Ron and Hermione were left alone in Grimmauld place when Harry left. Ron supposed that Kreacher was around somewhere but didn't really count him when it came down to it. Hermione watched the fire place as it settled down from Harry's recent floo.

"I hope he's okay." She said chewing her lip slightly as she watched the fire place. "Does he seem okay?"

"He seems fine." Ron said behind her.

"He hasn't been getting a lot of sleep." Hermione mused.

Ron's eye brows shot up but Hermione couldn't see. "Oh, how do you know? Been sneaking off to his bed when I'm not looking?" Ron joked making it sound as light hearted as he could but behind Hermione's back he was narrowing his eyes just a little.

"No! The bags under his eyes are a dead giveaway." Hermione snapped not liking Ron's joke.

"We all have bags under our eyes. The war was hard on us all."

"Yes but his are getting worse." Hermione muttered just loud enough for Ron to hear her.

"He'll be fine."

"I'll talk to him about it later."

"You'll just bug him."

"Sometimes he needs to be bugged."

"Let's not talk about him." Ron put his arms around Hermione from behind kissing her neck silently.

"Ron." Hermione moaned trying half-heartily to escape Ron's arms. "Not here."

Ron ignored her tracing the arch of her neck with his tongue before going back to place open mouth kisses along the line he had created.

"Ronald." Hermione gasped as one of Ron's hand trailed up her stomach before gently cupping her breast.

"I think here is better than the burrow 'Mione." Ron whispered his breath hot against Hermione's ear. "And I'm going crazy waiting. You are too." Ron licked the ridge of Hermione's ear. They had been talking about this ever since Hermione had gotten back but hadn't been able to do anything since they had been staying at the Burrow and the thought of one of Ron's family members walking in on them had been more than a deterrent for Hermione. Not so much for Ron who claimed he could put up enough spells that it would be fine. But Hermione had been reading up on sex since it would be her first time and was sure it wasn't something that she wanted to do in a place she could be so easily interrupted.

Hermione relaxed against Ron feeling his erection press her from behind. Ron took her relaxation as approval and swiftly swept her off her feet. He cradled her against his chest as her arms came up around his neck and she kissed him giggling slightly against his lips with delight from being carried. She felt like a princess in her prince's arms. Giddy anticipation of what was to come was zipping through her body like an electrical current. Hermione's lips parted just enough for Ron to slip his tongue in between them and deepen their kiss. He explored Hermione's mouth tasting her as she moaned. Ron moved them swiftly to the closest empty bed room. He set her down on the bed gently breaking their kiss. He began fumbling with his robes as he watched Hermione laying back on the bed a slight flush on her cheeks and a dark lust in her brown eyes. She smiled pushing herself into a sitting position and began helping Ron to remove his clothes. When they got down to his boxers, Ron sat down on the bed next to her sweeping her mouth up in a deep hot kiss. He became tentative as he reached to remove Hermione's robes. He pulled off her clothes slowly as he revealed more and more of her tan skin leaving kisses wherever he could and reveling in the sighs they produced from Hermione. Once they were both down to their underwear Ron laid her gradually back down on the bed before he pulled back taking in the full picture of her laying on the bed nearly naked in front of him. He reached around slowly to undo her bra.

It was taking him longer than he would like it to and as his failed attempts to unclasp the bra piled up so did his frustration. Hermione kissed him and sighed as she reached around to unclasp the bra herself but let Ron have the honors of pulling it off her to reveal her soft breasts and soft dark nipples.

Ron's eyes went wide and he let out a soft moan as he took in Hermione's soft breasts. He dropped his mouth to her left breast flicking his tongue across it once, twice, a third time, feeling it go ridged under his tongue as Hermione let out a loud moan. She put her hands softly on Ron's hips dipping her fingers under his box before pulling them down to reveal Ron's large cock that erupted from a pile of coarse red curls. It was longer than what Hermione had read the average size was and thick, she couldn't help but gulp. She knew that it would fit but had read that if it was too long it could hurt. Ron took her mouth in his again as he ripped off her soft pink underwear and slid his hands across the top of her legs his thumbs caressing the inside of her thighs as they slid up to the top running over the places her underwear had been covering just seconds before. He pushed her legs guiding Hermione open as he took his place in between them. He stroked her sides bringing his hands up to cup her breasts. He broke their kiss looking down at her and taking in the sweet scene in front of him yet again but with even less clothing. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to be with such a beautiful bright witch. He planted an open mouth kiss between her breasts still cupping them with his hands. Then he began trailing his tongue down her reaching her belly button. Hermione jerked her hips up helplessly praying he'd go lower but not able to ask him too. Ron looked up at her and smiled as he trailed his tongue lowered brushing her smooth hair before slipping his tongue in between her hot lips. He held the back of her thighs and looked up at her as he swirled his tongue over her hard hot clit taking in her delicious taste. Her fingers gripped either side of the bed as she moaned and began to shake. Ron's eyes met hers as a moan ripped out of her mouth. Hermione threw her head back, her eyes closing as she began to chant Ron's name like an incantation. Ron began gently sucking and exploring her. He wanted to see if he could get her off on just this. Hermione's hands released their death grip on the bed and found a new one in Ron's hair. Ron moaned at the pain of having his hair pulled but continued. He loved the way he tongue was effecting her. With a sweet cry and a couple shakes Hermione came. She slowly released Ron's hair from her grip suddenly realizing how sore her hands were. Ron crawled up to face Hermione. She was beaming. Placing her hands on either side of Ron's face and kissed him. She could taste herself on him.

"Take me Ron." Hermione nearly sang bringing her hips up to brush against him.

Ron didn't need to be told twice as he slid his cock deep inside her without another word. He moaned as the warmth and tightness of her sent a shiver down his spine. He was on the brink of finishing already and he had only just gotten inside of her. Hermione moan as well. There was none of the pain that she had been worrying about early. Ron fit inside her like a perfect piece to a puzzle. Ron began pumping himself in and out of her and Hermione grabbed his hips her sore fingers returning to a death grip on them. Ron slid his hands up her sides then leaned down to take one of her nipples in his mouth and suck. Hermione screamed. Ron stopped moving his body and looked up at Hermione, afraid he had hurt her, and he found her with her head thrown back in pleasure. As soon as Ron had stopped moving Hermione had begun to move his hips for him keeping him from stopping his assault on her completely. Ron groaned watching Hermione use his body to pleasure herself before continuing to push in and out of her picking up the pace as much as he could. It wasn't long before Hermione was screaming again with her second orgasm as her muscles clenched around Ron's cock pushing him off the brink and into an orgasm.

They collapsed next to each other on the bed.

"That was…" Hermione breathed her eyes wide, staring up at the ceiling.

"Bloody brilliant." Ron finished her statement breaking into a smile so big it threatened to break his face in half

Harry got back to Grimmauld noticing how empty it was when he didn't see Hermione or Ron. He figured they had left probably going back to the Burrow. He started toward the study when he noticed one of the bedroom doors was open. He was pretty sure that he hadn't left any of the bedroom doors open but wondered if Kreacher could be in there. He started to go in when he saw the two bodies of his friends tangled around each other naked on the bed. He averted his eyes immediately a blush creeping into his face. Idiots, in such a hurry they couldn't even shut the door. He shook his head chuckling softly. He was glad they were happy. He couldn't quite avoid the sick feeling crept into his stomach though. He couldn't help but want that too. Not that exactly, he didn't want the sex so much as he wanted someone that he could fall asleep with. Harry wanted someone he could hold, someone who would hold him to. He shut the door.

Harry took Wendelin with him to the study where he had left his letter to Ms. Bancroft and quickly crafted a letter to the Office of House Elf Relocation at the Ministry inquiring if they had a female house elf that needed a new home. He sent Wendelin off with both letters on her first letter delivery mission for him wishing her good luck as he did. He retired to his room not long after.

Harry had been having nightmares of the war ever since it had ended. It was making it much harder to want to sleep at all. Usually he would just sit in the bedroom staring at the wall, the ceiling, his hands, that he couldn't help but feel now had blood on them. He would either eventually fall asleep or just wait until he could see the sun through the window and get up as if he had been sleeping the whole time.

Harry changed into his pajamas getting ready to repeat his cycle of staring himself to sleep. He had lots of things to think about to keep himself busy until either sleep or the morning drug him away from his thoughts. First there was of course the war. He had become a murderer during the war. No one would blame him for ending Lord Voldemort. In fact he had gotten lot of congratulations on it which in a way made it worse. He was raised to be a murdered, trained to be a murderer, and now congratulated on his murder. It just felt sick like a black sludge gripping his heart. He supposed he hadn't even really killed Voldemort. It had been his own curse that had rebounded and kill him. That's what Ron and Hermione would say if he brought it up, or that he didn't have a choice. It had been his destiny after all, his destiny to become a killer. Then there was Ginny and he supposed he really did need to think about Ginny. He really did like Ginny but after the war she had become hard to talk to. Not that girls had ever been easy to talk to for him. He had always struggled to talk to girls even being 'The Chosen One' and a target for love potions hadn't made him anymore of a ladies man. He was about as good at talking to girls as fish were at riding bikes.

Harry sighed at that thought.

There was also the weight hanging over him of going back to Hogwarts. Of course in some ways he couldn't be happier to be going back to the only place that had felt like home but he could just feel the confrontation that going back would cause. For one, he was no longer just The Boy Who Lived now he was also The Boy Who Killed Voldemort. Even more people would be trying to bug him to get him to tell them things about what all had happened. Harry had already had to deal with Rita Skeeter and have to even deal with Audrea about that if she wrote back to him. But more so he didn't want to see the people that knew him. He had seen Ron and Hermione but they didn't really count in his mind. They were by his side the whole war and knew how he felt about things.

Harry also thought about his need to have someone to love. The sinking feeling he had had when he had seen Ron and Hermione together. He didn't know though if it was Ginny he wanted to be that person for him.

It was about then that tendrils of sleep began to caress Harry as his eyes fluttered shut and he drifted off peacefully into his nightmares.

The rest of the summer passed in a breeze. Harry stayed at Grimmauld place continuing to fix it up and get his new house elf, Reesy, acclimated to the new home. Kreacher seemed to be taking to her rather well. Reesy wasn't one to let anyone walk over her, which is why Harry figured she had been left at the Ministry in the first place, and was still keeping Kreacher's odd attempts at romance at arm's length. Harry could swear he had seen Kreacher try and give her a dead fish but he hadn't said anything to Kreacher about it, Harry didn't know the usual rituals for house elf courting and wasn't about to step on his toes if gifting dead fish was considered normal. Ron and Hermione stayed with Harry most of the summer. They would travel back to the Burrow every couple of days to see Ron's family. Ron always invited Harry to go with but Harry would stay behind not wanting to have the talk with Ginny, even though, he was sure he was going to have to at some point. Harry's birthday passed by without event just the way Harry wanted. It was too much for right now to be asked to celebrate something. Audrea had been exchanging letters with him and though he didn't know how, she had gotten him to ask her to coffee before he left for Hogwarts this coming week. She was nice and didn't want to know about the battle like Harry had suspected. She asked him strange questions about himself and often asked how he felt about things. Harry at one point had started to worry that she was a therapist in disguise that the ministry was using to keep tabs on him but threw that idea out the window as crazy.

Harry was getting ready to leave when Kreacher sauntered in. "Having trouble with Reesy? Harry asked watching him as he made his way to the wall to bang his head into it.

"Does Master Harry know why Reesy doesn't accept Kreacher's affections?" Kreacher huffed not looking away from the wall his forehead was still pressed against.

"Well… Was that fish considered an affection?" Harry couldn't help the scrunched up look of disgust that took over his face at the memory of the fish.

"Of course, Kreacher caught Reesy a good fish." Kreacher said his voice verging on desperate.

"Well I don't know much about house elf girls…" Harry paused and muttered under his breathe. "Or girls in general." Then he picked back up at his normal tone. "But most girls don't like dead fish. They tend to stink and girls don't generally like stinking things."

"Reesy 'snot a girl. Reesy is a lady. A lady house elf." Kreacher remarked hotly.

"Of course Kreacher." Harry humored by his love struck house elf not failing to find the humor in Kreachers plight. "But Ladies even more than girls dislike smelly things. How about you try giving her something shiny like jewelry or setting up a picnic in the house somewhere?" Harry asked pretty impressed by his own romantic ideas. Maybe he did understand girls. No, that was still long shot.

"Kreacher doesn't have jewelry, young master."

"I'm sure the Blacks have some jewelry somewhere." He said not noticing Kreacher's spinning to look at him with wide eyes and a dropped jaw before he left the room to go in search of jewelry. A lot of the jewelry had been stole by Mundungus Fletcher when he had been "helping" the order but Kreacher had managed to keep a few things from the man and return them immediately once he was no longer a threat. Most of it was Walburga's favorite jewelry that Kreacher felt obliged to keep hidden when other people where in the house. Once Harry had reached the jewelry box that stood prominent in the master bathroom he began digging through drawers looking for something that he thought would fit Reesy.

"Promise none of these are horcruxes?" He asked the stunned house elf who didn't respond. Harry didn't notice though he was too busy laughing at his own joke.

Harry scanned through the outrageously gaudy jewelry until he found one he thought Reesy might appreciate. It was a cobalt blue stone the size of a thumbprint that was set in an elegant silver frame with a delicate silver chain and a small simplistic clasp.

"This should work." Harry said handing the delicate necklace to the still stunned house elf.

"Young master! I cannot take this. This is Mistress Black's necklace." Kreacher said holding the necklace at arm's length like it would bite.

"Mistress Black is dead and I have no need for her jewelry. I think the only one left in this house to appreciate it might be Reesy. So go on." Harry said pushing the House elf out of the door. He was going to be late for coffee at this rate. "Go do your house elf wooing!"

Harry left the house happily leaving the two house elves alone to sort out their relationship that was, if Reesy was interested in a relationship. Harry figured she was, as he had included it in the interview process, and that was what had taken getting her, that there was a relationship ready house elf waiting for her at his home. He had also supplied pictures and a descriptions of Kreachers personality. It felt a lot like he was trying to pimp out his house elf or like he was suddenly working for that muggle dating website except with house elves, but Harry wanted to make sure that Reesy or any other female house elf knew what she was getting into.

He walked outside to the front of the house where he had left his godfather's motorcycle smiling as he took the tarp off of it folding it and placing it in the entry way before going back to it and starting it. He was sure to activate the invisibility charm before taking off into the air on his way to the coffee shop. He could've just apparated but using Sirius's bike every now and then kept him feeling close to Sirius and it was much more pleasant than the horrible sick feeling he got each time after apparating.

The freedom Harry felt riding the flying motorcycle was much like he felt when he was on a broom though he didn't make any daring nose dives with the bike, swooping through the sky was still very much exhilarating. It didn't take him much time to get to the fancy wizarding coffee shop Pink's Drinks that reminded him just enough of Madam Puddifoot's that he wanted to throw up upon entering. Okay next time don't let her pick the place he thought to himself. What did he mean next time? Did he think he would be making this a normal adventure out into public? Harry scoffed at the idea, but maybe he wouldn't be too against seeing Audrea again. He did need more friends. Ron and Hermione were constantly complaining about how he was always "locking" himself up in Grimmauld place but Harry didn't mind being alone, most of the time he preferred it.

Audrea was already sitting at a small white table for two with a cup of coffee and Harry quickly moved over taking the empty chair across from her. She looked up and smiled as Harry sat down.

"You're a bit late." She said with a soft smile as she looked up through thick dark lashes her quiet brown eyes pleading for a good explanation. "I was starting to think you stood me up."

"I'm sorry." Harry said quickly he was over fifteen minutes late he felt a bit bad for it. "I had to give my house elf some dating advice."

Audrea looked taken aback by this explanation. Then she laughed. "And why did your house elf need dating advice?" She asked more fixated on hearing the story than interrogating it.

"Well my house elf is having a bit of trouble with our new house elf. He seems to like her a lot but keeps doing strange things to try and win her over like giving her dead fish. So I had to try and help. He should be trying to woo her again right now. Hopefully he's having better luck."

Audrea's face scrunched in disgusted at the mention of the fish. "What did you tell him to do instead of the fish?"

"I told him to try giving her jewelry or making picnics instead." Harry answered as Audrea took a sip of her coffee.

Audrea nearly spit out her coffee. "I can't imagine a house elf doing either of those things though I've never imagined house elves dating before either!" She exclaimed.

"Yeah I'm not really up to date on house elf courting techniques either which is why I just told him to do things I would do."

"Well house elves don't date. They couple up if their masters tell them too and then it's mostly inbreeding which is why you find so many strange ones I think."

"Oh," Harry said. If house elves were told to couple up was Reesy waiting on him to tell her to. Of course Harry would never tell her to, but, should he maybe give her permission. He figured from the interview process it was implied but maybe he should say something just in case. He mulled it over as Audrea took another sip of her coffee.

"Though I see the need to bring in fresh blood for your house elf I don't really see the need to let them date." She said with an out of the blue snooty attitude that derailed Harry.

Harry's eyes widened as he looked at her though she seemed unfazed as she sipped at her tea. "What?" He asked in a strangled voice.

"Just tell them to have a kid if you want another elf there's no reason to dilly-dally around on whether they like each other or not."

Harry was shocked. He knew that not everyone shared Hermione's feeling on house elf rights or even his appreciation for them but to force them to mate. Harry's face turned sour. "I don't want another house elf this has nothing to do with that." His voice was low and simmering with anger.

"Then why even bother? What are you hoping to get out of it?" She asked incredulous.

"Because they deserve to be happy just like everyone else." Harry was on the verge of shouting. Audrea made a face. "How is that so hard to understand? It shouldn't matter if you're a pureblood, muggleborn, or a creature everyone deserves happiness and to be treated fairly."

Audrea made a sort of half laugh. "You can't tell me that werewolves should have the same rights as wizards or that goblins should be allowed wands that's even more ridiculous than your house elf dating service."

"That's exactly what I'm telling you." Audrea had seemed like such a nice witch Harry and he had thought that it be nice to have a friend he could write to outside of Hogwarts but he couldn't stay friends with someone who had beliefs like that. It just went to show how ingrained into wizarding society these beliefs were that Audrea who had seem like such a nice person to Harry would believe these thing about other so wholly.

"Your being ridiculous Harry, sit down." Harry hadn't noticed that he had stood up but now that he had he took in his current surroundings. People in the small café had begun to look at him and whisper. Harry caught bits of conversations filling the room like a low buzz. "Is that the Harry Potter?" "What's he doing here?" "Who's she?" "Why's he angry" "did you hear about the Malfoy's?" Harry sighed even if he wasn't pissed with Audrea he wasn't very inclined to hang around and be gossiped about.

He leaned down close to Audrea and spoke slowly with a bloodcurdling undertone that wasn't particularly meant to happen but Harry wasn't about to be upset about it. "Believing in equality after our world was nearly ripped about by a prejudicial mad man is not ridiculous. Good day Ms. Bancroft." And with that Harry turned on his heel and left, muttering quietly as he sauntered out the door about how he hadn't even gotten a cup of coffee.