"Hermione," I heard Harry call from downstairs, "let's go, we're going to be late! Get Ron while you're up there...oh, wait you're probably with him. Ugh, I'm mumbling! Just come downstairs, ASAP!"

I rolled my eyes as I pulled my lips away from Ron. "Okay, Harry we'll be down in a minute," I yelled. I looked back at Ron and before I knew it his lips attacked mine. I bit back a moan as I pulled away and started putting things in his trunk. "Honestly, Ron, we're about to leave and you haven't even started packing. I have my own stuff to put away...Ron, stop looking at me and do something! Ron get your hands off me, stop that tickles! RON STOP! Hahahahaha." I finally managed to push him off me before anyone came in thinking he was hurting me. "Finish packing and I'll meet you downstairs." I gave him a quick peck and left his room.

"Hey, 'Mione, I came upstairs to see if you were okay, since I heard you screaming," Ginny said. "Of course that could be screaming of pleasure...oh, no bad pictures of my best friend and my brother!" I laughed as we walked into her room and I threw some parchment and quills into my trunk. After a few minutes of silence I could feel Ginny staring at the back of my neck I turned around and raised an eyebrow. "Hermione, can I ask your advice, on something," I quickly nodded and she continued, "well, me and Harry have been dating for a while, almost 9 months, and I know we're going to get married. We've both been talking and we're ready to go to the erm...next level. Would you think less of me if I had sex with Harry?" Ginny finished the last part in a rush and I just stared at her in shock.

"Gin, if you and Harry are both mentally and physically ready to have sex then I see no problem in it...but I do remember you saying you always wanted to wait 'til you're married. Also, I know you say you and Harry are going to get married but wouldn't you rather wait and be married then be sorry? But if you're one hundred percent sure you want to now, than go ahead."

"I love Harry so much and I know he loves me. I know he's not using me and I feel like the time is right. If we don't get married, well, at least I have experience. Have you and Ron?"

"No, Ron wants to but it just doesn't feel right...right now. I mean I know I love Ron but we haven't said it to each other and even if we both wanted to it's not like we could do it here."

"I'd be scarred for life if I walked in on you and Ron, I'm sure Mum would be to!" We burst into laughter as we dragged our trunks downstairs. "Well, if your mum found you and Harry she'd start crying and say 'our little girl's grown up,'" I replied. Ginny nodded in agreement. As we reached the bottom I realized Ron must be in his room still packing. Finally, a moment of being alone so I can think. I can't believe that Ginny and Harry relationship is so strong...I mean Ron and I fight all the time and he acts like a 1st year majority of the time. I do love him though; I just hope he loves me as well. One of his smiles just brightens up my day and when he touches me I feel my whole body is on fire. It's just that I feel like I have no time to myself it's always Ron and I. I have no time to think and Ron is always pressuring me to have sex. I swear that's all he thinks about. I mean can't we just cuddle without him making a move or saying a pervish joke. I guess you have to deal with the good and the bad...and there is way more good than bad with Ron. I really do love him.

"Hermione, could you help me finish packing?" I heard Ron yell.

"Oh, bless your soul, Hermione. Tell ho, to hurry up, we're leaving in ten minutes with or without him," a very frantic Mrs. Weasley said. I smiled to her as I quickly ran up the stairs and opened Ron's door. His room was a complete mess: there were clothes, shoes, parchment, boxers, books, and other small trinkets all over the floor. I held back a groan as I set to work. He is such a messy person, honestly, now can anyone live with this stuff all over the place? Ewww, what is that on the floor and that and that?! I picked up everything within hands reach and started folding it and putting it in his trunk. I was walking across the room when suddenly I slipped on the green slim I saw on the floor earlier. I felt myself falling backwards to the floor I was bracing myself for the fall but it never came.

Ron had caught me before I hit the ground. His arm was encircled my waist, I smiled at him as I searched his electric blue eyes. Eyes really are the windows to your soul. I looked at his upside down face and whispered, "I love you."

(A/N) Well this is my first story. I'm writing this by myself so I'm sorry if there are grammar/spelling mistakes. I hope you've liked it so far. I'm going to try to submit a new chapter at least once a week. I'm really sorry that my chapters are really short I'm planning on them to be longer. A main part of the story involves 'abuse' I'm going to try to be not extremely graphic. This is going to be a long story since I have a big plot planned out. I love reviews, so please do so. Criticize if you find anything you don't like. R&R. Love C.