So…well…this is chapter 26; send your good vibes for tomorrow because I reckon it might get nasty with my mathematics professor… enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 26: The Final Decision

 -Who is it going to be?- George asked. It was not a good time to shout and scream at a very crossed Florence.

-George, shut up!- Florence ordered, looking scarlet in the face- Even if I choose between you two, that's not the answer to the problem.

-For you it isn't- George muttered.

-Let her speak, Mr. Weasley- Snape said, looking calmer than his opponent.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, Florence spoke in her most trembling voice.

-George, I love you- She confessed with all the passion burning her soul- I love you and I will always love you. You asked me to choose, well… I choose you. You knew the answer already, didn't you? You knew it all along. However, George… as much as you are the man of my life, you know as well as I do that this isn't a good time for us to be together. You knew it before making love to me at my book presentation. Bloody hell! Even I knew it! But we cared a lot for the other; we thought we could make it work…- She finally said.

-We could, you know… I still think that- He said.

-Yeah…me too. But obviously, Snape's arrival messed things up a little- She confessed.

-What do you mean, Miss Pugliare?- Severus asked. He had been silence since the beginning of the conversation and the couple had forgotten all about the moody, greasy, Hogwarts Potion Master.

-I'm just saying that you made me realize how much of a crappy wife I am- She said coldly, still looking into George's eyes, as if making sure he was alright. God! How much she loved him! And how much he loved her! He had fought against their former teacher and he had been sweet to her ever since their arrival at the Burrow.

-You are not a crappy wife, love- George whispered, holding her hand tightly- If anything, I am a trashy husband.

-How can you say that, George? Can't you see you've been wonderful to me? Can't you see you make me happy? You make me smile- She confessed

-But, why him? I mean…why are you so bloody attracted to him?- He asked puzzled.

-Because I just am- She said firmly- I can control my hormones but I cannot, and I will not, control my thoughts.

-…so…that's it, then? Are you going to stay with him?- He asked, tears almost filling his eyes.

-No!- She shouted- I won't. But I can't be with you right now either- She finished.

-Why?- He asked.

-Because I need romance. I need something different; I need to miss you at night when I go to sleep. I need to daydream about you when writing my novels… I need to feel the burning desire of love 24/7… and even though I know you love me, we are transforming into an old couple…- She stated.

-And he is suppose to represent that in your life?- George inquired.

-He represents many things, George… he represents, for one thing, everything WE are missing as a couple because with him, everything is left to my imagination- She said weakly, walking away from George and also walking away from the room.

She did not look back when she heard both men calling her name. She did not want to look because if she did, she would surrender. And she wasn't used to surrender. Even if this time it meant more pain, and more tears.