Ok…I'm sleepy and cranky at the moment due to the fact that I started school today; so… I'm going to bed right away. Thanks for your awesome reviews… and please… send good vibes; I have a maths test tomorrow (Yes…I know; we just started school today and tomorrow I have an exam already. Please say it with me: NORMA IS A BITCH)
Hope you enjoy this chapter…. So… here it is… chapter 38.
Chapter 38: Everything's fair in Love and War?
Ronald Weasley was fixing four cups of steamy ginger tea, a present from Fred who liked to explore new "stuff". He couldn't help feeling happy and a little bit scared. In less than two weeks, things had changed a lot really fast.
He was going to be the father of the babies the woman of his life was carrying, and he had bought a house in Hogsmeade far away from his single life in London.
Florence and George had worked things out and they looked happier than ever, but that surprised neither Hermione nor Ron. Florence and George had always been happy when around each other arms.
'Here you are, love,' Ron said with a wide smile on his face. Hermione was touching her stomach while grinning madly, 'And Flor,' He handed the cup to his sister-in-law, 'and George, my favourite brother,' He confessed, while leaving the twin's cup on a table near by.
'Thanks Ron,' They all said at the same time, while having a sip of the infusion Ron had just prepared.
'It was nothing, really,' He said, then added, 'Florence, are you sure you're ready to face Snape?'
Florence placed the cup beside George's, and taking his hand in hers, she said, 'I am not worried about Snape, Ron. What has to come will come, and we'll have to face it when it does,' She said wisely.
'Aren't you worried?,' Hermione directed her question to George this time.
'Ask me no questions and I will tell you no lies,' He answered. Florence goggled at him.
'What does that suppose to mean?' She asked George, looking quite mad.
'Nothing, dear, nothing,' George said, regretting his last statement. He especially regretted it after hearing Florence's reaction.
'Yes, sure,' She said crossing her arms across her chest. Why did he have to say that for? Why didn't he trust her? Weren't things settle now between the two of them? 'We better go, 'Mione,' Florence added standing up from the cosy armchair she had been sitting on for nearly an hour.
'So soon?' Ron asked, with a sad _expression on his face
'Yes, Ron…I'm afraid we can't stay longer,' She said coldly. She didn't want to treat Ron that way, but she was too angry at the moment. She'll apologize later, when George couldn't see her.
'That's ok,' Ron said sadly, then walking to where George was, he whispered into his ear, 'Good luck, mate. She's really angry,'
'I know,' He said shortly, trying to keep up with Florence's speed. She was now waiting for him at the entrance door.
'Goodbye, 'Mione. Please, take care. I'll try to visit you as much as I can. Please, don't hesitate to send an owl if you need us in any way,' Florence said. Hermione nodded and proceeded to hug her friend tightly.
'Beware, Florence. Snape has feelings for you… strong feelings and knowing him, he'll try to win you back,' Hermione warned her best friend in the lowest of voices.
'Thanks, 'Mione,' Florence said, 'I'll promise to be careful,'
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The castle was cold, even though it was spring. Soon the term would come to an end and Professor Severus Snape would be free to do what he wanted the most: run away from students.
He hated to teach; he hated to waste his life with students with no ambitions whatsoever. During his whole career, only one particular Gryffindor student had bewitched his mind. That woman was Florence Pugliare, of course.
And she was doomed to arrive soon. And he couldn't be more excited about it, eventhough he knew she would bring a very annoying ex husband along with her.
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You can't apparate at Hogwarts. It says so in "Hogwarts: a History", so Florence and George were walking their way to the castle.
'Flor, are you mad at me?' George asked. Florence did not answer. George was several steps behind her and he couldn't keep up with her speed, 'Flor, are you mad at me?' He once again asked.
'No, George, why would you think that?' She asked sarcastically.
'…Florence, Listen, listen to me,' He said catching her left arm with his hand. Their faces were only inches apart now. 'Listen to me, Florence. I'm sorry,' He truly apologized.
'I have nothing to forgive. You are quite right, George. You cannot trust me, and maybe that's my fault,' She confessed, looking at him straight in the eyes.
'No, Flor… it's not your fault,' He said, caressing her curls gently. She was so beautiful; he wanted so much to be happy with her. He wanted so much to stop arguing.
'Kiss me, George,' She begged, closing her eyes and pressing her chest on his, 'Kiss me and promise you will take care of me when Severus is near,'
'I promise, love. I'll do anything to protect you, I'll do anything to keep you,' He said, taking her jaw in his hands. She closed her eyes, once again, and leaning forward, he kissed her.
'Thanks, George…I'm just scared. I really love you, and I'm afraid that your lack of trust will end up helping Snape achieve his goal,'
'And that goal is…?' He asked, knowing the answer perfectly well.
'Me,' She answered shortly, hugging him tighter, 'Please… let's just behave like teenagers again. Lets have fun without caring about the consequences of our actions, George. Remember when we skipped lessons to have sex in odd places?' She asked him with a smile on her face. George found himself smiling back. He remembered those times alright.
'Ok, Flor… let's release the madness,' He shouted at the top of his lungs, lifting Florence up from the ground. He placed her on his back and spanking her in the ass, he carried her to the castle where everything had started.
'You've gone mad,' She screamed with the biggest of grins on her face, 'And I quite like it,'
'Yes?' George asked smirking, 'This is just the beginning,' He confessed spanking her once more. This time she moaned, making George blush. She was, pretty much, the only woman who could make him blush with dirty moans.
George was feeling incredibly happy and more alive than ever. He was having fun; he was actually having fun. Maybe, and just maybe, he had missed the old George a lot more he was ready to acknowledge. Now that "the madness" had been released, Florence was looking forward to a weekend filled of pleasure.
That is, if they could manage to avoid Severus Snape, who was anxiously waiting for their arrival.
