Sheer joy. Nothing else. JKR = RICH. ME = NOT. Thanks to Fain. Beta- xtrodinare! Be nice you guys, this this my first attempt at something even remotely close to smut. Damn these plot bunnies.... Sorry if it sucks, but I haven't quite expreniced this, so it makes it harder to write. BTW, sorry this took so long to get up, my E-mail was being stupid and wouldn't let me open the e-mail with the corrected version so I had resend this to Fain... We got it fixed though, which makes me happy. Enjoy. :D

Chapter Three:

Advice From a Father

"Mr. Granger?" He asked, walking a little ways into the study where Mr. Granger was reading the paper.

"Yes, Ron?" He looked up, something Ron was not used to. Before their deaths, if either of his parents were reading The Daily Prophet, they wouldn't look up if he asked them a question.

"Hermione told me that you lost your mum to cancer, and I- I wanted-"

"How I got over it?" He finished the sentence for him. All Ron could do was nod dumbly; afraid he hit on a sensitive subject.

"I grieved, it got so bad that some days I just plainly didn't give a damn about the world and didn't want to leave my bed. Hermione's mum, she knew... she knew how much I loved my mum. She helped a lot. My daughter cares deeply for you, and would do anything if meant that you stop hurting. She buries herself in books so much, most of the time... It's not that we're not proud of her, we are more proud of her than we could ever dream. Take care of her; she needs you to take care of her. At the same time though, Ron, you need to let her take care of you." Ron had a strange feeling that this talk was about to take a very different turn than he had thought, "Sometimes, I think she deserves someone better." He admitted, his ears turning a dark red.

"Has she ever said that to you?" He asked, giving Ron the most sincere look he could muster. He surely hoped his daughter would have never said that to him. He liked Ron; he wanted him to stick around.

"No... But I can't help but think it. She's so intelligent, and beautiful, and deserves someone as great as herself." His ears reddened.

"Have you told her this?"

"Yes, so many times."

"You love her?"

"Yes." He answered sheepishly.

"Have you told her?"

"No. Not that it hasn't crossed my mind."

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She hoped talking to her father helped him. She was reading when he came in. She never heard the door, as her back was facing it. He padded, barefoot, silently across the room.

"Hi Love." His breath was on her ear, and she shuddered.

"You know, if I didn't know it was you, I could have hexed you."

"Love, you know you wouldn't."

"Are you implying I wouldn't just because we're together?"

"Possibly. I'm mainly implying you wouldn't because of this,"his lips claimed hers in a deep and passionate kiss.

"Okay, maybe I wouldn't have hexed you because of that." He bent to kiss her again, but she put her hand up to stop him, "Randy little git, aren't you?" He gave her that wicked grin only he possessed.

"You're so beautiful, how could I not want you? I believe that gives me every right to be randy and to want to ravage you." A blush crept across her creamy white cheeks.

"Oh stop." She said, as he left a trail of wet kisses down her neck.

"Hmm... It's true. You have no idea how much I want you." He growled as he stopped at the sensitive patch of skin just behind her ear, kissing and sucking at it. She couldn't suppress a low moan in the back of her throat.

"Ron." She said, pushing him off her.

"What? We're of legal age."

"Correction. You are of legal age. I am still seventeen."

"Oh what are a few months?" He crawled back into his previous position, and started to kiss her pulse point again.

"Exactly, I'm sure you can wait five months." His eyes widened, five months? FIVE MONTHS? What was she trying to do to him?

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Ron was sexy. There was no denying that. Sometimes, sexy didn't seem to cover it. Him saying he wanted her? Sexy. Him saying that he wanted to ravage her body? Definitely sexy. That she was beautiful? So very sexy. It all made her love him more. She wanted to ravage Ron as much as he wanted her, she was a girl after all, and she did have the same needs as Ron in that way, only slightly less. She could wait until eighteen, she wasn't sure Ron could. She read all about the prospects of sex, but the feelings of lust and desire were so much more than the books had said...

"I see Ron's cheered up some, very good work, Miss. Granger." She hadn't even heard Ginny come in the room.

"How's Harry?" She assumed Ginny had been at St. Mungo's.

"They say that his hand moves a little from time to time now, which is good."

"That's great. Hopefully he'll wake up soon."

"Me too... I miss him."

"I know you do Gin, we all miss him."

"How did you get Ron to cheer up?" Ginny asked, changing the subject.

"He talked to my dad, and came back... better."

"Randy?"

"What?"

"He came back really randy, didn't he?"

"Yeah..." She felt her face heat.

"Stop blushing already. We all know he wants you."

"W-what?"

"Oh God. It's not like we've talked about it! It's obvious, at least to me."

"Okay."

"Hey Beautiful," Ron said, kissing her on the forehead.

"Hi, Ron." She said, falling into Ron's arms as he sat on the couch.

"What are you two talking about?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"Nothing."

"It wasn't nothing! We were talking about how much you want her." Ron's eyes bulged. Did his little sister just say that?

"YOU WERE WHAT?"

"No we weren't, Ron. It's nothing."

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Why Hermione was talking to his little sister about whether they had sex or not was beyond him. It kind of made him mad. Didn't Hermione want him? He wanted Hermione so badly. So badly it hurt at times. He wanted to make her writher under him, make her moan and scream his name. He had dreams about it, he thought about it constantly. He thought about her constantly. He thought about her smile, how she blushed every time he kissed her in public...

"Ron?" It was Hermione, her voice hushed.

"What, Hermione?"

"Are you mad at me?" She bit her lip, which made Ron's eyes darken to cobalt with desire. He closed the gap between them.

"A little. Tell me again why you were talking to my sister about me?"

"It was just-" He cut her off, putting his arms around her waist.

"Don't you want me, Mione?"

"Yes..."

"Then what's stopping you?" His voice was low and husky. It made Hermione's knees weak; she almost couldn't find her voice.

"I've never... you know..."

"Is that all? Hermione, Love, I haven't either. If you weren't doing something right, I wouldn't know."

"I want you, it hurts... but I just can't."

"It's okay; I'm not forcing you into anything. I would never do that, okay?" His eyes lightened, desire faded and concern replaced it instead.

"I know."