Thanks for your great reviews! Again…I must ask… why do you reckon George and Florence- in the end, not now… but in the end- should be together? I mean… only Dawniky told me Snape was Florence's soul mate…
I'll keep asking until I make a decision. In the end, I repeat, she must choose… and I don't have a clue.
Chapter 33: Going Home
Florence was packing all her clothes back into her suitcase with her wand. She was daydreaming about her godson's face. She was so happy for Hermione and Ron that she thought that no words could have described the feeling.
Her own owl, Hamilkar, entered the room with his wings wide open. She read the letter out loud to Hamilkar to hear- because apparently, George wasn't the only one speaking to birds-.
She took the quill resting over her ear and pointing with her wand towards a piece of parchment she shouted: ACCIO PARCHMENT! And she was ready to write her last letter at Bucharest.
Dear George,
Yes! So I've heard! Hermione and Ron are having twins! We are having a little baby godson to take care of, George. How cool is that? I want to see if the girl inherits her father's red hair because it would be just wonderful is she had both Hermione's curls and Ron's colour. Well… his colour is your colour, so…
…anyway! You know I can be a virgin again, don't you? You know there's a potion for that, don't you? You know that complicated potion was a gift from a friend of mine and that it's one of my most precious possessions, don't you? There is no need for you to be jealous, George, or is it now?
Sorry if my comments about our shared past hurt you. I didn't mean it that way; there's nothing for me to forgive now. As you said, what is done is done.
Neither of us knows if we are meant to be together for sure, but what I do know now, however, is that I love you and that it would be wonderful for that statement to be true. It would make me really happy.
Oh, George! Yes! I would love for you to make love to me! Actually, that's the only thing I've been able to think of lately. I would also adore for you to unbutton my blouse slowly while kissing my neck; I would adore making you scream with my lips, and my tongue and my whole being. And god! Of course I remember every single love making act we had, since our first one. Do you remember the way I used to dress up for you, George? Because I do remember the games we used to play; they were such sweet games. I miss them a lot.
But I guess you are right; we can only wish to be together because as much as I looked- and believe me, I looked a lot- I couldn't find you anywhere in the city.
I am in a rush, George…
…but I guess I'll be hearing from you soon,
Love,
Florence
She licked the envelope, and handing the letter to Hamilkar, she continued to pack her stuff. What Florence did not know, at the time, was that she wasn't going to hear from George. She was going to get so more, much more than just his voice.
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Morning breakfast arrived filled with letters. Both Ron and Hermione had asked for a licence at work and they were staying at the Burrow for as long as it would take the kids to come out. They had apartments of their own, of course, but now that they were an item and that they were going to have kids, living apart didn't seem a good idea to neither of them. They would search for a new place when the babies were born.
When different owls left 3 different letters at the Burrow's wooden table, Ron and Hermione looked at each other, only to discover that they shared the same feelings.
-Should we open them?- Hermione asked, taking Harry and Ginny's letter on her hands.
-Yes, ok… you open that one and I'll to open this ones- Ron said, taking both envelopes from the tables. Hermione nodded and proceeded to read the letter. Ron did the same with Florence's and George's.
-Harry and Ginny are happy; speechless, but happy for us- Hermione commented while inserting the piece of parchment inside the envelope again.
-Florence is thrilled; and so is George, though a little less enthusiastic about it than her- Ron said while reading both letters at the same time- But wait!- He shouted- They are coming! They are both coming!
-What?- Hermione asked utterly puzzled. -Weren't they supposed to take a break from one another?
-You heard correctly, my dear- Ron said folding the parchments- They are staying at the Burrow.
-Who is staying at the Burrow?- Fred asked, half asleep from the other end of the table. Hermione and Ron's whole conversation hadn't caught his attention until then.
-George and Florence- Ron answered.
-And Harry and Ginny are due to arrive soon- Hermione also said, while rubbing her plain stomach. The twins were only a few weeks old, but she felt like rubbing her tummy, anyway.
-But they won't crash here- Ron commented- they have a house of their own now.
-Oh, yes of course- Fred said. He couldn't help but smile. George was coming back- When is he coming?
-THEY- Ron said clearly pronouncing the word- are coming soon; they didn't specify a date in neither of their letters.
-Nor did Harry and Ginny- Hermione said under her breath- Should we start an album for the twins with these letters from their godparents?- Hermione suggested. This time Ron was the one with the big grin on his face.
-That sounds wonderful, dear- Ron whispered into her ear. She giggled and blushed. She was pregnant with his children, but she couldn't help it; she was still the same eleven year old girl with a crush on her best friend.
When Hermione put herself together and stopped laughing, the couple walked to the living room where a big white book was peacefully laying on the coffee table. In gold letters, it said: THE WEASLEY TWINS ALBUM- by mum and dad.
-That's the best present Florence has ever given us- Ron muttered. He was too overwhelmed to speak with his normal voice.
-She used that big exotic owl to send it, though…- Hermione said suspiciously.
-Yes… and it woke us up at 5:30. It arrived before her letter!- Ron said sarcastically, then making a pause he added- Where do you think she is?
-I don't know, but something tells me we'll find out soon- She said out look looking melancholically through the window.
And, indeed, they would find out about it soon. They would found out a lot more than that soon.
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George was all packed that night. He would apparate at the Burrow in just a few minutes; he would apparate at exactly 8:54 A.M. London time. The time difference would be the death of him for sure. But Japan had soon lost its excitement and George was growing bored of the technology surrounding him.
Hamilkar, Florence black owl, entered the room, and after leaving the letter on George's desk, he flew away, without looking back.
-What's the matter with that owl?- He asked out loud. Hamilkar used to stay until his answer was ready; now he would have to wait to reach the Burrow to send it.
He glanced at his watch.
"8:42"- He thought- "I've still got time to write her answer here."
So, taking a quill from his already packed suitcase and a piece of parchment as well, he wrote:
Dear Florence,
How is life treating you today? It's a little bit warmer here, though cold. I am thrilled about the idea of being a godfather; I'll spoil him very much. But I hope that neither of my nephews inherits the Weasley's mark. Though I have to reckon that this red hair may look appealing to the untrained eye, it's a mess to comb it in the mornings.
Who on earth gave you such a complicated potion, Florence? I can think of only a couple of people that have the "virginuis potionis" ingredients on their supply stores. Wait. Don't tell me. Was that potion a little gift from Snape? It sounds interesting, though.
Florence, I have nothing left to say but… that I wish I was by your side at the moment. I wish to, soon, be near you again. I miss you, though I don't know how I'll react the next time I'll see you. But then again, that might not be soon, so I shouldn't worry about that. Don't you agree? The one thing I can say is that I'll sleep with your letter under my pillow and that your last paragraph really turned me on. I'm made from flesh and bones, after all.
I must run; I have loads of things left to do, my love
Love,
George
He inserted the letter inside a black envelope, and closing is shut, he put in on his left pocket.
He grabbed his suitcase, and closing his eyes, he apparated at the Burrow.
What George did not know was that a certain short, curvy young writer with loads of curls in her hair, was doing exactly the same thing at exactly the same time and that soon enough they would touch again.
