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And now…chapter 14! Enjoy!

Chapter 14: The mouth won't speak what the heart desires

The pillow had transfigured itself into a handkerchief for Hermione to spill her tears over. Hard thing to watch, the love of your life meeting the reason you broke up with him in the first place. She wasn't sure, but she felt as though a gigantic nut was stuck on her throat, preventing her from breathing. She gasped for air while her best friend caressed her back softly, trying to provide her mate with some kind of comfort. It was useless, however.

Her sobs were so loud now that they had traveled all the way through the corridor and into the twins' room, where Florence and George were staying. Walking slowly, but firmly, George's ex wife- current girlfriend- entered the bushy haired girl's room with a worried expression on her beautiful face.

-Now what did he do?- She asked, pressing her lips hard.

-Take a look at it yourself, Flor- Hermione said softly- I can't even talk about it- She said, shouting with pain. She dived into the pillow once again, where she felt safe, and started hitting it with all her strength.

Florence looked at her sister-in-law, as if asking, "What's bloody going on?"

-She's right, you know. You better see it yourself- Ginny stated.

The witch almost ran down the stairs in search of what could resemble a clue that could tell her best why Hermione was crying her eyes out in the middle of what it seemed like a beautiful end of winter afternoon.

But when she reached the Burrow's living room, she just understood why. A red haired, blue eyed, slim figured, tall young woman was noticeable enough for Florence to spot. Actually, everyone there was staring at her, even George.

-Fancy her?- Florence whispered into his ear.

-Nah- He answered- You're twice the woman she'll never be.

-Are you calling me fat?- She asked out loud, and with that, everybody turned their heads to where they were standing. That is, except for Audrey, who seemed bewitched by Ron.

-Ron, is it rude if I ask you to introduce me to your friend?- Florence asked politely.

-Oh, no, not at all. Audrey Smith, Florence Pugliare- Ron said.

-Pleasure- Florence said.

-Oh, my! Ron had spoken about you non spot, Miss Pugliare! I must say I've read all your books. They are fantastic!- She shouted.

-Er… well… thanks- Florence answered blushing, then, as if suddenly something had hit her right on the head, she remembered why she had come downstairs for in the first place- Ron, can I have a word with you, please?- She asked.

Ron nodded, and pushing her to the kitchen with him, he closed the door behind him. He knew for a fact that his sister-in-law wasn't exactly happy with him at the moment. He was sure that she had already talked to Hermione regarding the subject of a certain pen friend of his.

-Explain- The elder witch said. That calmed, pacific tone came as a shock to Ron, who was prepare to cast a silent spell for the rest of the family not to hear their conversation.

-Well, that girl over there…- he pointed towards Audrey, who was already gladly talking to Mrs. Weasley- is the girl I talked you about; the girl I've been writing to for so long- He explained

.

Florence knew Audrey, as Ron had talked about her quite a lot over the past years. She also knew that because of her letters, her best friends had broken up.

-So? Why is Hermione so shocked?- She asked.

-Well, we were kissing when a committee of people entered the room- He confessed.

-Oh…- Florence muttered.

-Exactly- He said

-So… how do you feel about all of this?- She asked the question Ron was most scared of.

-I don't know, Flor. Honestly… I have all this feeling inside… - He said but Florence interrupted him.

-Let's play a game, shall we?-She said. Ron raised an eyebrow, but nodded anyways- You have to come up with an idea that best summarizes the word I'll tell you, understood?- She asked. Ron nodded once more time.

-Red…-

-… hair.-

-Coffee…-

-… and a cream cake.-

-The boy who lived…-

-… my best friend.-

-Florence Pugliare…-

-…my big sister.-

-Green…-

-…tea.-

-Sex…-

-…pleasure.-

-The best sex you had ever had…?-

- …Hermione's room, 5th year.-

-The love of your life…?-

-…Hermione Granger, Auror.-

And then, as if suddenly, he had understood the purpose of the game entirely. He grinned. Now he knew. That kiss hadn't been their hormones talking, but love. True love; the only feeling Ron knew he had towards Hermione all along, but he was just too darn stupid to actually act on it.

-Ron, love can be nasty business - She said with a smile. -Sometimes you just can't chose who or what to love- She stated, looking melancholically through the window. -If you ask me, Hermione was your past, is your present and will be your future. You have only two paths to follow, Ron. You can chicken out of this whole thing, marry a woman you won't ever love, and live a mediocre life. Don't worry, most people do, anyway. Or you can be one of the few lucky bastards in the world that actually takes a risk and follows his heart. It's your choice- She said.

"Florence can be so deep sometimes. It's like getting an answer from a centaur"- He thought.

After a while, Florence spoke again, this time with a more firm tone of voice.

-You know perfectly well the way I feel towards the both of you, but you know as well as I do that fear prevents you from speaking what your heart desires- She finally said.

Something about that statement made Ron feel dizzy. She was right. He knew it. It was Hermione who he had loved all along, anyway. He had been weak, though…. He had never acted on those feelings. But the time had come, oh yes, and Ron was determinate to regain his love's heart.

He did not know how, though.

But someone at the Burrow did come up with an idea, and she was about to tell Hermione all about it. Because she was also determinate to fight for the one that had gotten away.

And no one- not even that Audrey something woman- was going to stop her.

That, in Hermione's world, meant war. And she knew about war, alright.

After all, she was an Auror and no red haired bimbo was going to take Ron away from her.