…oh…so here we are. Well…NEWS! I haven't yet decided what will happen with Florence/George/Snape but I think I've come up with a couple of twists for this story… but you won't read them till chapter 43 so… you'll have to wait! (Though I'm not sure you'll like it)

About Hermione and Ron…I've also come up with a couple of twists… but…she WILL have the twins. That's a fact.

Keep leaving great reviews as always and… peace.  

Chapter 34: They Used to be Great Together

-Ouch- He said

-Ouch- She shouted.

Their heads had touched roughly when apparating at the Burrow; they were now rubbing the place of impact, even though it wasn't hurting that badly right now. Their hearts, however, were aching with pain. Who would have thought that actually meeting each other again could cause so much pain?

Florence put her left hand on her chest; her heart was pumping hard.

"It's going to explode"- She thought while looking straight into George's eyes. Those deep blue eyes… those incredibly beautiful deep blue eyes. She loved those eyes so much; she loved them more than anything in the world, actually, and she couldn't think of a pair of eyes she would like more.

-Hi- He said slowly, looking at his shoes like a twelve year old.

-Good morning- She muttered while caressing the carpet with her left foot.

An awkward silence followed those statements. There was nothing there to say; they had spoken so much about each other during the past week that facing the other was a weird thing to do. In fact, it was one of the weirdest experiences Florence had ever had. Meeting her ex husband, a man she had desired since the very first second of her trip, was not only strange and bizarre, but uncomfortable.

-I wrote this- George whispered, pulling a letter out of his left pocket- for you. It's your answer.

-Thanks- She managed to say before opening the envelope.

-Don't read it now; I don't want to be near when you read this letter. I thought I would find Pig here and he would reach you in Japan…- He said, almost not noticing the fact that he had spoken too much.

-You were in Japan?- She asked flabbergasted.

-Yes, weren't you?- He asked as surprised as she.

-No!- She shouted- I was in Bucharest!

An awkward silence followed those statements. They had looked in vane for a face similar to the ones they loved so much. They had been so far away… no wonder they couldn't touch the others fingertips. One, two, three minutes passed and no words seemed to come out of either of their mouths.

-I'll need to get upstairs…to say hello to Ron and Hermione- She slowly said, squeezing the letter as much as she could, as if doing so would be the same than hugging George.

-Of course- He said- Tell them I'll come around their room as soon as possible.

She nodded and not looking away, she stepped into the living room and through the stairs where she found herself again in the same room she had shared with George only a week ago. It seemed impossible that only a week had passed; so much had happened… she had only felt intense feelings and lived intense sensations since the day of her departure.

She got out of her room again, and running through the stairs like a mad woman, she knocked on Ron's door.

-Who's there?- Hermione asked with a sleepy voice.

-It's me!- Florence shouted. She wasn't able, at the moment, to say more than that. She felt so incredible excited; she was going to see Hermione pregnant for the very first time.

-FLORENCE!- She heard Ron shouting from behind the closed door. He had obviously stepped on something because he was moaning with pain.

-What's the matter?- She found herself asking.

-He's alright- Hermione said; her voice stronger. She was obviously awake now and nearer to the door. She would turn the door knob any minute now.

And so, twenty seven seconds later, she did.

-HERMIONE!- Florence shouted, hugging her as tightly as possible, tears running down her face.

-What's the matter?- Hermione asked, grabbing her jaw in her hands, once they had broken apart. She hugged her again.

-Nothing- She said- I'm just…I don't know… I feel so…happy for you kids…- She said between sobs. The volume of her sobs only increased when spotting Ron behind her best friend. She managed to hug them both; one in each arm.

-Florence, I can't breath- Ron said, obviously chocking.

-Sorry- Florence whispered, blushing like a tomato. She released both Ron and Hermione and the couple was now free to ask her the only question they had on their minds.

-WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?- They inquired at unison.

-Well…I told you I was coming, didn't I?- She asked with a big grin on her face- I came to see my little godson and my little baby girl- She talked to Hermione's stomach with a sweet voice.

-You didn't specify I date… George is coming as well, did you know?- Ron asked concerned. Florence grinned.

-No. But I do know… he is downstairs- She said softly.

-He is downstairs???!- The couple asked together.

-Yes- She simple replied.

Ron and Hermione looked as happy as they could be. They had been usually bored during the last week, with few Weasley's around. Now Florence and George, one of the couple's closest friends, were back. And they were back at the same time; things were going to get interesting.

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-Stupid!- George shouted clapping his hands- How could I've been so stupid?

He felt terrible with himself; he hadn't said a word. After writing so much, after promising so many wonderful things, he had stayed in his place, not knowing exactly what to do or what to say.

-How many years do I have?- He asked to himself once again.

-Talking to yourself now? –A voice asked from behind. For a moment, George had thought that the voice belonged to Florence. But that was not possible; she had a sweeter voice, a more beautiful voice- FRED!- He shouted, turning back to catch a glimpse of his own reflection.

-Had a good time in Japan?- Fred asked hugging his twin firmly.

-Yes- George said. He sighed then.

-What happened?- Fred asked, looking just as worried as Ron had been with Florence.

-A lot- George simply said- let me tell you all about it while having a cup of tea. I haven't had a decent cup of tea in a week…and I am craving for one.

-Done- Fred said- Let's go to the kitchen.

The twins started walking towards the kitchen, totally forgetting about the rest of the family staying at the Burrow.

But George hadn't analysed the prospect of a night near Florence's body and after all the promises both of them had made on their letters… would they live to fulfil them?