It takes two.

It as 10pm that night. The babies were already asleep, but she was still up, with a cup of coffee in her hands. She was sitting in the living room, her eyes looking straight at the door, waiting for him to come in.

She had already tried to sleep, but she couldn't, she was too worried about him. Harry had told her he would be back at 7.00pm, maybe 7.30pm. 3 hours had passed and still there was no sing of him, no call, no letter. Nothing.

Hermione got up and started walking around the house. She was already tired of this. He did this very often. They would talk seriously, like they had already 2 times before.

They were only 20 years old, and already had two one month baby girls.

Harry went out to work and came back at 4.00pm to get his broom and then he went out to practice. He just walked in, kissed each girl in the forehead, gave Herms a little kiss in the lips and went out. He came back when the girls were asleep and went to work when they were just getting up.

Suddenly, Hermione heard someone opening the door, and headed back to the living room. There stood Harry, looking tired, his broom in his left hand.

He looked up and smiled sheepishly. He knew he as in trouble.

"Harry James Potter! I demand and explanation" Hermione whispered.

"Well, quiddithc practice finished at 8 and then we went to eat with the guy, that's it." He said.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"It was….Aarons birthday, yes Aaron's. i didn't know it was. I found out when they gave the idea of going out" he explained.

"I didn't know Aaron had two birthdays" said Hermiony

"Excuse me?"

"Yes, last Friday it was his birthday as well! You better tell me the truth Harry, or i'll make you drink Veritaseum"

"But that's illegal"

"I don't care" she hissed.

Harry closed his eyes, thinking what to tell her. It was true he had gone out with the boys, but they had gone to a pub. And last time it had been Aaron birthday. But then again, he had been late lots of times before. He knew Hermione was tired of it. Although she was whispering, he knew she would be shouting if it wasn't for the girl. His two girls.

Suddenly, he felt sick. He felt like a terrible father. He had been coming late, instead of coming home early and being with his girls. With Isabella and Daniella.

Daniella and Isabella were both Italian names. They heard them when they went to Italy for their honey moon and decided to name their girl Daniella or Isabella, but they had two girls, so they decided to name them both Isabella and Daniella.

"Ok" he sighted "I went to…I want to a pub, with the boys" he admitted

"A PUB" she shouted

"SHHHH!" hissed Harry.

"What were you doing at the pub?" asked Hermione dangerously.

"We had some beers"

"You had some beers…"

"And danced a bit"

"Great. That's just excellent. Why don't you abandon your daughters and me, so you can be free and stay till dawn at the pub, and have sex with some whore?" asked Hermione, obviously hurt.

Her words hit Harry in the chest.

"I would never do that! I love you three with all my heart!"

"Well, it doesn't look like it" she said again.

"What do you mean?"

"You used to be a nice guy, Harry. You went to work, and the n to practice, and came home early. You would take me out to dinner, and then stay with me for the rest of the day. On weekends you would take me to the park or to the pitch to see you practice, or give me rides in the night" she said as tears started to well up in her eyes. "Then, i couldn't do those things, because of my pregnancy, so you just stopped. Instead of staying home with me, or just hugging me, or maybe sometimes bring a movie or something, what did you duo? Nothing. Went out with your pals. Then the twins were born, and for the first week I thought you were back to normal. And then you started getting worse. Getting home later….not caring about us, lying to me. And on weekends. You forget about us and just come home to sleep. THIS is not an Hotel Harry, THIS is our home. Your home. With me, and your children. But you just don't seem to care."

Harry was left speechless; he knew she was right, he just never noticed how much pain this was causing her.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked.

She laughed "I told you like 3 times before, you just said you were sorry and that it would never happen again. Well, you know what? I am tired of this. I don't want to be worried sick about where you are or what you are doing. I want a divorce" she said finally, as more tears rolled down her cheeks.

This time, Harry started crying too.

"you can' be serious" he asked. Hermione didn't answer. "No, please don't leave me, i love you too much"

"You don't show love to me, or for the girls. I am leaving tomorrow and I am taking them"

"No! Please don't take my daughter"

"And who will take care of them? You? Oh please Harry"

"Leave me at least one of them."

"We can't do this to them" said Hermione

"You can't do this to me"

"I don't want to see you again, Harry" said Hermione as she headed to her room to put her stuff again.

"Lets talk this over, please, don't leave me; don't take them away from me! I love you, and I love them!" he said

"No, we have talked enough!"

"I demand to have one of them with me! Please leave Daniella with me!" he begged, crying.

"Ok! You keep Daniella, i keep Isabella."

"What's going to happen if in 11 years they ask me about her mother?"

"You… you tell her she died, I'll tell her the same"

"And what if they see each other?"

"I'll move back to Paris with my parent's, and she'll attend to beuxbottoms" (A/N: cant remember how to write it!)

Hermione moved to the room next to theirs and walked to Isabella's crib. Isabella moved and opened her eyes.

"Shhh, its mommy. We are making a long trip, honey. A very long trip. Now say goodbye to daddy"

She handed Isabella to Harry and went to Daniella's crib. She carried her and hold her very hard and cried. Harry was also hugging Isabella and crying.

After a while, Hermione left Daniella in her crib and spelled Isabella's so it would get very small. Then she took Isabella away from Harry and headed to the door. Harry walked behind them.

Before she opened the door, Hermione turned around. She put down her suit case and left Isabella in the floor for a while, next to Isabella's back pack.

She looked at Harry, Harry looked at her. And then they hugged and cried. Each of them silently.

"I am so sorry, Hermione. I love you, don't forget that."

"I know. I love you too, but i can't take this anymore"

"Hermione got away from Harry's arms, grabbed Isabella and her back pack, and with her free hand she took her suit case. As soon as she stood out of the house, the bus (A/N: cant remember the name either) appeared and she stepped in, without looking back.