Life it's a rollercoaster, indeed. I have gastroenteritis… my grandpa is on an operation room… I'm three days behind in my mathematics class and yes… did I mention that my other grandparents are on holidays? I haven't written a chapter in over two days, but the good news are that Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix will arrive in only 18 days…

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Chapter 6: The day out favourite couple had "a moment".

It was late that night and Florence had, at least, 100 books to sign with the same petty, unoriginal message:

Hope you'll enjoy it

Regards,

Florence Pugliare

-Miss Pugliare, why did you sign your first book with the name "Florence W. Pugliare". What does the "W" stands for?- A reporter asked her.

-"W" for "When a reporter annoys me I want my bodyguards to punch him in the face"-She answered bitterly. She hadn't got any bodyguards, though… but the journalist did not know that.

Hermione was waiting with her cloak on and a Gryffindor scarf to protect her throat.

"Oh, this is just perfect. I'll have to wait another hour"- Hermione thought while two more fans were added to the already long queue.

-Fancy some company? – Ron asked appearing behind her like a ghost.

-Sure- she said casually though her heart was jumping excitedly.

-Waiting for Flor?-  He asked, incentivating small talk.

-Yes, are you too?- She asked herself.

-Yes- He answered.

-What she said about you was really nice, don't you think?- She indicated.

-I have to agree with that; she has always been sweet to me… she's like…- Ron started to say but he was interrupted by Hermione.

-…Like a sister to me- She repeated like a parrot.

-You really think you're funny, ha? Do you really think that?- He asked jokefully, pushing her slightly to the side with his elbow. Hermione giggled.

-Yes, I do. What are you going to do about it?- She asked challengely.

Ron took her arms in his big hands, trying to stare right into her soul through the gates that were her eyes. She was the one to break eye contact after a couple of minutes.

-What about lilac?- Hermione demanded.

-What about her?- Ron answered looking uninterested in the subject.

-I mean, where is she? She's usually attach to your arm… where is she?- She asked looking around, as if trying to find her. She was pretending, of course, as she knew for a fact she hadn't come to her best friends' presentation.

-I dunno; we aren't an item anymore- He said casually.

-Oh, I see- She commented, trying hard not to smile. She felt happy when realizing the bimbo was out her way.

-Hermione…- Ron exclaimed. She turned around for him to catch a glimpse of her wide grin.

-Yes, Ron?- She asked.

-Would you… would you… I mean… would you… like to have a coffee or something?- He offered- You know… while we are waiting…I know a very cool place only a taxy ride away from us- He commented.

-Sure- She said disappointed for the second time.

They walked along a narrow corridor towards the main street leaving their best friend behind, but not at all alone.

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When all the books had been properly signed and all the tea in a 3 km radium had been drunk, Florence was ready to leave, though not finding her friends, who were supposed to take her home, was the smallest of all her worries.

She was taking her time in doing everything… she was trying to go back- in her mind- on the memorable events of the day. It had been a happy, joyful occasion or a "once in a life time event" as Ron would have call it… and it was all devoted to her work.

All her friends had been there. George, the one that owe her heart entirely, hadn't attended this special occasion in her life. This was the first time he had shown that kind of apathy towards her person.

-I though you'll come, Georgie boy… what a disappointment, you weren't here to listen to my speech. You didn't care enough to stop shagging a secretary of yours… I guess. I would have loved to see your eyes when pronouncing your name- She said out loud.

-Working on a new speech; a new prologue?- A voice coming from the door frame scared her to death. It was him.

-No, a new story, actually. What do you think? A girl in love with his boyfriends twin brother?- She asked turning her torso to look at him straight into his eyes.

-I think I already know the ending to that story- He said.

-Oh, you do?- She asked curiously.

-Certainly- She answered shortly.

-That's strange. Last time I checked the ball was on my court- She exclaimed, unbuttoning the first button on her shirt- I am the writer, remember? I get to write an ending to this story.