Summary:  I'm not exactly sure where this story is going.  All I know is that it's about Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Ron, and Voldemort. (gasp!)

A/N:  Hey everyone, I only hope that this story will be as successful as my last fanfic was, Meet Me at Hogsmeade. Review Review Review! (no flames whatsoever)

Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK, if that were I, I'd be a millionaire right now …

Chapter 1

By happythoughts

            "Hey guys, sorry I'm late," said a young man, about 19 years of age, jet black hair, and startling green eyes.  Also known as, Harry Potter.  He sat down at the table across from another young man with flaming red hair and a girl with shoulder length, brown hair, also the same age, and also known as Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.  (A/N:  notice that I didn't mention that Hermione had bushy hair, but that is only because she is 19 by now, and I think she has finally found a spell that will straighten out her hair.) The table they were sitting at was located in a charming little pub, called the Three Broomsticks, located in Hogsmeade. 

"Oh it's okay, I'm not that hungry anyway, Harry," replied Hermione.

            "Speak for yourself, Hermione," muttered a disgruntled Ron.  He turned to Harry.  "What kept you?"

            "Some unfinished business at the Ministry.  My boss gave me an extra load of paperwork to do.  I can't wait until I can start getting out in the real world …" trailed off Harry wistfully.

            Hermione let out a noise of disgust.  "I'm afraid that won't happen anytime soon, Harry.  Times like now call for experienced wizards that people can trust to do their best.  We won't be going out in the 'real world' for a long time."

            "Harry is experienced, Hermione," said Ron exasperatedly, "he's been in contact with you-know-who for God knows how many times."

            Harry shook his head and looked down at his hands.  Ever since fourth year after the Triwizard Tournament, Lord Voldemort had been getting stronger and stronger every single year.  More and more people were being killed, but more and more death eaters were being caught.  It was a very close war, between good and evil, and no one knew for sure who was going to win.  The ministry had been hiring the most experienced aurors, including Mad Eye Moody, and powerful wizards, such as Professor Dumbledore.  It seemed to all youth that they wouldn't be asked for help any time soon.

            "So we're just waiting for Ginny then?" asked Harry, changing the subject. 

            "Yeah, she should be here any minute.  She's probably just held up at the school.  Wish she would hurry," said Ron, rubbing his stomach, which was growling with hungry.

            "Ron, I'm sure you can wait five more minutes before we order," said Hermione. 

            "No, I'm sure I can't.  I need food.  I haven't eaten anything since lunch.  Ah, here she is now!" said Ron, pointing towards a girl who was walking towards them, her hair windblown from the cold wind outside.   She sat down next to Harry and gave him a quick kiss.  "Let's eat, I'm starving," she said, rubbing her hands together.

            "Hear, hear!" chimed in Ron, motioning for Madame Roserta to serve them.  She came over, her hair glittering green with tinsel in it and glittered high-heals on.  "What can I do for you four?" she asked them.

            "I think we're ready to order," said Hermione.  "I would like-,"

            "two burgers with french-fries on the side please! Oh, and make that with a tankard of mulled mead, thanks so much," interrupted Ron. 

            "Now is that for Hermione or you, Ron?" asked Madame Roserta.

            "Oh, that would be me," he said cheerfully.

            "Why thank you, Ron," said Hermione sarcastically. 

            Finally, they were finished ordering, and after only 5 minutes, their food magically appeared on their plates.  They began eating, while having a light conversation.  "How are things down at Hogwarts?" asked Harry to Ginny, in between bites.

            "Okay, I guess.  It's quite tiring, I mean, I've been having to fill in for Professor McGonagall for the past two weeks, since she's had to fill in for Dumbledore once in awhile," she answered, not exactly sounding happy. 

            Right after graduating last year, Ginny had been asked to return to Hogwarts to be Professor McGonagall's assistant, only because nowadays, Professor was so busy with everything going on in the world.  Dumbledore usually was absent for a couple of weeks every now and then, fighting the dark forces in the magical world.

            "Have you decided on your wedding date yet, you two?" Ginny asked Hermione and Ron. 

            The two looked at each other uncertainly.  "We've been having trouble deciding on that date … but we know we're going to wait awhile for it," said Hermione.

            "What kind of trouble?" asked Harry.

            "Just like, we want so many people to be there … but unfortunately, many are out there … fighting," said Hermione quietly, "so we aren't sure what would be a good date."

            Hermione's ring glistened in the light as she brought her burger up to her mouth and bit into it.  It was a beautiful ring, with a silver banding and three diamonds attached to it.  Only a month ago Ron had proposed to her, and of course, she had gratefully accepted.  Not even known to Harry, Ron had been saving up for that ring for quite some time. 

            "Anyway, I'm glad you brought that subject up, Ginny.  We didn't ask you to come eat with us for no reason, you know," said Hermione knowingly.  She looked at Ron. 

            "Right. We have two questions to ask you two," he started. 

            "Harry, will you be my best man?"

            "Ginny, will you be my maid of honor?"

            Hermione and Ron asked them their questions at the same time.  They're reactions were exactly the same.  "Of course Ron!" exclaimed Harry, slapping him on the back.

            "Oh Hermione! Thank you so much! Of course I will!" Ginny exclaimed excitedly, giving Hermione a big hug. 

            For the rest of the evening, the four of them just talked about how their lives were going, Ron and Hermione's wedding, and pretty much everything else.  All too soon, it was already 1 in the morning, and they were all too tired to carry on. 

            "We'll see you guys sometime soon, and you'll be hearing from us about the wedding date hopefully," said Hermione, sitting up and pulling Ron with her.  They were heading back to their apartment that was right next to Hogsmeade. 

            "And I'll be calling you about your bachelor party," muttered Harry into Ron's ear.  He turned bright red. 

            They all hugged and kissed goodbye and Hermione and Ron apparated on the spot.  This left Ginny and Harry by themselves.  Harry turned to Ginny to kiss her goodbye. He leaned down and was about to give her just a small peck, but instead it turned out to be a passionate kiss.  When they broke apart, Ginny whispered seductively in Harry's ear, "Are you sure you want to go back tonight?"

            Harry was taken back.  "W-what do you mean?"

            "What I'm saying is … do you want to come back to my place?" she asked again.

            "To Hogwarts?"

            "No … I've been staying at a hotel here in Hogsmeade …" she trailed off.

            Harry gulped.  He didn't know what to say; normally Ginny was never like this.  And he didn't exactly know what to think of it.   "Er … w-what would we do?" he stammered stupidly.

            "Oh, I don't know," she answered, tracing his finger up and down his cheek, "just … hang out, I suppose."

            Harry was torn between pleasure and fright.  If he were to go to her place, what would happen between them? He had a very good idea what might happen, but did he actually want that?  "Erm … sure, just for a while though," he answered after awhile of battling in his mind.

            Seconds later, they found themselves in a mediocre sized room, with … Harry gulped … one queen-sized bed in it. There was a small table in the corner with two seats to go with it.  The bathroom was to the left of Harry, and the closet to the right.  He turned to look at Ginny, who was closing the curtains that led to the balcony.  He numbly walked towards the table and sat down in one of its chairs.  He cleared his throat.

            "So … nice place you've got here," he said, trying to start a conversation, and keep Ginny's mind on something else. 

            "Yeah, it's quite nice.  Not too much money either.  And very, very comfortable," she added, while sitting on the bed.

            "Er … yes, I suppose," he mumbled weakly. 

            Suddenly, Ginny took out her wand.  In a second, she had mumbled something under her breath, pointed her wand at Harry's hands, and he felt them being tied magically to the chair.  He looked up at her startled, and held his breath when he saw her coming towards him.  Suddenly, she leaned down and strattled him.  He watched her waist slide into his.  His breathing was beginning to be sharp intakes of breath.  She lowered her head and licked his most vulnerable spot, right behind his ear. 

            Harry closed his eyes as her tongue licked the sensational spot, little by little.  He fought against the knots of rope that were keeping him from rubbing his hands over Ginny's body.  Ginny giggled with delight as she watched him struggle against the rope.  They had never done anything like this, something as wild like this.  Suddenly, Harry felt his robes pulling gently pulled off of him and she was grabbing his pants.  Almost like she was searching for something, she frantically pulled his pants off and then his boxers.  Slightly turning red, Harry looked down at Ginny.  She had a look of excitement in her eyes, and having an idea what she was about to do, Harry looked up at the ceiling. 

            Harry awoke the next morning, feeling exhausted.  He rubbed his eyes and everything was still blurry.  He grabbed for his glasses on the night table next to the bed he was sleeping in.  As everything came into focus, he recognized that the room he was in was not his.  He gulped, and looked frantically around.  Then, as he saw a disheveled redhead come into view, he remembered.  He smiled and lied back on his back. 

            Ginny began to awake and she mumbled, "Good morning," to Harry sleepily and laid her head on his shoulder.  " 'Morning," Harry replied, leaning down and kissing Ginny on her head.  Harry closed his eyes again and tried not to smile, while he remembered what had happened just last night.  He remembered the exotic feeling of everything that had happened, putting everything that he had into Ginny, her gasps of delight … he never was as close to someone as he had been then.  It made him want to do it all over again. 

            Suddenly, Ginny got up from the bed and pulled all the covers up with her, to cover her body.  (Fortunately, Harry's boxers were on.)  She went to the bathroom and Harry heard the shower curtains being pulled away and the running of water.  He himself got up from the bed and changed into his clothes and robes that he had worn the night before.  He threw a hand through his disheveled hair and opened the door of the hotelroom.  Lying right at his feet was the Daily Prophet.  He picked it up, closed the door behind him, and headed back over to the table. 

            Smiling embarrassedly, he sat in the chair that Ginny had tied him to the night before.  He began to read the newspaper. 

Auror in Training Killed!

        Late last night, a witch who was still training to be an auror, was killed by the Dark Lord.  A witness says that she was returning from either a family visit, or an outing with friends.  The family would like her name to be anonymous, due to the fear of the Dark Lord.  She is survived by her mother and father, and her friends with whom she attended Hogwarts, The School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

            The article was a whole page more, but Harry had stopped reading.  His heart had stopped when he read that the girl attended Hogwarts.  He was filled fear.  She was an auror in training? His immediate guess was … Hermione.  Witness says that she was out on a family visit … or an outing with friends … Harry's stomach contracted. 

            "Harry? What's wrong?" interrupted Ginny, who had just emerged from her shower in a white robe. 

            Harry looked up.  "Read this," he whispered.

            With a puzzled look in her eye, she took the newspaper from Harry's trembling hand and began to read it.  "A witch training to be an auror … outing with friends … friends with whom she attended Hogwarts …" Ginny finally realized why Harry was so worried.  

            "Harry … you don't think it's …"

            "Hermione? That's exactly what I was thinking. We'll just have to find out," said Harry.  He walked over to the fireplace, which was burning brightly, and did a clever spell. 

            "Harry! What are you doing here?"

            "Hermione! You're alive!" exclaimed Harry. 

            "Harry, what are you talking about?"  Hermione was standing with her hands on her hips and she was looking down at Harry's head in her fireplace. 

            "Hermione! Didn't you read the Daily Prophet? The main article?" he asked frantically.

            "Er … no, I just got up actually," said Hermione meekly.  "Why?"

            "You just got up? Oh, nevermind.  Just read it now.  Ginny and I were so worried--,"

            "Ginny and you? Is she over there right now?" interrupted Hermione. 

            Harry turned bright red.  He wasn't supposed to let anyone know what had happened between Ginny and him lastnight.  "Er … no … we were just talking … this morning," Harry lied.

            "Ah, I see."  Hermione began reading the article.  When she finished, she looked down at Harry.  "I can see why you may have thought it would be me they were talking about in that article.  Sorry to get you so worried."

            "That's okay, we're just glad you're okay, that's all," said a relieved Harry.

            "We're? We're just glad?" Hermione asked skeptically.

            Harry gulped.  "Yeah … we're.  Anyway, I'll just be going now. Tell Ron I said hi, will you?" and with a small pop, Harry's head disappeared from the fire before Hermione could ask any questions. 

A/N:  Hey everyone, what do you think about it? Keep reading and checking back for more answers to come!