Well… my friends… here it is: chapter 41. Can I ask for you not to panic and trust me with the whole FP/GW/SS thingy…? I promise you will not be disappointed.
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Enjoy…
Chapter 41: A Day at Hogwarts- Part II.
'Honey,' George said when entering the chambers he shared with Florence. 'Hermione's in the library…do you want to see her?' He asked, before realizing Florence was fast asleep. 'Sleep tight, my love, because I'm planning to keep you awake all night long.' He whispered into her ear, but she said nothing. She didn't even move; she just stayed there like hypnotized by something on her dreams.
He left a note on her night table that said:
I picked Hermione up and we are now in the library picking names for the twins. If you wake up before seven you are welcome to join us. Any time after that is too late because you'll need time to dress up for our night.
A million kisses on your neck,
George
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'George, do you reckon Ron might like the name "Eric"?' Hermione asked, while running through the pages of "Famous names for famous babies" by Amanda Crinkliest.
'I don't know, Hermione… I don't personally like the way "ERIC WEASLEY" sounds, but it's your choice,' He said. 'Someday I'll be a father, and then I'll get to choose the names.'
'And you'll be a bloody good one,' She said enthusiastically.
'I'm quite looking forward to get Florence pregnant, but she isn't as eager as I am about children,' He confessed; Hermione said nothing. She just patted him on the back and continued to look for a name that would suit her twins perfectly.
'Kevin?' She asked hopefully.
'Yes, I like Kevin,' He said with a smile, while reading "Beautiful names for beautiful babies". 'What do you think about Jacqueline?' He suggested.
'Yes, dear brother… I think Jacqueline is a beautiful name,' Ronald Weasley, Auror of the hour, said from the doorframe.
'Glad you like it,' George said shortly, getting up from his seat.
'Where are you going?' Ron and Hermione both asked at the same time.
'I'm off to tell the woman of my life how much she means to me now that my work here it done,' He sincerely explained, and without waving his hand goodbye, he was gone, leaving both Ron and Hermione speechless.
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Florence woke up sweaty for the 3rd time in less than 24 hours. Snape was getting too deep into her skin, or should I say too deep into her skull? Because Snape was invading her dreams, he was indeed, transporting her into his own world, a world only she had yet seen.
She remained silent for quite a while until she noticed the little note laying on her night table- George's note. She smiled to herself. He was a gentleman, not like Snape.
But wait! Snape had always been more of a gentleman to her than any other man alive. It was highly unfair for her to think something like that. After all, she had chosen him to be her first lover for that same reason.
'Oh, you woke up!' George said, closing the door behind him, 'How wonderful! Please, my love, dress quickly. We have reservations in Hogsmeade in less than an hour,' He said rapidly, unbuttoning his own robes.
'May I ask what we are celebrating?' She asked rubbing her temples with her index fingers, 'because I don't feel like going out.'
'But we must,' he simple said. 'We must, not because there is something in particular to celebrate. but because being together is always a motive to rejoice ourselves.'
Florence smiled. He was avoiding her question.
'Since when have you become such a gentleman, Mr. Darcy?' She asked mocking him.
'You usually have that effect on men,' He said, while buttoning his dress robes. This was going to be a fancy evening indeed, and a very eventful one, I should add.
'I do?' She asked, while searching through her wardrobe for a outfit of her fancy.
'Certainly, Miss Pugliare,' He said with a smirk on his face. 'Have you failed to notice that once in love with you, forever in love with you?'
'I seriously doubt that, and please… stop calling me "Miss Pugliare", I find it disturbing,' She confessed, while taking a very purple dress robe out from her closet.
'Good choice,' He only said, then walking to where she was, he started unbuttoning her Snape-ish robes from the very beginning to the very end, and then, putting a hand inside them, he slowly caressed her breast. She dropped her head back to place it on his shoulder while he rubbed her nipples fondly, 'You should get dressed, Flor,' He whispered into her ear without stopping his movements.
'If you stop now I'll hex you,' She threat between moans. But there was no need for intimidations, because George Weasley did not intend to stop. Not now. Not ever.
'These robes really turn me on,' He said, while placing kisses in her neck. She was still not facing him, so he was still playing with her breasts…
'Wouldn't it be nice,' she started to say, 'to make love in this position?'
'Oh, Florence…,' He almost screamed, while lifting her skirt up; he had lifted the hem of his robes as well, so that he could penetrate her.
And so he did. He started thrusting in and out of her, in that same position until she came for the first time. But he was not done, so he continue to thrust until the moans became so loud and strong, and so filled with passion and lust, that they could have been easily heard in the Astronomy Tower.
He finally climax inside of her, shouting obscene words that made her feel both aroused and blushed.
'Oh, George…,' She said, while throwing herself to the bed, 'that was marvellous.'
'Yes,' He said briefly, gasping for air. 'It was a truly incredible experience, but we must get ready now.'
'If we are going to have such great sex before having dinner at Hogsmeade, then let's eat there everyday,' She suggested giggling. He laughed at this little remark while brushing his untidy red hair back.
When they were ready, they walked out of the castle and onto the grounds to apparate in Hogsmeade.
