Disclaimer: of course, Harry Potter and co. are all property of JK Rowling. Well, this isn't new to all of us, isn't it?

I WANNA CATCH YOU

She drives me crazy like no one else She drives me crazy, and I can't help myself I can't get any rest

People say I'm obsessed

Things go wrong, they always do

                                                           She drives me crazy, Fine Young Cannibals

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Ron slowly opened his eyes and found himself still in his bed, while outside the sun was shining through the snow fallen on the grass of his garden. He looked down at his chest, and smiled when found Hermione still fast asleep, curled up onto his chest. She was so peaceful when she slept…He loved watching her sleep. Sometimes he looked at her, at his wonderul fiancee, and felt the luckiest man in the world. Since they had finally realized how much they loved each other, his life had become so happy…it seemed almost a dream. And now that they were going to marry, it all seemed a huge, incredible dream. He smiled at his own thoughts and slowly stroked her cheek with his thumb. Hermione snuggled closer to him and, after a few seconds, blinked twice and opened her eyes.

He smiled and kept on stroking her face. "Good Morning, Sunshine."

She returned his smile, with her eyes still sleepy. "Morning, love."

"I hoped you'd be up soon."

She blinked her eyes, now more awake. "And why is this?"

He grinned. "Cause I'd like to resume that talk we had last night…" he said, nuzzling her neck.

She smiled and caressed the unruly hair at the nape of his neck. "We didn't talk very much last night…"

"You can talk, if you want…" he said, kissing her neck and her upper chest. She grinned and licked his ear. "…you know what?" he whispered against her chest.

"What?"

"I'd like very much if you used that wonderful tongue of yours not to talk right now, doctor Granger…"

She giggled and they turned in the sheets until he was on the top of her, still grinning. They kissed passionately for a very long time, none of them able to stop; a few minutes later he tore his mouth away from hers and started kissing her neck again. "Sometimes I think I'm scandalously in love with you…" he whispered with his deep and sexy voice.

She caressed his broad and muscular shoulders with her hands. "I bet you say this to every woman…"

He raised his head and looked at her with an amused expression. "Oh, what a nice thing to say to your almost husband, oh yeah!"

She laughed and kissed his lips. "Redhead means fiery temper, doesn't it?"

He smirked and lowered his head again on her upper chest. "What a bad girl you are, Hermione…I think I'm gonna make you pay for this one…"

She smiled and lifted his head up. "Maybe tonight. Now we have to get ready."

"You're right, I almost forgot about Harry's game."

"I'll met Ginny outside the Leaky Cauldron, then we'll go straight to the stadium. What about you?"

He propped himself up on one elbow, still watching her and stroking her flat stomach with his free hand. "I must to go to work till half past ten. Then I'll join you."

She sulked. "You said you wouldn't go today."

"I know, but yesterday evening there was another attack, and I'm still investigating over it."

Her face fell. "That Raven guy again?"

He nodded seriously. "Yeah."

She sook her head. "I don't quite understand. Why this man is so mean to the Muggles and the Muggleborns? None of us did something to him, I think." She took a deep breath. "He remembers me a lot of Lucius Malfoy."

"With the only difference that Malfoy was a bloody git who talked too much, while this Raven is a devil. And he acts too much, and too damn perfectly to stop him in time." He said with an angry face. "This is impossible. Yesterday his goons killed a young couple of Muggles in the Muggle London."

"Did the Ministry give you guys any more help?"

He shook his head. "Nah, there must be the entire Auror department over this case, but my group is more involved than the other ones."

She caressed his cheek. "I'm sure you'll catch him soon. But please, hurry up. It's so terrible that innocent people have to pay for the madness of this git."

He kissed her hand and smiled at her. "I will."

She nodded and began to rise up. "Now we have to dress up, or we'll both be in a terrible hurry."

He rised too, and found his boxers on the floor. "Ok, but remember that talk we have to resume, ok?"

She grinned. "Oh, don't worry, I won't forget it." She made her way to the bathroom, but gave him a quick kiss on the lips on the way. "Don't be late, Harry's game is at 11.30, understood?"

"Understood." He smiled at her and went to find some clothes.

When Ron arrived at the Auror Headquarters Department there was a crowd of journalists outside the front door, and the Deputy General, Carl O'Toole, was trying his best to make them go away without answering to their questions. Ron quickly went to his room, and found his mates, Sean Hardy and Lex Nilson, who were talking nervously to the mobile while writing furiously something on their notepads.

"Hey, what's up?" he asked, trying to figure out what was indeed happening.

Lex was the first to put down the mobile. "Ron, where the hell have you been?!"

Ron frowned. "Lex, it's seven in the morning, where do you think I was?"

Sean put his mobile on his desk. "There was another attack last night."

"Raven?"

He nodded. "That son of a bitch burned a Muggle restaurant full of tourists."

Ron clenched his jaw. "Any survivors?"

Lex looked very pale. "A japanese woman who's still in coma."

"Who's there right now?"

"Dick wanted you to go, but since you weren't here, he sent Roger and Clive."

Ron passed a hand through his hair. "Ok, let's pay a visit anyway. I want to see it."

Lex shook his head another time. "It's all burned up, Ron. If you hope you'll find any evidence that this is another of the Raven's brilliant works, well I have to disappoint you. Clive owled us it's impossible to cooperate with that damn Muggle policemen, or whatever their names are."

"Look, I don't care." Said Ron, more determined. "We'll go there and see. Sean, try to find a connection with the last attacks, let's try to figure if this has a sort of scheme or something."

"I agree. Let's keep our minds and hands occupied if we can do something, anything. I'm really tired of watching innocent people die everyday." Sean seemed very angry. But who couldn't be? This was becoming a sort of obsession for the Aurors, the only common goal was to find that damn Raven and put him in the lowest of the grounds in Azkaban.

"Yesss!!!! Another wonderful goal for the Cannons! Go, guys!!"

The speaker was screaming all over the stadium, inciting the Chudley Cannons against a Polish team, which was already losing for 140 to 100. Harry was doing great, altough the seekers weren't dealing with the Snitch yet, he was showing his best moviments on his broom, in fact the crowd was screaming his name more than ever.

Hermione casted another nervous glance at her watch: 12.05. And Ron wasn't there, yet.

"Perhaps his boss held him back." Ginny Potter said with a sympathetic smile on her flushed face, while she glanced anxiously at her husband.

"He didn't wan't to miss Harry's game. Something has happened."

She encircled her friend's shoulders. "Hermione, relax. Ron's ok, he's just been held back because of…well, because of his job, I think! He's one of the best Aurors the Ministry has, I bet he's so taken up."

"Expecially with this Raven thing." Hermione tightened the hold she had on her own scarf.

Ginny nodded. "Yeah, and I feel very protected because of him investigating over this horrible killer. He'll catch him, I'm sure."

Hermione bit her lip. "Me too. But do you know what's to be always worried about him outside, playing to the brave guy who wants to take the bad guy to the prison?" she felt a lump in her throat. "I'd like to have him here right now."

"I understand, it's not easy at all for you." And with that, she turned to see Harry diving forward to catch the Golden Snitch. "Last time Harry fought against Voldemort, during your seventh year, it was the hell for me. I'm so grateful he chose to be a professional Quidditch player, instead of keep on putting himself into troubles."

Hermione sighed, still looking at Harry. "Well, Ron wanted to be different from his brothers, you know this better than me. He just wanted to show everyone he can do great if he likes what he does."

Ginny smiled. "Mum would be more pleased if he weren't be in danger everyday."

Hermione snorted. "That's why I love your mother so much."

The two women let themselves smile for a moment, while Harry made a big dive towards the opposite tribune. Then Ginny took her friend's hand. "Please, Hermione, don't worry about him. He's a great guy, he can take care of himself, can't he?"

"Yeah, I hope so." She nodded.

"Think positive. Do you remember that in a bit more than a month you'll be Mrs. Weasley, and my sister-in-law?"

Hermione grinned. "How am I supposed to forget it?"

"Remember we'll have to choose your dress in my friend Mary's shop. I made an appointment on next Tuesday." Ginny said, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear.

"I'll be there, don't worry." In that very moment, Harry showed his hand up, snitch in it. The speaker thundered the result (290-100 for the Cannons), and everyone stood up clapping their hands, including Ginny and Hermione.

Harry, Hermione and Ginny raised their glasses of butterbeer and drank them happily. They were celebrating Harry's triumph in the Leaky Cauldron, altough Ron hasn't showed up yet at all; so, they went on and began to order their lunch, too hungry to wait for him.

"My, this is so good!" Harry said, eating his meal. "I like it so much!"

"But Harry," Ginny arched an eyebrow. "Last week I cooked this for you, and you said you didn't like it at all!"

Hermione grinned, and Harry tried his best to smile brightly. "Sweetheart, you burned all of it."

"Oh, shut up!" Ginny finally said. "I'm still learning how to cook. And I'm too busy in the library to practice with my mum."

"This reminds me," Hermione interrupted them. "Ginny, who'll take care of the buffet?"

Ginny smiled. "Dad said he knows the right person."

Harry smirked and shook his head. "Still taking care of the wedding, aren't you?"

Hermione looked amused. "You're his best man, you 're supposed to be the one totally taken up with the groom, if Ron hadn't his head completely buried in his job."

Harry found a bit of sadness in her voice. "Is the bride that eager to marry the groom? My, what a naughty lady you are, Hermione. I thought you two didn't have to wait till the wedding to have a good shag."

Hermione playfully hit his arm. "You're such an insufferable git sometimes, Harry."

He grinned and drank another glass of beer. "Leave that poor bloke alone, luv. Besides, we already bought the rings, so…"

Ginny snapped her head up. "You have the rings?? Ow, show them now!"

Harry laughed. "No way."

"Please!" Hermione was smiling too.

"No, you can't make me show them now. Wait till the wedding, it's in a month."

"Even if you have to sleep on the couch tonight because of this?" Ginny tried, arching an eyebrow at her husband.

He smirked. "This seems better than being punched by Ron if he finds out you know about the rings."

Ginny snorted an picked up her glass. "Such a clichè you are, Harry. Afraid of my big brother." Harry laughed and kissed her temple.

Hermione drank her wine and smiled. "I really hope the press won't show up at the wedding. I bet Ron would flame all of them!"

Ginny shrugged. "Don't worry, they spent all their energies in taking pictures of Harry and I marrying last year."

"Well, I could do better than them." Harry said, grinning. "I could fly all over the quidditch stadium and write with my broom 'famous auror Ron Weasley will marry famous scientist Hermione Granger in less than 30 days', the press would be very grateful." Ginny burst out in a fit of giggles.

"Sure, and I could write 'famous Chudley Cannons' seeker Harry Potter likes sleeping with Mikey Mouse boxers', they could be very grateful, don't you think?" Hermione smiled mischievously.

Harry made a face. "Hey, you told her about my boxers?" he said to his wife.

Ginny laughed. "Don't worry,  that will be our secret."

"Yeah, sure, it surely seems so." Harry grunted and drank his beer, while the two women were still giggling.

In that very moment Ron burst in the Leaky Cauldron, still running, and when he found them he hurried near their table. Hermione looked at him with an unreadable expression, but he focused his attention on Harry, whose eyebrows were arched.

"Before you start hitting me with your broom, I didn't want to miss the game!" he said, with his hands up. "It was a bloody emergency."

Harry smiled. "It's ok, it wasn't that great of a match, anyway."

Ron sat down near Hermione and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "Sorry, love. I tried to come in time, but it was impossible."

"What happened?" she asked, while he was filling his glass with the beer.

"Raven again. He burned up a Muggle restaurant."

Ginny sighed. "This is so terrible."

"Do you think you'll be able to catch him soon?" Harry asked, serious.

Ron shook his head. "Honestly, I don't know. We were so close last time, and then he vanished again."

"What does he want, don't you know?"

Ron snorted. "He just wants to purify the world from the Muggle and the Muggleborns, or whatever he said last time we almost caught him." He said with disgust. "Anyway, I don't want to talk about this right now. How was the game?"

"Quite easy." Harry said with a shrug. "They had good chasers, but a very bad seeker."

Ron smirked. "So, how many matches are left to win the European League?"

"Four. The next one is with the Fouler Rangers."

Ron winked at his best friend. "Ok, we'll be coming home from our honeymoon just for you."

"Such a honor, mate." Harry grinned, and Hermione snuggled closer to her fiance.

"This reminds me…you haven't told me anything about your plans…" she tried, making sweet eyes.

Ron laughed and kissed her lips. "Don't try and corrupt me, honey, this is a surprise, you'll see it. I'm not going to tell you anything, neither is Harry."

Harry nodded. "I've my lips completely sewed."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Men."

Ginny looked suspiciously at her husband. "How comes that you haven't told me anything about this, Harry?"

He smirked. "Cause you'd keep the secret as well as you kept the one about my boxers, love."

Ron arched an eyebrow. "What? What about your boxers?"

By the time Ron came into their bedroom Hermione was already in their bed, still reading a book. He opened the cupboard and started searching for something.

"What are you doing?" she said, marking the page and putting the book on the bedside.

"I'm trying to find the movie of our graduation, you know, that one Colin Creevy took for us."

"Can I ask you why?"

He grinned in the cupboard. "There should be an image of Harry missing one of the steps in Hogwarts' entrance. Ginny wants it to tease him a bit."

She giggled, remembering the scene. "You Weasleys are really incorregible, you know."

"Ah ah!" he said, holding out a muggle videotape. "Here it is!" and smiling he put it on the armchair, near his sweater. He felt her giggle even more. "What's all that about?"

She tried to compose herself. "Unless I'm sorely mistaken, and I don't think I am, you do have the finest butt in all England, my dear fiance."

He grinned and climbed on the bed. "My, my, Miss Granger…you were goggling me, weren't you? What a feisty woman you are…"

She winked at him and put her fingers in his hair. "Turn about is fair play, naughty boy."

He closed his eyes, obviously enjoying her caresses. "I totally agree with you here."

She kept on caressing him and gave him a slow and deep kiss. "I don't want to worry everyday for your life, Ron." She said seriously, and a bit sadly. "I don't want you in this danger. This Raven…"

"You don't have to be afraid, love." He whispered, opening his eyes and looking directly into her brown ones. "I can take care of myself."

"I know this, but still…I was very worried this morning, when you didn't come. I thought…"

He silenced her with a kiss, one of his incredibly long, deep and breath-taking ones. When his mouth left hers, he caressed her cheeks and smiled tenderly at her. "I'm sorry, but this is my job, and I love it."

She looked down. "I know."

He forced her chin up with a gentle finger. "Still, you don't have to be afraid. I'll be careful. But I wanna catch that bloody arsehole. I wanna catch him because I'm really tired of all these prejudices against Muggleborns."

She looked into his eyes, and could immediately understand he was thinking about her too. He had always protected and defended her when someone had called her 'mudblood'. She put her head in the crook of his shoulder and snuggled closer to him, while he passed a strong arm around her waist to feel her closer.

"I'm sure you'll stop him. Just be careful, ok?"

He smiled softly and tightened his grip on her. "Ok." And with this, he kissed her senseless, turning the lights off with a snap of his fingers.

Ok, this is all for chapter one. I hope you like it! I'd like to see some reviews for tonight…please!

Oh, and just a thing: English isn't my mother language at all, I'm trying my best but if there are too many errors let me know! Ok?

A little note: you know, when I write a fanfiction, I try to imagine my characters' faces. Do you want to know how I see them? Well, here it is a list:

Ron: absolutely Paul Walker in Fast and Furious

Hermione: exactly like Kate Beckinsale in Serendipity

Harry: so Ben Affleck in Armageddon

Ginny: she's so Claire Danes with red long hair

Lex Nilson: mm…Ewan McGregor in Trainspotting

Sean Hardy: totally Adam Sandler!

Here, now you can figure how I see them. See you! ^^

Sunshine