, when I stop writing! I go to Ireland on Thursday, which is where my friend lives, and then we fly from there on Saturday :D

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