Really enjoyed writing this chapter; it's one of my favourites. Again… Snape or George? Forget everything about this chapter and make an objective decision… Thanks for your great reviews… you're wonderful!

P.S: I think this story is doomed to end soon… I'm so sad about that, though. I've written till chapter 43, and I must confess that I'm blocked. I think I'll write the next chapter tomorrow; … I think I've made a decision about SS/FP/GW; you've got at least 10 more chapters to read, so… don't worry yet.

So... here it is: chapter 36…enjoy!

Chapter 36: My second first time

George had apparated to his room; the room he had once shared with Fred, the room he was now sharing with Florence.

They were still holding hands when she let him go.

'I have something I want to show you' she said, and taking her wand from inside her socks, she pointed towards the open door shouting: 'Accio Potion'

A very small, very dark, triangle shaped bottle flew across the corridor and into his room, landing smoothly on Florence's hand.

'Do you know what this little bottle contains?' She asked.

'No'. He answered, then thinking about it twice, he added: 'Is that "Sev's" gift from hell?'

'This,' she said in a very mysterious voice, 'is our passport to heaven, my dear'.

'You'll be a little virgin for me?' he asked, 'Would you let me teach you everything I know? Would you act innocent for me, Florence?' He asked in a very appealing voice which Florence though both sexy and scary.

'Would you enjoy that?' She asked, uncorking the bottle, 'I know you've always wanted to be my first'

'But I won't be your first, Florence,' He confessed, 'I'll be your last,' He said with a voice that freaked Florence out. Was he going to kill her? But George did something that surprised her. He transfigured the cork into a ring and placing it on her index finger he whispered, 'Let's ran away from everything, Flor. Let's tell them to fuck off… let's get married' He said.

'George Weasley' She declared in a very angry tone, 'That's the worst proposition I've ever heard,' she tried to look tough, she tried to look angry… but George's puppy eyes were making her work a lot more difficult, 'Yes, George… let's get away from here' She said, putting her arms around his neck and kissing the top of his nose sweetly, 'But first … let's have fun' She shouted, drinking the contents of the dark bottle.

The reaction the potion had on Florence's body was incredible. Her pores were expelling white light and her pyjamas had suddenly turned into a very sexy, very white, short dress. Her messy hair hadn't escaped from the transformation; her untidy curls had been neatly arranged into a bun.

'You look fantastic,' George said while grabbing her by the waist, 'You realize that I'll make love to you, won't you?' He asked in a manly voice. She shivered.

'Yes, George. But I am scared…' She shyly confessed, not daring to look at him in the eyes.

'Scared? Florence, this is just a silly game. We've had sex many times' He declared.

'I know… but I just can't remember, George… I can't remember how much it hurt' She said, at last, blushing like a tomato. George smiled, though weakly, 'I just think…' She started to say, but George interrupted her speech with a very passionate kiss. He then, proceeded to place his thumb on top of her lips whispering into her ear: ´Ssshhh, Florence… let me your second first lover'

She just couldn't move, she had lost her ability to do so. When she came to her senses, though, thirty seconds later, she opened her mouth and embracing George's finger with her tongue and lips, she made him moan with pleasure.

'Miss Pugliare,' George said, 'let me be the one pleasuring you, tonight… and then, I'll teach you to please me as well' He said with an evil grin on his face; a kind of grin Florence hadn't seen before in her life.

He lifted her up on his arms, kissing her forehead gently while placing her on his bed. He started kissing her neck, and her chest, and her stomach, and opening her legs apart, he licked her wetness as well, making her shout with satisfaction. She felt so relaxed, as if that had been the very first time they had had sex ever… she was more aware of his touch than ever before in her life and she liked the feeling quite a lot, actually.

He got rid of his own clothes, while Florence innocently caressed his naked chest. He had thought her how seconds before and the experience was, so far, the best he had ever had. He was in control of a very naïve little virgin, with beautiful big eyes… life couldn't have been sweeter.

He wanted so much to be inside of her, to feel her tightness… he had fantasized about this very moment for so long… he had never even thought it possible… but now everything seemed so real, so intensely real that he just needed to penetrate her.

When he finally did, he immediately came face to face with the barrier between him and ecstasy. He just needed to break that barrier, like Snape had done years ago. It was easy, but Florence was in pain. He knew it because of the look on her, now, red eyes filled with tears.

'It's ok,' She said in a very weak voice, 'Do it'

And so, very slowly and very gently he broke the little piece of skin that was her virginity. He felt elated and thrusting in and out they both soon came shouting each other's names with passion.

'That was incredible, George… that was the most amazing experience I had ever had. I am not only talking about sex… this was …' She stopped searching for a world that would suit perfectly, '…this was almost religious'

'It was, wasn't it?' He asked while kissing the very top of her head. But something was bothering him, he had the urge to ask her one question, and one question only, 'Was I better than Snape the first time he made love to you?'

'It was different, George,' She said, getting herself on top of him, 'different but incredibly wonderful'

And so they kissed again, and they made love again until night became day.

'We should leave, Flor,' George said while playing with his nose between her breasts. But just when he was about to list a couple of romantic destinations for them to secretly marry, a very black owl that looked a lot like Hamilkar, Florence's owl, entered the room.

'This isn't Hamilkar,' George said when he noticed the colour of the owl's eyes. They were black and small, not bright and big as Hamilkar's.

'It's Adalf,' Florence said shortly, taking the envelope from the bird's leg.

'And may I ask who Adalf is?' He asked with concern in his voice.

'Snape's owl' She said brusquely. He said nothing.

She took the piece of parchment from the envelope and reading the note, firstly to herself, she thought that George would like to hear the contents as well.

Dear Florence,

How are you? I hope you are fine. I am writing because the headmaster had asked me if you would want to give a lecture about wizarding literature, and how it affects the muggle world.

He says it would be interesting for the students here at Hogwarts as for yourself… you were a great tutor and the experience will suit you well.

That's what he says, anyway. I cannot seriously tell where people find the joy in teaching.

Answer as soon as possible. We will be glad to have you as a guest, Florence.

Regards,

Severus Snape.

'So...,' George finally said after a couple of minutes of silence, 'Why is he always in the middle?'

'I don't know. I never said I was going anyway' She confessed, leaving Snape's note on George's night table.

'You must' He shortly said, 'it's a great opportunity for you; I know how you love to teach'

'Yes. But I love you more' She confessed.

'I love you too, sweetheart' He said, taking her jaw on his hands, 'Let's go to the castle together. We'll ask Dumbledore to marry us on Easter Break'

'THAT'S PERFECT!' She shouted with joy, putting her arms, once again, around his neck, 'I'll answer back telling them I'll be bringing you with me'

'I'll be downstairs' He said. But George was really worried about Snape at the moment.

If they could make it till Easter Break, the surprise wedding would take Snape by surprise. And George would love to see his face when inserting a beautiful ring on Florence's finger; he would love to see him suffer. What can I say? George Weasley is a man who's keen on revenge…

…and he was about to bring his only enemy down. Life couldn't have been sweater.