The sun reappeared bright and early the next morning much to the chagrin of the still tired Malfoy couple. Their night had been filled with sensual touches, deep, wet kisses and frantic fumbling.

Draco, when the heat of the sun beamed through the window of their bedroom, threw back the covers and nudged Ginny to get up. She gave him a rather irritated grunt.

"Ginny Malfoy, get your cute little behind out of bed. There is a lot to be done today. Besides, this is our last day at the Burrow for a while. I know you are going to want to enjoy it to the fullest. Get…up" he said with emphasis on the last two words.

Ginny slowly opened one eye and caught the smirk on Draco's face. Truly, he was a bit much sometimes. Since she was his wife, it was her responsibility to keep him grounded. So, she knocked him to the floor with her feather pillow.

Draco looked up from the ground in shock. When had his cute little wife gotten so damn strong?

Ginny, on the other hand, was in hysterics. Draco Malfoy covered in down feathers was something she would have paid for and she had gotten it for free.

Draco, finally noticing the fact that his wife was very much laughing at him, reached over to the bed and gave a serious tug to the sheets and blankets. Before she knew what had happened, Ginny was on the floor beside her husband.

"Take that you red-headed…ummm…Gryffindor." Draco inelegantly said.

"Is that the best you can do? Really Draco, you are losing your touch." Ginny said as she reached a confident hand out to his person and gave a gentle squeeze.

Draco looked at his wife in amazement. "I have created a monster." he muttered to himself, but Ginny heard.

She gave him a grin and pushed him down…again.

Just as things were getting interesting, their door flew open.

"Ohh…Ohh…sorry…so, sorry…thought something was wrong. Heard loud bumps and- uhh- heard noises that sounded bad." Hermione stuttered out while trying to cover her embarrassment and her eyes after finding Ginny and Draco in such an interesting position.

Meanwhile, Ron was rubbing his eyes and screaming, "My eyes…my eyes…someone put out my eyes."

Hermione grabbed the hysterical Ron and pulled him out of the room as Draco and Ginny watched in amusement.

Once Hermione and Ron were out of their room, they continued their rhythmic joining.

Outside the door, Ron was recovering from seeing his sister having sex with Draco. Hermione was looking very pensive.

Eventually, Ron returned from his hysterical thoughts and noticed that Hermione was very quiet.

"Hermione, are you okay?" Ron asked.

"Did you see what they were doing?" she asked with an odd tone to her voice.

"'Mione, I'll ask again. Are you okay?" Ron said as he grabbed her by the upper arms in a firm, but non-hurting grip.

Hermione shook her head as if to clear it, looked Ron directly in the eyes and said, "Ronald Weasley, WHY have we never had sex like that? She was on top! Did you see? She was on top and SHE was in control. This could help with the problem you've been having. I could slow things down a bit and let us BOTH enjoy it!" She crossed her arms across her torso and huffed.

Ron was red. Not a normal embarrassed red, this was a whole new level of red for the Weasley clan. To make matters worse, Fred and George had been coming up the stairs and were now standing a few steps below the landing he and Hermione were on with huge nasty grins on their faces.

"Come on Hermione!" Ron gritted out between clenched teeth, pulled her into his bedroom and deftly slammed the door in Fred and George's faces.

Not that that stopped them. They simply yelled through the door, "Ron…"

"Hermione, we know…"

"Something that could…"

"Help!"

Ron threw open the door with a viciousness that startled Fred and George and glared.

"Well, you gits said you knew something that would work; let's hear it then." Hermione sagely informed the twins from behind Ron.

"And when you speak, do try to speak in complete sentences." Ron added in a tone that sounded far too much like Hermione's.

"Fine, there is a book that we have in our room that will help. If you want to borrow it, you may. Simply come by tonight after the parents have gone to bed and you can keep it for a few days." Fred informed the couple.

"However, if you are caught with the book; you take responsibility…complete responsibility. We will deny even knowing of the book. Got it?" George said then walked away with Fred to their room further up the stairwell.

Meanwhile, Draco and Ginny had showered and dressed after their morning "exercise." They were now heading down the stairs to eat some breakfast. When they got there only Molly, Arthur, Percy and Harry were at the table.

Draco and Ginny said a good morning to everyone and took a seat beside each other.

Arthur lowered the Daily Prophet and gave them a nod with a smile. Then, he raised the paper back in front of his face and continued with his reading.

Percy returned their good morning with one of his own as he stuffed a piece of toast in his mouth and Apparated to work.

Harry looked both Ginny and Draco in the eye and gave them a sincere nod. He dropped his eyes and continued playing with the bread in front of him.

Draco felt Ginny grab his knee and gave her an odd look. She nodded towards Harry and gave Draco a meaningful look. Draco shrugged and felt his knee being squeezed in a most unfriendly manner. His eyes flew back to Ginny and she gave him an eye bulging, earnest look towards Harry again.

Draco nodded in a defeated way and turned back to his breakfast. Ginny inwardly smiled and also turned back to her breakfast.

Once Draco was finished with his breakfast, he turned to Harry and asked, "Potter would you like to go outside and fly a bit?"

Harry gave Draco a long look and grinned. "Yes, I do believe I would."

The two boys jumped from their seats and headed to their rooms to grab their brooms. Minutes later, they returned with brooms in hand and flew out the back door.

Ginny finished her breakfast soon after and headed back upstairs. When she got to her room, she continued forward and went straight to Ron's room. She knocked on the door and heard a muffled, "Come in…"

She slowly opened the door and walked in. On the floor, Hermione and Ron were sitting in front of the window watching Harry and Draco fly around; they were also holding hands very tightly.

"Hermione, I'd like to talk to you and Ron about your dream before Harry and Draco return. You got a few minutes?"

Hermione looked up and snorted at Ginny's usual question. "Yes, we have a few minutes. What do you want to talk about?"

"Well, I wanted to know why you felt so strongly about your dream, Hermione. Not to be rude or anything, but you are not known for your belief in Divination. Why would you take a dream so literally? Why now?"

"Because I could feel it in the soul of my very being and it made me sick. For two weeks, I walked around with a stomach ache that would not go away. Every time I actually thought about the dream; I would toss my cookies. I have no doubt it is real."

"And you are sure that you are remembering the dream as accurately as possible?"

"Yes, after two weeks I think I have the dream pretty down pat." Hermione responded very seriously.

"And you are sure it was Ron that died? You could not be misinterpreting anything?"

"I don't think so" Hermione replied.

"Okay, thanks. Can I join you?"

Ron responded by patting the floor on his other side. Ginny, with crossed legs, sat down and watched Draco and Harry fly through the sky.  

There, the three sat until they saw Harry and Draco land on the ground and head inside the Burrow for lunch.

They silently got up from their positions on the floor and began their trek downstairs for lunch.

Lunch was very quiet.