Ok… so… here it is. Chapter 7… I have some things to say, though. First of all… I opened a new group on yahoo where you can be free to talk about Hermione/Ron. Its 

So… well... enjoy this chapter. I'm feeling a little bit better, if anyone's wondering and my grandpa survived the operation (send your good vibes, though… he'll need them…). And… I'll be ok; I have loads of work to catch up on…  so this is time to say goodbye.

Chapter 7: Let it be

Florence wasn't too fond of the saying: "Forgive and forget", she wasn't keen on neither of those actions, actually, so she was now in trouble as George was resting his head on her naked chest.

"Oh! He's a god!"- She thought to herself, eventhough she'd rather eat the sorting hat than to say that out loud- "How could I've been so dumb? I should have done this, years earlier!"

-Mmmm…- George moaned, placing his head comfortably between her breasts- This feels nice- He softly said, making Florence's neck hairs to raise.

-I suppose you don't find me attractive now that I'm… well… older and not as shaggable as your… er… girlfriends- She said bitterly.

That last statement came as a shock to George who couldn't name- or even think- of a person as beautiful as his former wife. She sat on the large sofa; witness of their previous love making scene. 

-Now, why would you say something like that?- He asked puzzled as if Florence's question had been something …well…  something that a person as intelligent as Florence would have never asked.

-How thick can a person be?- She asked out loud, getting up from the warm sofa, and putting her knickers on.

-Hey! What are you doing? I want those off!- He shouted getting up from the couch, and revealing in the meantime his huge erection. He covered himself as soon as he noticed that Florence was eating "it" with her eyes… and that, although may pleasant, wasn't exactly what he had in mind.

-George, please… that was a mistake. We both know it…- Florence said frantically.

-Now, why would I think that? I mean… you were the one that threw herself at me- He said, and then as if reflection about his last statement he added- but if it makes any difference I would have made love to you, anyway. I haven't stopped thinking about you since the very first day I met you, Flor. I would have made love to you today even if I hadn't even been the one bringing the subject up- He explained. Florence wasn't facing him, though. George touched her elbow slowly, as if trying to wake her up.

-What do you want from me, George? Why did you want to fuck me in the first place?- She asked casually.

-I don't expect anything from you but your mercy… and your forgiveness… but, please, Flor… don't make me answer that question. Have you looked at yourself in the mirror for the last 12 years? You're a goddess!- He shouted at her. She smiled, though slightly. He had said to her what he though about him. It was strange… and creepy how they complemented each other so perfectly.

-Forgive and forget?- She asked. He nodded.

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Hermione and Ron were inside a muggle café; she loved it there. They weren't having coffee, though- the house's special- but one steamy cup of green tea. Ron was pleased as tea was his favourite infusion; it had always been… ever since he was a child. Hermione knew that and decided to have one cup herself.

-So, do you reckon Florence might be ready by now?- Ron  asked after two sips. He looked nervous. Hermione could tell; she could always tell when Ron was nervous, or happy, or sad for that matter. She loved him and I guessed those words explain pretty much her whole world.

-No, I don't think so, no- She answered. What was she suppose to say anyway?

-Fancy some more water on that tea of yours?- He asked politely as it they were still dating. She grinned. He grinned back.

-So, Ronald Weasley… tell me something… how's …well… HER doing? I mean… are you still talking to her?- She asked.

-Yes, its been 5 years now- He said shortly- and I guess she's doing fine.

Hermione pressed her lips with strength. 4 years had passed and the fact that… nothing; she didn't even want to think about it.

-Great!- She said irritably.

-Shall we go now?- He asked sometime later.

-Yes, I think we should- She answered bitterly.

And with that they left together, both of them thinking about HER… Ron's secret.