Well…so…here it is…chapter 20.
Interesting things are ahead… I think I'll make this fic till chapter 40; do you reckon that's enough?
So…well… enjoy…and thanks for your good vibes! Send more!
Chapter 20: There Was No Need for Magic
She could not speed down time, nor could he. Their hearts were bumping hardly and he was wondering how things were going to turn out.
Audrey's snores downstairs seemed to be shaking the floor, even though the possibilities of that happening were weak. Not because Audrey's snores were calm but because Ron's presence was just enough for Hermione's world to tremble.
She was so mad at him; oh, yes she was! But then again, the love burning her entire soul was big and powerful enough to prevent her from tearing his clothes apart and nailing into his skin completely. She did not want to hurt him, but she deserved to be angry. She at least deserved the possibility of being annoyed because things weren't quite going as planned.
-So…- Ron said as an ice breaker- nice pajamas.
She was wearing a very pink, flowery pajama that her mother had purchased for her as a Christmas present.
-Glad you liked them- She said softly, but bitterly, not daring to take her eyes away from room 542 which- in her opinion- seemed a little over lighted. After a minute or so of silence, she added- How are things between you and Audrey? Is she enjoying her stay here at the Burrow? I guess your mother is thrilled to actually meet one of your girlfriends.
-Firstly, she is not my girlfriend. Secondly, yes, my mother does seem happy. And thirdly, what difference does it makes to you, anyway?- He asked, quite puzzled.
-None at all- She answered sulkily
-Maybe I should just go; I'll return later- He said almost in a whisper.
A flame of fury was irritating Hermione's throat. She wanted to say something; to send him to hell is necessary… she just couldn't stand there- stiff and still- letting him play victim. He was no victim.
-Don't you dare cross that door, Ronald Weasley… am I not the one to blame! We just can't communicate anymore!- She shouted in rage.
-Whose fault is it then, Hermione? Are you suggesting that maybe I am the problem?- He asked furiously.
-HOW THICK CAN YOU BE?- She yelled violently. Hermione was not an aggressive person, but all the anger running through her veins was too much for her to handle. So she threw herself at him with her fits close in order to hit him harder. Unfortunately, the bed was on her way and even though she landed on it comfortably, she twisted her ankle quite badly when falling.
She moaned in pain, and just then Ron realized she was in agony. He took her foot in his hands and rubbing her ankle tenderly, he said:
-Hermione, look at your ankle. It's all swelled…- he whispered gently. Hermione closed her eyes, enjoying the massage a little too much. Her face was filled with pleasure, and Ron loved to drive her to the edge.
He began to rub her legs quite fondly, getting pleasure from her every moan, and when he
finally reached her tights, he squeezed them a little bit and then waited for her to react to his caress.
And she did alright. Taking his jaw on her palms, their lips met for the very first time since their little encounter at the kitchen table. They deepened the kiss, and when Ron was about to slip a hand under her night trousers, a very ear-splitting noise interrupted his every thought. The bedroom door was ajar, so they could see exactly what was happening outside.
A very angry looking George was facing a very crossed Snape, wands in hand. They seemed angry for a reason and Ron and Hermione did not need to ask: Florence had something to do with it all.
-How dare you shag my ex wife in my own house?- George said between his teeth.
-Don't be ridiculous, Mr. Weasley. I couldn't have shagged your wife!- Snape shouted; his once sallow face was now red with anger.
-Where is she then?- George asked, looking furious.
-Ask someone who cares!- Snape yelled – Because I don't, personally, give a darn about that little mudblood-
-What did you call her?- George said in a threatening tone.
-MUD-BLOOD- Snape spoke his last words in a very slow voice, as if George wasn't clever enough to understand him.
Even though Snape had not meant his last statement, George ignored that fact entirely, and pointing his wand straight at Snape, he shouted: "Serpentario". And 1,2,3 a big, black snake was covering his body from head to toe.
A very nasty laugh invaded the room, though. It was Snape's laugh.
-Do you really believe you can inflict any damage on me while using these little tricks? – He asked, and with a slight movement of his own wand, the serpent was gone- My advice, Mr Weasley: Try not to be such a pain in the ass. I am not here to do anything with Florence; I am here to assist to your sister's wedding, in case you've forgotten- He finished in his dark sense of humour.
-Ron- whispered Hermione later that night when The Burrow seemed quieter- what happened to Florence? Where is she?
-Dunno- Ron answered from his bed. In spite of their kiss- which had been short due to the previous interruptions- they weren't sharing the same bed.
What they did not know was that Florence was indeed in room 542- she was locked in room 542 to be more specific…
…and have I mentioned that Florence is claustrophobic?
