The way she feels

the way she feels


Note: I'm back yup ^-^. Enjoy.


Chapter thirteen: Life cants get any better then this...or can it?




"Love are you ready?" George called from the bedroom laying on the bed with both cats laying next to him, one asleep the other playing with George's hand. Him and Hermione were going out with Fred and his wife for the announcement that 'Wealsey's Wacky Joke Shop' had been given shop of the year in the daily news.



"Yea I'm ready." Hermione came out, and George sat up and his mouth dropped. Hermione laughed since she was only in a pair of torn jeans and a blue tank top that showed a little bit of her stomach, with her hair down and straightened for once. "What you gapping at? I look the same as I always do, just with straight hair."



"No..Its just every time I see you, you continue to stun me...you look absolutely stunning. You are absolutely going to make Imogen jealous.." George walked over to her and pulled her close to him. "Though we don't have to go out and celebrate because we can always just do some celebrating of our own."



"ha ha, We're going out Mr. Pervert. We will have enough time for all that when we get home." Hermione laughed as she kissed him softly. "Now come on they're probably waiting at the pub for us."



"To the being the best!" Fred laughed holding up his glass of Rum in the air, his arm around Imogen, a pretty petite red head with bright green eyes.



"Hell yea!!!!" George yelled holding up his own glass, his arm around Hermione. Both girls weren't drinking since they were the designated drivers, and were at the moment laughing but feeling a little embarrassed since both men were half way near pissed drunk and talking very loudly where even the drunkest of people stare at them. "We are the best because not only...do we have the best store in all of London!! We also have the most beautiful women in all of the world!"



"Hear hear!" Fred smiled as he kissed Imogen on the lips with a sloppy kiss. Imogen moved back and wiped her mouth.



"Fred!" She squealed in a thick Scottish accent. Fred only laughed and kissed her cheek. "We are going to have fun tonight with this drunk loonies aren't we Hermione?"



"Nonsense my dear sister-in-law! We are going to be dreadly a handful!" George laughed. "Oh mate! When are you two going to start pushing out the little ones?"



"Oh god don't even start on that." Imogen laughed. "Me parents have been bugging us about it since we tied the knot."



"Well I just might beat you to it!" George laughed and Hermione's face went to a shocked thing and looked at Imogen and Fred who both had a shocked look on their face aswell.



"To my future wanted niece or nephew!" Fred then yelled as he downed the rest of his drink. Hermione felt her cheeks go red, because she absolutely forgotten about that. "I'm going to be an uncle!!!"



"Yea..." Hermione smiled shyly as George kissed her on the side of the head. Laying her head back against his shoulder, her mind starting to go over the whole situation. It wasn't until Fred was slapped by Imogen for saying something stupid, that she was snapped back to reality.

George had ordered three more rounds of drinks for him and Fred and the girls more soda. They all continued to enjoy themselves late into the evening, laughing and joking around, and enjoying the company of everyone. She looked over and George and smiled since him and Fred were finally were getting back to being the same troublesome duo that Hermione had grew up with. Kissing George every so often she felt like nothing was going to ever going to ruin her life now...not even Ron or his slut anymore.





"Hormiane!! I lov you so murch" George slurred, messing up her name and everything as she helped him into the house and to their bedroom. Letting him fall onto the bed she started to undress him knowing he wasn't going to be able to. "mmm I lov it when you ungress me.."



"Im only doing it silly because I know you cant do it to yourself." Hermione laughed as she got up to go get a trash can when George pulled her on top of him. Hermione smiled down at his obviously drunk face and kissed his forehead. "I love you too baby, now let me go get you a trashcan for when you get sick."



"I love you you know that..." George whispered not sounding drunk at all. Hermione smiled and nodded to him to let him know she knew he loved her. "I want to be with you forever..I never realized how much I loved you until I thought Ron was going to take you away forever and make you his wife...I want to do everything with you...make love with you...grow old with you...have a million babies...and hunt komodo dragons and teach them Hamlet...."



"I wanna do all those things with you too." Hermione laughed as she managed to get up and go and grab the trashcan in the bathroom. Walking out she saw George was already passed out and cuddling her pillow. Smiling she walked over and sat the trashcan on the side of the bed where he was in case he got sick and put the aspirin bottle on the side of the bed with a glass of water. Kissing him on the side of the head she walked into the bathroom taking off her clothes as she went to go wash up and ready for bed.



As she was washing her face she looked up and studied her body. She wasn't a big girl by far, she was curvy with a flat stomach wide hips, a nice round bottom, with nice perky medium size breast. Running her hand over her stomach she bit her bottom lip. She hadn't thought much of the whole possible pregnancy thing for the past few weeks, she was busy with work and the whole engagement with George had taken up most her thoughts. Looking at the mirror, she sighed, she was due for her period soon, so she will soon find out if she was pregnant.



Just as she was just forgetting about the whole wanting a baby and willing to wait for one, it came back. But it came back differently..she liked the thought of having George's baby (even more so than she did with Ron's), but she had to agree with what he had said that one day. He wasn't ready and it made her realize she wasn't either. She smiled softly, a small nervous smile, as she pulled on her old white tank top and climbed into the bed with George and cuddled close to him. Like instinct he let go of her pillow and took her into his arms and held her as she fell asleep in his arms. The idea being pregnant pushed into the back of her mind as she drifted to a peaceful sleep.




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I have a headache, my arms hurt, and I'm hungry...soo time to make some dinner and take some asprin and write another chapter :D