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What women what? A man that suits her fancy, of course… but what kind of man is that? A sweet, tender red head with good sex to offer… or a moody, bad tempered, greasy professor that offers great conversations as well as great sex? You decide.  

Chapter 35: The Fight, the Flirt, the Confession of the Hearts

The cup of tea had suited him well and he was now prepared for a good night sleep. Fred was now well aware of the situation between him and Florence, and George kept wondering why his carbon copy had stayed so quiet.

"I wonder where she is sleeping tonight"- He slowly asked to himself, when his thoughts travelled to the subject of Florence. He was not worried, not at all. The tea had calmed most of his nerves and even his walk seemed more relaxed. Soon enough he would be laying on his stomach and hugging his pillow tightly, he would fall asleep.

But he didn't get the chance to get to his room.

-What are you doing here at this time of night?- George asked Florence, who was running down the stairs that led to Ron's bedroom.

-I felt asleep on Ron's orange sofa- She explained shortly.

-Where are you sleeping?- He asked, not taking his eyes away from her.

-I don't know. The living room, I guess- She said, and then remembering that she had left her suitcase in his room, she added- but, may I leave my suitcase on your room?

-Certainly- He said, nodding frantically.

-Well, I guess I'll see you around- She said, looking straight into his eyes. They were face to face now, their mouths only inches apart. George kept stealing glances at Florence's lips, which she thought was quite interesting. She licked them with her tongue, obviously flirting with him. He cleared his throat; he cleared his thoughts. She could have such an effect on him.

-Yes, Florence, I'll see you around. Good night- He said, taking her right hand on his, and kissing her palm gently. She blushed.

"Two can play the game"- He thought while walking down the corridor that led to his room, leaving Florence very confused and very red in the face.

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Florence was sleeping peacefully on the sofa when a loud "pop!" interrupted her dreams. She opened one of her eyes slowly and searching around the room she found no one.

"I wonder…"- She said to herself while removing the blankets away from her body. She was wearing a cotton pajama; nothing too sexy, just cosy. She got to her feet, and walking gently towards the kitchen, where she had first heard the noise, she opened the door.

-Not you again!- She almost shouted. Why was she so disappointed? Why was she reacting that way? Wasn't George everything she wanted? Why was she such a bitch to him?

-Yes, my dear, me again… this is my house- He said putting the milk into the fridge once again. He was being a jerk as well. Why, though? If she was everything he needed? If she was her souls mate… Why was he acting with such manners?

-I thought you were someone else- She lied. She hadn't thought at all when walking into the kitchen.

-Sorry to disappoint you, dear. I am no Potion's Professor- He said roughly.

-That's right- She said bitterly.

An awkward silence followed that statement. Both of them were getting used to that silence lately.

-Have you read it?- He asked while sitting on the wooden table. Molly Weasley wouldn't have approved such behaviour, but as she was nowhere to be seen, Florence thought that she was safe if she wanted to do the same. And so she did. She sat on the kitchen table as well, next to George, and taking a piece of parchment from her pyjama's pocket she said:

-Yes, I have- Only silence followed that statement, then, breaking the ice, she added with a smile on her lips- I liked it a lot.

-You must have. You go to sleep with it- He joked. She wasn't laughing, but George could feel her staring intensely at him. He couldn't dare to look into her eyes. Not now.

-Yes, I do. But don't you sleep with my last letter under your pillow too?- She asked

-No- He answered shortly. Florence thought that her whole heart was breaking into little pieces, then he added- I keep it in the pocket of my pyjama- He said taking a little piece of parchment out of his left pocket. He smiled. She smiled too.

-I missed you- The both of them said at the very same time. They laughed at the coincidence, and then something extraordinary happened: George looked into Florence eyes, and reaching his hand to where her palm was, he caressed her fingertips as smoothly as he could manage to… as smoothly as he had promised.

Neither of them could think of something as wonderful as the other. How could they have been so blind? Love was in front of them and even though they were not kids any more, they felt as twelve year olds holding hands in the kitchen.

Slowly, even though their hearts were filled with anxiety, they leaned forwards to share a kiss, and when their lips met, the world around them started to blur. They completely forgot about the fact that they were sitting on a wooden table in a house that wasn't theirs. They completely forgot about everything, that is except the other.

They were kissing passionately, they were kissing as if it was the very last time… they were sharing a wonderful moment together. A moment, they for sure, would treasure forever.

George's hands travelled to Florence's waist, and Florence's hands travelled to George's jaw. They were touching each other in ways they hadn't done ever before, and they were enjoying it.

But just when Florence thought that she would become a virgin again for George's full pleasure, a very thin voice said:

-George Weasley, Florence Pugliare, get down of that table. Now. Where do you kids think you are? Tables are meant for eating, not for sitting- Molly Weasley said.

Thank God that it was dark because Molly Weasley wouldn't have liked the fact that the couple was snogging on a table meant for eating.

-Sure mum- George said- We'll take it upstairs.

And with an evil grin on his face, he took Florence's hand in his and with a loud "pop!", they were out of sight.