Over the next few weeks, Liza spent most of her days with Harry, Ron and Ginny. They played Quittich in the Weasley's field (Ginny, it turned out, was a great chaser) or were introduced to the wonders of computers, movies, television and iced coffee in the Fairley's living room. As might well be expected, Harry and Ginny liked a bit of time to themselves, leaving Liza and Ron to get to know each other especially well.

One afternoon, Harry and Ginny had gone off to the local movie theatre under Liza's direction, leaving Liza and Ron alone. They trooped up to his room in the interest of looking at one of his Chuddly Cannons books, and when they had found it, sat themselves down on his bed and flipped through it leisurely.

They marveled over the pictures of the team in bright orange robes zooming around the pages and argued over who was the best player for most of an hour. Then they leaned back against the wall, just sitting.

Liza looked over at Ron. "Ron, have you ever had a real message?" she asked, a grin beginning to glint in her eyes. He looked at her, a bit puzzled. "I don't know," he said, "my Mum used to rub my back when I had a cold."

She laughed, starting to sit up. "I don't mean from your mother," she said, "c'mon, lie down." He threw her another puzzled glance, but did as he was told. She leaned over him, prodding gently at the back of his neck where wisps of red hair met pale freckled skin. "Mmm," she murmured softly near his ear. Her hands drew themselves down his back and under his shirt. "This has got to go," she said, pulling it up towards his head. He got it off the rest of the way and she moved over him, sitting on top of his bottom. She giggled softly and ran her hands over the soft flesh of his back. Her fingers dug gently and skillfully into the his muscles, hitting each detail specifically, leaving no pain un-comforted. He breathed deeply and she heard him sigh, saw the orange fringe of hair rise and fall over his freckled nose. She smiled.

When Ron's back had been fully relaxed and every morsel of skin caressed, she moved herself off of him, sitting on the edge of the bed. He smiled sheepishly up at her and began to roll over so he could face her. He stopped suddenly, as if an unseen hand had grabbed his shoulder and prevented any movement. Then he blushed bright crimson and let himself fall back to his stomach.

"Thanks a lot Liz," he said, "that was amazing."

She grinned. "It was my pleasure sweet pea," she answered, leaning over and kissing his cheek swiftly. "Sweet pea?" he asked, looking up at her face, now so close to his. She shrugged. "I thought it fit."

Their faces were so close together, Liza could feel Ron's breath on her cheek and neck. She watched his lips for a moment, as she ran her tounge over her own, then pressed them quickly to Ron's. He kissed back vigorously, and turned over onto his back so they were at a better angle. Liza leaned over him, still kissing, when she felt something bulge near her waist. She grinned, and started to laugh, breaking the kiss. "Oh that's why you didn't want to turn over before!" she exclaimed, still laughing. Ron blushed, pulling the blankets up over his waist. "Sorry," he muttered, not meeting her eyes.

She laughed. "Don't be sorry! It's a bit of compliment to my messaging skills, isn't it?" Her midnight eyes glittered. He grinned sheepishly. "I guess so…"

She lay down next to him and he put his arm around her. "It's all good, Ron, don't worry." She grinned mischievously at him, and for a moment he didn't know why, then he felt his pants being un-buttoned and unzipped. His eyes widened and he looked at her. She giggled and kissed his neck, his jaw, his cheek, and his lips again, all while her fingers danced below his waist.

Somehow he made his arms limply encircle her waist, and his lips kiss hers with at least some gusto. She smirked and giggled against his lips each time he moaned or his hips jutted uncontrollably. Finally he let out a last groan and his mouth wouldn't close (so Liza nibbled his bottom lip gently) and Liza's hand withdrew from Ron's pants only catching minimal amounts of stickiness (though his boxers were not so lucky). Ron lay, breathing heavily, for a moment. Liza's arms rested on his chest, and her chin rested on top of her crossed hands. She was smiling curiously at him. He almost laughed when he saw her dark blue eyes starring, innocently wide, up at him. He bent his head and kissed her sweetly. "Is there anything you can't do?" he asked, his voice a bit hoarse.

She shrugged. "I'm not so good at math," she said impishly.

He laughed a bit, and kissed her again.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Ron?" came Harry's voice. "Are you guys in here?" called Ginny, opening the door without warning. She froze in the doorway, blinking in surprise. Harry grinned.

"Whoops," said Ginny with a giggle, "didn't mean to interrupt…"

"Yeah," said Harry, leading Ginny out of the room. "There's no one left in your room, is there, Ginny?" they could hear him saying as he and Ginny walked down the stairs.

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