There was a knock at the door. "Come in," Ron yelled, not leaving his bed. He didn't look as the door opened slowly. He didn't pay attention when the other side of his bed sagged when somebody else sat down. He didn't pay attention to the hand on his shoulder. But you can bet he payed attention when Hermione put her tongue down his throat.

When they stopped kissing, Hermione looked down at the floor. "Ron, I'm sorry about last night. I really, really love you. Honestly. But, there are so many things that could happen! Like STDs, or I could get pregnant. I just wanna be careful." Her eyeliner was smudged, making her eyes look very sexy, Ron noticed. And the lipgloss! She was wearing it again. Or was wearing it before they had began making out, anyway. A little still clung to her lips. Her perfect lips. Her lips were babbling about pregnancy, and HIV. Her fingers were twisting her hair.

That hair. That hair that was no longer tame and smooth. The wild, curly hair. It reminded Ron of Devil's Snare. So much of it, and everywhere! Then he thought back to first year, when he first realized he loved her. "Are you a witch, or not?" he had asked. Seeing her flustered had been sexy, and seeing her being cautious and almost nervous was sexy now.

"Are you a witch or not?" Ron asked, the words popping out of his mouth before he could stop them.

"What?" Hermione asked, stopping her discussion of trying to hide a pregnancy "bump" and how hard it would be.

"Are you a witch or not?" Ron's face cracked into a grin. "Can't you use an "Anti-pregnancy spell, or something?"

"With what? We can't use magic, Ron!"

"We can't. But Bill, Charlie, Fred and George can."

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"Bill, I'm very interested in girls," Ron pushed up his sleeves and cleared his throat in a very manly way. "Very interested. And Hermione and I...well...," he let his voice trail off suggestively.

Bill nodded, his eyes twinkling. "And," Ron continued, "I want to be safe, you know? No STDs or anything, right?" Bill nodded slowly. "So what do I do?" Ron asked.

"You don't let Mum find out," Bill said. "Ron, you're too young for this type of thing, you know? I didn't get any until I was fifte-," he stopped, suddenly coming to the realization that Ron, himself, was fifteen. "When I had graduated," Bill said. "Sorry."

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"Charlie, I'm very interested in girls," Ron pushed up his sleeves and cleared his throat in a very manly way. "Very interested. And Hermione and I...well...," he let his voice trail off suggestively.

Charlie nodded. "And," Ron continued, "I want to be safe, you know? No STDs or anything, right?" Charlie nodded slowly. "So what do I do?" Ron asked.

"I shouldn't tell you this, but for any kind of STD, you just drink Dragon Piss."

"Really?" Ron looked disgusted.

"Nah," Charlie smiled. "You'll need some lacewings, asphodel root, and bubotuber pus, though."

"Thanks Charlie!" Ron smiled, and hurried off to tell Hermione.

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"What of I get pregnant?" Ron told Fred and George. "I go through all the embarrassment, and that's all she says to me!"

Fred rolled his eyes. "Ron, you need a very complex Anti-Pregnancy Spell," he said solemnly.

"Yeah, a real good one. And its hard to do," George agreed.

"Do it," Ron said. "Please?"

Fred dug into his pocket, and slapped a tiny package into Ron's hand.

"What is it?"

"A condom, Ronniekins. That's the best we can do."

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"Okay, Ron. I'm ready."

Ron had been waiting to hear that for what seemed like forever. He pulled his shirt off. Hermione was wearing a black bra and lacy short-shorts. He smiled, and began kissing her neck. He reached for her bra starp when-

"EW! What the hell are you two DOING?" Harry had arrived early.