** Warning: Rating M Ahead**

"Andy, what are you talking about?" Hermione grabbed her shoulders.

"I'm talking about the utterly perfect being standing in the kitchen right now." Andy felt as if the words were just rushing out of her mouth, "The one that smells like fresh snow and happiness and ..." And the one that I want ta lick from head to perfect toe She felt low fluttering in her belly and grew very warm at the thought.

Hermiones brow was low, clearly confused.

"Its only Harry and Ro… Oh? Oh. Oh!" Her eyes grew bigger as understanding struck her.

"You can't mean… can you? I mean, its Ronald!"

"I can'na control it! But it can'na be anything else. My heart is on fire, and I can' breath. Hermione, I don' HAVE ta breath!" She ran both hands through her hair, as if forcefully holding her head on her shoulders.

"Okay, are there any other symptoms that are affecting you? Do you believe that it can interfere with your work at all?" Hermione tried rationalizing.

"His smell is so ver'a amazing,Hermione But maybe as long as I can' smell him, I can keep myself out of his trousers." Andy growled sarcastically, trying not to imagine it. Hermione's face flushed bright pink again.

"Calm down, it's more like the physical contact thing, but 100 times worse. I'll need ta be near him, for simple, platonic, contact. I WANT to strip him down and have my wicked way with him but it's not a necessity" She tried to clear her mind of the broad shoulders and trim waist that had her mind all foggy and she felt a smile start on her face. Hermione cleared her throat.

"Well! I guess we can manage this. Especially now that we are finally getting some headway. If you are going to keep from breathing around him, just remember to pretend at least. And try keeping his clothes on until after the case is finished."

"Oh yes! Can't have him finding out that what I really am." She set heavily on the bed.

"What sort of irony would give me a mate that can't stand vampires?"

" Oh it could be worse." Hermione tried to reassure her. "At least your not a Slytherin as well."

"What was that?" Ron asked, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"Case consultant. Name is Andy, and she is usually more clothed than that. Sometimes; not a lot of modesty." Harry set at the table.

"Wait, she is the one we are going to be working with?! Here I thought we would be stuck with a stuffy, old, Hermione wanna be. Not… Merlin, not someone that looked so good in… nothing."

Harry raised his brows at his friends' comment.

"Cool your heels there Mate, she's not the type to take a round about with a team member." "Well, we won't be teammates forever now will we." Ron gave a crooked grin. "I love my job."

Andy was sitting at the table across from Ron, trying her best to appear normal while imagining what he looked like without any clothes on. The other three at the table were chatting away happily, oblivious to the turmoil that Andy was going through. She wanted nothing more than to crawl into the redheads lap and inhale his scent.

"I mean, I'm not that thrilled about the whole subject of the case, but I can't complain about the expert help. Much better than the old dusty bloke that I imagined." Ron winked at her, and Andy felt her face heat up for the first time since she was 16. Damn this mate instinct

"The way she tells it, she is the best there is." Harry joked.

"Hey, I am the best." Andy protested, her voice rather high. Hermione tried hiding a knowing smirk, secretly loving that Andy was the one blushing this time. Harry and Ron laughed, causing Andy to suppress a longing sigh at the sound of his laughter. She sent Hermione a pleading look that practically screamed "Just let me touch him once!" The other woman simply shrugged her shoulders. Andy slumped back in her chair and tried not to imagine the freckles from Ron's face continuing over the rest of his body. She failed.

The wall was cold against her overheated skin. Her arms were pinned above her head, trapped by only one of his strong panted out harsh breaths as he kissed and nibbled his way down her throat and along her collarbone.

"Please…" She begged, her legs around his waist holding him against her. She felt like she was on fire. Laughter rumbled deep in his chest and he ground his hips into hers. She practically whimpered as she felt his hard arousal press into her. His free hand snaked its way under her shirt, fingers grazing the underside of her breast. She arched her back into his touch and moaned. Her nipples were hard, even before he began to tease them.

"Too many… too many clothes." She panted, wiggling, desperately trying to create the friction she needed. He withdrew his head from her neck and claimed her lips. His tongue invaded her mouth as he pulled her shirt up, revealing her bare breasts. He pulled back to stare at what he had just uncovered.

"So beautiful." His voice was husky. He ran his tongue slowly over one nipple causing her to cry out. She bit her lower lip to cut off the sound. She desperately wanted to touch him, but his grip tightened as she struggled against him. He moved his hand down her stomach, moving back just enough to slide his hand lower. She groaned in annoyance at the loss of his hardness against her, but her heart seemed to stop when his hand replaced it. He teased he through the thin fabric there, already finding it damp and hot.

"No more teasing, please. Please!" She cried out, frustrated.

"Really?" He asked, breath causing goosebumps across her breast.

"Yes!" She squirmed against him.

"Not yet." He sucked her nipple into his mouth. His hand pushed past the fabric of her panties, and she finally got the skin to skin fabric she was seaking. He quickly found her small bundle of nerves, his fingers brushing over it continuously. Her eyes fluttered shut and a high moan escaped her lips. He drifted lower, his middle finger entering her slowly. She ground her hips against his hand, begging for more.

"So tight." He groaned, his muscles tense. He didn't know how much longer he could tease the both of them like this.

"Tell me what you want." He whispered into her ear.

"Take me! I need you so badly." Her response was faint and breathless. He brought his lips back to hers roughly and he removed his hand from between her legs to fumble quickly with his fly. His erection was hot and hard against her as he let her hands free to grab tightly to her hips. Her hands moved to his biceps and she squeezed. She could feel him, pressed against her. So close, yet so far from where she wanted him to be. It only made her hotter. They looked at each other, both breathing heavily. She nodded her head, letting him know she really was ready. He buried his head into her neck, sucking at her pulse point. With a sharp thrust of his hips he entered her completely. Her breath caught, she felt so full, so very full.

"Fuck." He moaned slowly against her skin. He started to move his hips, his thrusts slow but hard. Her fingernails bit into his skin as she arched into him. Heat coursed through her and she felt wonderful pressure building with each thrust. Sweat started to run down their bodies and his thrust grew faster, rougher. She felt as if she was going to burst, the pressure almost too much.

"I'm…" She tried to get the words out, but instead all that seemed to come out was gasps and moans. His hands on her hips pulled her down roughly as he thrust up into her, causing him to enter her more deeply than before.

"Mine." He growled into her neck. The pressure broke, she felt herself tighten and pleasure flood her as she screamed his name.

"Ron!"

Andy snapped awake, sweaty and extremely turned on. If she was going to have dreams like that one every night she was going to go crazy. And damn if I'm not a just a big submissive She thought back to the dream and the thrill she felt as he had her hands pinned while doing whatever he wanted to her. She started feeling hot all over again and threw herself back down on her pillows with a sigh. Yeah, she was definitely going to go crazy. But I can still enjoy the hell out of them while they last