Sorry this is a short chapter. I've written several more, though. I am currently looking for a beta reader, and if any of you feels comfortable enough with my work, I'll be glad to hear from you regarding that subject.

Being said that, tomorrow I'm going to see "The fall of the house of Usher" from Edgar Alan Poe. I'm so excited! …well… and… enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 10: Walking on Florence and George.

-Oh, MY DEAR GOD!-  Hermione shouted, placing her hands over her eyes to prevent herself from seeing.

-Please, Flor, put some clothes on!- Ron yelled, turning his torso around.

Florence and George covered themselves with some clothes, both of them scarlet in the face.

-I'm sorry- She sad shyly, putting George's extra large shirt on.

-What the hell is this?-Ron asked looking mad- What about you being chaste for 3 years?

-That, my dear brother, ended today- George said, happily.

-You mean that…- Ron started, but he was interrupted by Florence who dared to finish his sentence.

-… we are back together, yes- She explained.

Florence and George looked at each other, as if saying the words out loud would count as some kind of unwritten compromise.

-Are we?- He asked, grinning widely. He took her hands on his.

-Yes, I guess we are- She answered, smiling herself.

Both of them were so into each other that a simple but sarcastic cough brought them back to reality.

-Sorry, but…are you ready, Flor?- Ron asked innocently. They were suppose to take her home, to Hermione's apartment where she was crushing while her mansion was being re painted.

-Er… Ron I don't think she'll come with us- Hermione said between her teeth, trying not to make him feel like a fool.

-But, why the hell not? Where are you staying?- He asked innocently. Both Florence and George giggled; he hugged her tightly on the waist, while saying:

-I think Its time for me to take care of my wife- George confessed. Florence smiled; she loved him very much and she couldn't picture anyone else for her, actually, or- at the moment- a place she'd rather be than by his side. She grinned again; that was exactly what George had said on their engagement party.

-Oh, ok- Ron said apparently looking for something on the carpet.

-Come on, Ron- Hermione said- Could you walk me home?- She asked in a sweet voice.

-Sure- He answered politely.

-I guess I'll see you two later, right?- Ron asked. The couple nodded eventhough they weren't paying too much attention to what Ron was saying. They where thinking about greater things; much more important things like, for example, the other. How great it felt to be on those warm, comfortable arms, again, on Florence's opinion. They protected her from all evil, from all dangers and from a cold winter.

And so when Ron and Hermione closed the door, they were left alone again, but this time George took Florence's hand on his, saying:

-Lets go home, my dear.

She nodded, placing a small kiss on all his knuckles. It was great to finally be heading home.