Author's note: I must say i am excitied about this one. I started it like a year ago before deathly hallows came out and basically this a little fun one about what i think should of happend in the 7th book. I believe its a little more realistic considering the characters age, hormorns raging and all, so heres what i believe to be a fun story with a little sexual humor, plus its got the whole Harry Potter theme intact as well. If you are not a fan of dirty minds, i have one and this story definatly reflexs that, so i suggest you read something else. Its not horribly X-rated or anything like that but w/e. I am definatly rambling on so on with chapter 1...

oh and p.s. i do not own any of the characters or anything harry potter related...

Chapter one: For old time's sake

Harry woke up with a start. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, as reached over to the night stand to put on his glasses. It had been three months since that night, but the memory remand in his brain. And on nights like this, it would replay horribly, over and over again as he slept.

As Harry looked around the room his eyes focused on the truck leading against the side of his bed. Instantly he remembered that today was the day that he would be leaving for the Burrow. Relief swept over him, as he recalled that this would be the last day, ever, at the Durley's house. And thank God!

Hedwig cooed in his cage, pleading Harry to let him out. Harry refused to send hardly any letters this summer on account of Voldemort, and he knew that is was a shame to keep Hedwig locked up, but he figured it was for the better. Remembering that he must leave soon, Harry got together his books and school supplies. He still couldn't believe that he was truly returning to Hogwarts after all that happened and with all the memories that shook him so. But he really didn't have a choice. He had no idea where to even begin when looking for the 3 more pensives. And he didn't feel like sitting at home all day pondering about it any longer. He was going to the wedding and he was going to have fun, and drink away his pain with his two best friends and…..Ginny.

Harry had hardly thought about Ginny all summer long. She had written to him many times but, he couldn't ever find himself to read any of her letters, in fact they were currently sitting in a pile underneath his school books on his dresser. What would she say when she saw him, what would he say. His heart ached. Deep inside he still loved her, possibly even he wanted to be with her still. But he couldn't, he knew he couldn't. He knew that with him and Voldemort that it would be too hard to have to worry about her well-being besides his own. But why did it matter? If he truly loved her he couldn't stand to not be with her. Now, Harry was more troubled than before.

Harry looked over at the clock on his nightstand. 12:34. He was late. Harry quickly grabbed his jacket, his trunk, and Hedwig's cage. Harry sighed as the thought of the long afternoon ahead of him. He needed to order a T. R. A. M., which stood for Transportation and Routing of the Association of Magic, which was kind of like a Cab service for muggles. Harry laughed at the idea, he was a wizard for Christ sake's, he could fly and do a thousand other things to get from point A to B and he was taking a cab.

Harry pulled his heavy luggage down the stairs of the Durley home smiling at the fact that this would be the last time he would ever have to go down these damn stairs again. Uncle Vernon was relaxing his fat self on the couch in the living room as Harry was making his way down the stairs.

"Where are you going boy?" He asked, but didn't move, being too lazy to even move a muscle.

"I am leaving; I told you I was 3 months ago. And I also have been reminding you nearly every single day all summer." Harry told him, smirking.

"Oh really…"

"Yes really, I am 17 now I can do as I please. And I am leaving this Hell hole once and for all….of yah fuck your fat asses!"

Uncle Vernon's face grew the deepest shade of red Harry had ever seen. Harry didn't care to watch Uncle Vernon's next move, which would most likely be a turtle's pace waddle over to Harry, where he would collapse at Harry's feet and die of a heart attack.

Harry slammed the door behind him. He was nearly outside for 2 seconds when a cab pulled up in the front of him.

"Mr. Potter?" a voice from inside the cab asked.

"Umm… yeah," answered Harry.

"You ordered Tram?" the voice questioned.

"Yeah."

"Hurry up, hurry up, don't want to make a scene in front of the muggles."

Harry studied the cab. It looked like any normal cab that you would see driving up and down the streets in London, but when he opened the door he new that this was no ordinary cab. The inside resembled a limousine. It had to be about 5 meters long and had smooth, black leather seats. The windows were tinted and it was hard to see out of them, and he noticed that the floor was also a huge glass window. A flat panel T.V. came up from a counter and a Champagne flute filled up with a bubbly liquid. He sat down in the big leather seat and the door shut behind him.

"I love magic." Harry said to himself, once again.

"The burrow?" asked the voice as a panel that divided the cab slid across.

"That's right." Harry said to the back of the drivers head.

The panel went back up, and Harry was left alone in the bitter loneliness of back of the empty limo. Harry looked down at his feet and noticed that they were air born, which shocked Harry at first because Harry couldn't feel the rumble of the engine or even the slightest feeling of movement, but he figured that it was pleasant and relaxing. Harry reached over and took a sip of his Champaign it was sweet and the bubbles slid smoothly down his throat. This had to be the most perfect ride of his life, but he defiantly felt lonely.

He looked down at his things on the seat next to him. There were Ginny's letters on the top of his trunk. He decided to open one, just one. He picked one that was written in fancy cursive pink writing. It seemed harmless, or maybe it would be worse.

He unfolded it and read it carefully and slowly making sure he missed nothing…

Dear Harry,

It's nearing time for your arrival and the wedding and I am sad that I haven't herd from you all summer, but I do understand. You are probably concerned about you-know-who and I understand that so this will be my last letter. I have been trying to write this to you all summer and explain how I truly feel. I must have written it a hundred times and then rip it up and wrote you something stupid like "Hey, how are you…having a good summer….yeah me too…see you soon…ok bye." And that's not all I want to say to you, so now I am going to say it.

OK Harry had enough, he couldn't read it anymore he knew what it was going to say, and he knew that truly he felt the same way. He loved her too much he couldn't bear to let Voldemort get his hands on her. And Harry knew if they stayed together she would be a target…but…Harry decided to continue to read.

Harry I love you. I can't not bear to not say it and I can't bear to not have you hear it. I know you are scared for me, but I am scared for you too. And I will truly be nothing without you, so… I still am having a hard time explaining how I truly feel. But I love you, and I think it is a baring and mistake if we are not together. And I just want nothing more that to be with you right now. I want to feel your arms around me and to taste the taste of you lips… ok I'm sorry if that is too much.

I guess… this is hard to say… but I guess I understand if you don't want to be with me, I understand, and I won't bother you any longer, I promise.

Hope to see you soon.

Love Ginny

Harry swallowed hard. He must of read the letter a thousand times, and still each time he felt that pain inside his chest, and knew that Ginny's words spoke for the both of them. Harry wanted nothing more than to hold her and to kiss her and to just be with her, and he knew that the trip was nearly over, and he would see her again. He wouldn't know what to say or do, and he wanted nothing more than to grab her by the hand and lead her upstairs to his room where they could be alone.

The cab jolted, stirring Harry from his thoughts.

"The burrow," said the driver, "I hope you have a pleasant trip."

Harry collected his things and pulled them out of the cab. He walked over to the driver's window and gave him the fair and a large tip.

"Thank you," said Harry.

He watched the normal looking cab, hover above the ground for a few seconds then disappear into the clouds with great speed. Harry was alone outside the familiar Wesley house. However no one seemed to be home, which baffled Harry, he knew that they were expecting him.

He walked up to the front door, to find it locked. He knocked a few times, and then waited a couple seconds.

"Funny." Harry said to himself

Luckily Harry knew that charm that would unlock the door.

"Umbrarrow."

The door unlocked with a click. The door squeaked open reveling an empty kitchen that was usually filled with red-heads, all hours of the day.

"Hello? Is anyone home?" Harry called out.

No one answered, but he was sure he herd music coming from upstairs. Harry walked up the noisy stairs one at a time, with his wand ready. The music was clearly coming from the room that Ron and Harry shared. A beam of light shown under the door and Harry could see shadows, showing someone was in there. Harry burst through the door, unaware that he would find two mingled bodies one of Ron's and one of Hermione's, on Harry's bed.

"Oh shit!" cried Hermione, who was trying to cover up her bare chest.

"Harry! What the fuck?" cried Ron who has trying with his hand to cover up his Manhood. His hand was way to small.

Harry covered his eyes and backed out of the room, and slammed the door shut in front of him.

Harry was trying to process exactly what he just saw; actually he truly didn't want to. He wanted to pretend it never happened.

Ron burst from the room, now in boxers. His face was white as a ghost and Hermione stood behind him with a sheet covering her chest.

"Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed, "What the hell, Harry. You cant just walk in like that… I mean… shit!"

Harry couldn't help but laugh out of the incommutableness of this situation.

"Ron, just please, go put some clothes on"

Ron turned on his heels and walked back into his room and slammed the door.

Hermione just stared at Harry for a few seconds, her face blushed, her face shinny from sweat.

"I suppose I should go change," she said breaking the silence.

"Umm yeah I think that would be smart."

"Yeah."

"And Hermione…"

"Yeah."

"Next time I think you should lock the door."

"Gotcha."