Ok…here you are. Chapter 32; thanks for answering most of my questions.
Another one; do you reckon George's is Florence soul mate? Or Snape? …because… I'm having second thoughts… Snape does seem Florence's type and furthermore they share the same thoughts and ideas… I don't know. You tell me.
See you soon…and…enjoy chapter 32.
Chapter 32: Owl Post
Severus Snape was having a mint tea in his own chambers when an owl, a very black owl with green eyes entered the room. The creature had green eyes and he immediately recognized it as Hamilkar- Florence's owl.
Dear Severus,
A friend of mine had recently asked me about you and that made me think about a bad tempered professor who was once my lover. How are you Severus? Fine?
I am far away from Hogwarts and far away from your dungeons, but I am ok. You did not say goodbye when you left, so let me do it now, my dear professor.
Maybe it'll be some time before we met again, but I am sure we will, and when the time comes… I'll make sure we talk. I'll make sure we have a real conversation. The one conversation we never had, Severus. You know what I am talking about.
So, goodbye or see you later, professor. Let it be; remember to breathe.
With love,
Florence
He inserted the piece of parchment into the envelope once again and opening his personal drawer he buried the letter in the very end of it.
"As you wish"- He thought, while writing an answer.
Dear Florence,
I am perfectly fine, thank you very much. But I wonder now, who is that friend of yours and from where does he know me?
We will talk, Florence. Make no mistake; we will have a real conversation about the topic
in question.
I was refreshing to hear from you, Miss Pugliare.
Until next time,
Severus Snape
Little did Severus know, Florence wasn't planning on answering back.
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Hermione was happy, very happy. Ron was happy, very happy. They needed to tell the entire family, but as their closest friends were abroad, Ron and Hermione decided to write to them all, telling them the good news.
Dear Florence,
Its been a while since we last talk, but let me tell you that Hermione's stomach ache was much more than that.
Ok. Before we continue, we beg you to sit down.
We went to the mediwitch yesterday afternoon and we discovered that… well… that Hermione is pregnant.
Breathe, Florence, breathe and please don't cry. We are having twins- a boy and a girl- and that's good news.
How are you? …or should we ask…WHERE IN THE NAME OF MERLIN ARE YOU?
We look forward to hearing from you, and by we, we mean the four of us. Your godson is quite looking forward to being named on your next book. Nag, nag, wink, wink.
Love,
Ron, Hermione, and the twins
Dear George,
How are you, dear brother? We have some news, George, and we thought you'll like to know that in 9 months Hermione is giving birth to our twins- one boy and one girl-. We were wondering if you'd like to be the boy's godfather as Florence will be his godmother.
Where are you, George? Because we've lost Florence too… and neither you nor her are here at the Burrow celebrating with us.
See you soon,
Ron, Hermione, and the twins
Ron sent Herms with Florence's letter and Pig did the job for George.
Harry and Ginny were the only ones left to know, as the rest of the family was already informed, thanks to Molly Weasley and her big mouth.
Dear Harry and Ginny,
We really hope you are having fun on your honeymoon. We have news, though.
We'll be able to see Hermione fat, as she is carrying my babies and is of common knowledge that pregnant woman gain a few pounds over the 9 months. I love her now and I will love her then, though she'll be too heavy to carry.
Yes, yes. She is pregnant and we are having twins. Florence and George will be the boy's godparents, would you like to be the girl's? We'll be so happy if you say yes.
Hope to hear from you soon,
Love,
Ron, Hermione, and the twins.
-Lets wait for Pig to arrive from George's trip, ok?- Ron suggested. Hermione nodded -Have I told you how happy you make me?- He asked with a smile.
Hermione smiled back. Life was sweet. Oh yes. Life was sweet.
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Meanwhile, Florence owl came with two letters; Severus's and George's. Herms, The Weasley's owl entered the room seconds after Hamilkar, and leaving another letter on the night table, he flew away once again. Florence wondered why the owl wasn't as tired as usual. But as soon as she glanced the other letter she decided that she would read Ron's afterwards.
She opened Severus first and scanning it carefully, she closed the envelope and buried her first lover's letter in the very end of her personal drawer, just as he had done with hers. She wasn't intending on answering it, though.
George's, however, was much interesting.
She looked though her room, like she had done the previous four times, and rubbing her temples with her index fingers, she wrote:
Dear George
How are you? I do hope you are fine, my dear. I received a letter from Ron today, but I haven't read it yet. I thought you should know. Have you received one too?
Yes, George. I heard from Snape. But you won't see me with him, so don't worry. If we do meet, he won't be near me. I know you've always felt self conscious about my relationship with Snape; I guess that it's partly my fault. He was the first man I ever loved, but trust me when I say you'll be the last. And the greatest.
I do agree on something that you said though: Someone's always on the way. But let me add one more thing: It hasn't always been my fault. I had never cheated on you, George… I'm a simple, Italian girl… I couldn't have done it.
Moving on is a part of life, George? Then…why are we always recycling our relationship?
Maybe we should just accept the fact that we are meant to be together and that fighting it will only delay it. I must agree that the separation was my idea, but life without it seems pointless…I mean, even when we weren't having "an affair", I knew you where there. You were always there, and now I keep touching red heads shoulders, HOPING, PRAYING, that they are you. But they never are… and sometimes, I must admit, I cry tears of frustration.
I remember our last time because it was mine too; I am in need of you, George, in ways I have never thought possible. You have no idea.
I'm off to read Ron's letter...
…Regards, my dove.
Florence.
She then sent George's letter with Hamilkar, and proceeded to open Ron's.
-OH, MY GOD- She shouted with joy- HERMIONE PREGNANT? OH, MY GOD!- she once again shouted. She continued reading the letter, until the signature: "Ron, Hermione, and the twins"- I'm going to be a godmother!- She said out loud. She couldn't believe it. She was utterly shocked about the news, but extremely happy.
Ron and Hermione deserved an answer, and they deserved it quickly. She wrote everything in capital letters, because her mind was too busy processing the idea of a pregnant Hermione.
DEAR GUYS,
OH, MY GOD! OH, MY GOD! OH, MY GOD! …YOU ARE HAVING TWINS? OH, MY GOD!
YES, YES, OF COURSE I'LL BE "MY" BABY BOY'S GODMOTHER! I'LL DEDICATE MY FOLLOWING TEN BOOKS TO THAT LITTLE ANGEL AND HIS SISTER!
I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE IT, BUT JUST LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART: CONGRATULATIONS!
WHAT NEXT, 'MIONE? THE MOON? MARRIAGE?
LOVE YOU GUYS WITH ALL MY SOUL!
I'LL TRAVEL BACK TO LONDON IN A FEW DAYS NOW THAT I KNOW THE NEWS… I JUST WANT TO HELP AS MUCH AS I CAN!
LOVE,
FLORENCE
And running downstairs to borrow a Hungarian owl from the local inn, she sent Ron, Hermione and the twins her letter, with tears of joy in both her eyes.
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George had taken his morning shower, when two owls arrived. One of them was of Ron's property, and the other belonged to his ex wife.
He opened his brother's letter before, and reading it quickly he sat on his bed.
-Hermione's pregnant, Hamilkar- He whispered to Florence's owl, because Pig was flying around the room.
The bird made a loud noise and nodded.
-We should right to our new godson, then- He told the bird. He was talking to a bird.
Dear Ron, Hermione, and twins,
Congratulations! I am very happy for you, and my answer to your question is yes. It is an honour to be the baby's godfather.
I can't write much because this news came as a shock. One thing I can tell you, though. I will return to London in a few days now that Weasley Wizard Wheezes's Japanese brunch is settled.
So…see you in a while.
Love,
George
He gave the letter to Pig, and as soon as the eccentric owl had the envelope on his beak, he flew away.
-Lets answer Florence's letter now- He said to the little black owl resting on his forearm. He bird once again, nodded happily.
He read Florence's letter carefully and couldn't help smiling when reading: I am in need of you, George, in ways I have never thought possible. That was the purpose of the whole thing, wasn't it? To feel the urge to be together…and George had the urge alright.
After thinking on a decent answer to his love's letter, he wrote:
Dear Florence,
I am fine, thank you very much. I think you are fine too, as you probably know the good news. Hermione and Ron are having twins. How great is that? We are the boy's godparents, I assume.
I am not self conscious about Snape, how can you say that? I can't help feeling a little bit jealous of him, though. I would have loved to be your first. How do you know I am your last? How do you know I am the greatest?
Florence, love, please… lets avoid discussing my past actions regarding other women. I was young and stupid and I liked alcohol a lot. I beg for your forgiveness, Florence…but what is done is done. I can't go back.
If moving on is a part of life, then I don't know why we are recycling our relationship. Maybe you are right: maybe we are destined to be together forever, like in fairy tales. But if truth be told, neither of us knows that.
Have you been touching other men's shoulders? I like knowing that you miss me enough to actually touch strangers (that was a sarcastic remark). But I DON'T like knowing that you cry, Florence. Please, never cry.
Do you feel like making love with me right now, Flor? Are you in need of me, Flor? Because I would love to throw you to your bed and play little games with you; do you remember the games we used to play? Weren't they filled with lust? Weren't they filled with desire? I would love to lose my mind between your legs... I will love to play with my nose on your breasts…but Florence, life isn't all about wishing. And for now, that's all we have.
I hope to hear from you soon, Florence…
Love,
George.
He inserted the letter into a red envelope that resembled a howler and giving Hamilkar a cookie, he opened his room window.
He didn't tell her he was travelling back to London. Why?
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Ginny and Harry were enjoying a perfect afternoon near the beach when Pig arrived. He looked tired; he had been to two different countries in less than 48 hours. The poor little bird suffered from stress, believe it or not.
-Why is Ron writing?- Harry asked, while Ginny opened the letter. She was wearing a pink bikini that looked incredible on her.
-I don't know, love… but we'll soon find out- She said with an evil grin on her face, while kissing him on the cheek.
-Read it out loud- He whispered into her ear. She shivered. She loved it when he did that.
She cleared her throat and started reading.
Dear Harry and Ginny,
We really hope you are having fun in your honeymoon. We have news, though.
We'll be able to see Hermione fat, as she is carrying my babies and is of common knowledge that pregnant woman gain a few pounds over the 9 months.
Ginny stopped reading only to look at Harry's face. She discovered, to her pleasure, that he was just as shocked as she was.
-Hermione pregnant?- He asked.
-Yeap… but, wait…its more- She said, and clearing her throat once again she read:
Yes, yes. She is pregnant and we are having twins. Florence and George will be the boy's godparents, would you like to be the girl's? We'll be so happy if you say yes.
Hope to hear from you soon,
Love,
Ron, Hermione, and the twins.
-That's good news- Harry said, too shocked to express any kind of physical reaction.
-Yes- Ginny said in the same happy tone.
-Do you think we should write back?- Harry asked.
-Yes, we should- She said.
They returned to their room and looking frantically for the elements they needed to write, they answered.
Dears,
Wow. We are too shock to express our happiness right now, but believe us…we are truly amazed… and happy as ever.
Yes, we would love to be the godparents of that little girl. We are guessing Florence and George will be the boys, right?
We will write soon, once we can describe our feelings properly. Congratulations, Ron! Congratulations, Hermione! We couldn't be happier for you. You deserved the best, and what we think is best is whatever makes you happy.
See you soon,
Harry and Ginny
They handed their answer to Pig, and as soon as he finished eating his cookie, he flew away, disappearing from sight.
