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He smiled as he watched
his wife and daughter sleeping away peacefully on
the couch. They were his world to him.
A tear slid down his eye as he
remembered the same words being said by his own father.
..::Flashback::..
It was a Sunday afternoon. The
whole house seemed quiet and still, as he tossed about
in his bed. He was feeling extremely bored. His parents
kept locking themselves in their own room. He had
no one to talk to. His favourite cousin, Vivian Potter
was away with his parents for a vacation.
Not being able to stand his boredom
any longer, he stood up and walked towards his parents’
room.
The door was closed. So he knocked
to seek for their permission. He had always wondered
why he was taught to knock in the first place, when
his parents could always barge into his room
anytime they wanted.
Soon, he heard his father called
in, “Come in, Sean.”
As he dragged himself into the
room, his father pulled him up onto the bed; both
he and his mother shared.
”Hello, darling,”
his mother cooed.
”What are you guys doing
wrapped up under the blanket?” he asked innocently.
He noticed his mother blushed
scarlet at the question.
”Well,” his father
pondered for a moment, “We were supposed
to do something before you came in.”
”Ron!!” his mother
swatted his father’s arm.
”What? I’m just answering
his question.”
His mother huffed, earning her
a kiss on the temple from his father. They were then
starring into each other’s eyes, completely
forgetting the fact that there was someone else on
the bed. Slowly, they leaned in and shared a kiss.
”EWW!!”
Abruptly, they stopped what they
were doing, though now snickering, resting their foreheads
together.
”What’s so ‘EWW’
about me kissing your mother?”
”It’s disgusting!”
”Well, in the contrary,
I find it endearing,” his
father replied, kissing his mother yet again, before
gazing into his mother’s brown eyes. She smiled
and placed her arm across his father’s waist.
”I love you, Ron.”
”I love you too, Hermione.”
Sean wasn’t even aware of
how his father’s arm had come around his back.
His father was middle one in the bed, hugging his
Mom and himself with each arm.
”I love you both. You are
my world to me. Do you know that?”
his father asked, as he tightened his arms slightly
around his wife and son.
”I love you too, Pops.”
”Sean, I told you not to
call your father, ‘Pops’!”
”But father was
the one who told me to call him that!”
”Now, Sean-“
”Hermione… what’s
wrong with me being called ‘Pops’? I think
it’s cool!”
”Argh!”
His father chuckled at his mother’s
reaction. Leaning once again, he gave another peck
on her lips.
”Ugh! Would you guys stop
doing that?!”
”We’ll see if you
stop doing this when you fall in love, next time,”
his father challenged.
”Love?! Please!
I won’t ever fall in love!”
”Well, Sean, believe me
when I said that once upon a time, those were the
very words that came upon my lips. Now look at us!
Here I am with the love of my life!” his father
said, tightening his hug on his mother.
Again, the two of them kissed.
It seems to Sean that they can’t get enough
kisses with each other throughout all the years he
knew them.
He sighed at the sight, tired
of telling them how disgusting it was to see them
kissing. They then exchanged their usual ‘I
love yous’ again, for what seemed the umpteenth
time. Isn’t once enough?
”Pops… how did you
two fall in love?”
His father snorted softly. “It’s
a long story, son.”
”I want to hear!”
protested Sean, as he rested his chin on his father’s
muscled shoulder.
His father then sighed nostalgically
as his mother’s hand which had been resting
on her husband’s waist came up to stroke her
son’s copper hair.
”Well…” began
Ron Weasley, “As you already know, your Mom,
me and Uncle Harry have been friends since our school
days. We were the best of friends. Is still is!”
His mother who was still stroking
his hair smiled serenely on his father’s other
shoulder.
”Your Mom and I shared a
relationship which… well… you can call
it a love-hate relationship. We bicker at every opportunity
we had,” continued his father, making his wife
snigger.
”Then one day, there was
this grand ball organised at school. And before I
knew it, Hermione was already asked by another boy!”
”You didn’t ask!”
injected his mother.
”As I recalled, honey, I
did ask you.”
”Oh yeah? As a last resort,
no less!”
”Well, you should
have at least left pretty Vicky, and go with
me!”
”What?! I’m not as
insensitive as you were, dearie!”
”Mom! Pops!!” shouted
Sean, “On with the story!”
”Oh, yeah,” muttered
his father, “Now where were we? Yeah…
umm, when I finally saw your mother with that git-
OWW! Mione!!”
His mother had smacked his father’s
arm, probably at his choice of word.
”Anyway! When I
finally saw her with him,” his father
glared at his wife, as if saying ‘happy
now?!’, “something in me clicked!”
”What?” asked his
son.
”Well… there I was
sitting alone, and there she was, looking all pretty,
dancing happily with that excuse of a Quidditch star!”
His mother shook her head. “You
were not alone. You were with Padma!”
But she was not heard as her son
was at the same time exclaiming enthusiastically,
“Mom went out with a Quidditch star?! COOL!!”
Ron frowned and pouted. “Shut
up, Sean! Do you want to listen or not?!”
”Yes, Pops.”
”Okay. Well… after
the ball, I went and lashed straight out at your mother.
And then she finally ended the fight saying ‘Next
time there’s a ball, ask me before someone else
does, and not as a last resort’. That’s
when I realised I was in love with her.”
”Was?” asked his mother,
innocently.
”Nah! Have been… am,
and will be in love with her forever,” corrected
his father teasingly, tickling his mother’s
slightly protruding belly.
”Though, even then, I still
didn’t have the courage to tell her.”
”And you call yourself a
‘Gryffindor’,” his mother muttered.
”Well, you didn’t
tell me either!”
”Ron, it’s tradition
in life that it’s the boy who confesses!”
”What?! There’s no
such thing! Tradition… hmph!” exclaimed
his father.
His mother ignored him and turned
to her son.
”Sean, let me give you an
important piece of advice in life… So that you
won’t appear as the PRAT your father had been.”
”HEY!”
”When you fall in love with
a girl-“
”MOM!!” whined her
son.
”Listen! Remember this.
This advice will not only save your skin, but will
save time! When you fall in love next time, just bite
your tongue, and go straight telling the girl your
feelings.”
”How do you speak when you’re
biting your tongue?”
”It’s just a saying,
Ron!” She turned back to his son and continued,
“All girls prefer the boys to do the confessing.
It’s how we are. And especially if you know
that she already knows your feelings for her. Don’t
wait. Don’t waste time. Just go straight and
tell her… well of course you have to do it subtly…”
she ended her speech quietly.
”Well, son, girls are one
mystery. The world will be heaven if we men can understand
them.”
”Ron! I was just telling
him that advice so that it would be easier for him
when the time comes. And both the girl and him won’t
need to suffer like we did because of that.”
”But Her-“
”Alright!! Alright. Cut
it now, guys. So how did you finally got together?”
asked a frustrated Sean Weasley.
”Well,” sighed his
father, “It was after the final battle, actually…
Your mother was hit by a curse, shielding me from
it.” He paused to kiss his wife’s forehead.
“And there I was, waiting and hoping, day and
night, sitting by her bed in the hospital wing, praying
that she would be alright. I couldn’t bear the
thought of losing her. And as I confessed all my heart
to her still figure, I heard her whisper to me, ‘I
love you too’.”
His mother tightened her arm around
his father’s waist at this, and received yet
another kiss from her husband.
Sean beamed brightly at the sight.
He loved his parents so much. Even though he felt
disgusted at times seeing them showing their affection
for each other, he couldn’t help but feel happy
for them. He knew not all parents could love each
other like his parents do. For instance, his friend,
Josh, at Hogwarts, always complain about his parents
wanting a divorce, which had affected him badly.
..::End of Flashback::..
Years passed. Sean had two brothers,
and one sister; him being the eldest. He still remember
his father telling his children, “Live your
childhood for us. For both me and your mother didn’t
have the chance to do that.” And they did just
that.
He could even still remember how
his mother had cried the happy tears at his wedding
with Diana Raena.
Time by time, all his siblings
settled down. But unfortunately, his mother didn’t
have the chance to see her daughter get married. She
died on the eve of Valentine’s Day. It was all
because of the common ‘old-age’ disease.
His father hasn’t been the
same after that. It was as if every single moment,
he was waiting for his time to unite with the love
of his life. Sean had caught him several times, sitting
in a far corner, starring into a photo of his wife,
sobbing quietly to himself.
It was when his sister’s
son was two years old did his father passed. They
buried him right next to their mother, according to
his wishes.
Now here he was, with his very
own family. They have a family gathering every now
and then, organised by his godfather, Harry Potter,
the-boy(man)-who-is-still-living.
But now, since his wife, Sean’s
godmother, Ginny Potter is suffering the same ‘old-age’
disease, the frequency of the gatherings had decreased.
He cried again to himself as seeing
all his loved ones, going away. He couldn’t
help but fear that his family might too.
Suddenly, he felt a soft tap on
his shoulder. It was his wife, Diana. “What
is it?”
”Nothing,” pulling
his wife into his arms. “I love you… You’re
my world…” |