"This is our last night." Ron said to Crys. They were both sitting on his bed across from each other, indian-style, their knees touching, the four burgundy curtains pulled closed on all sides.

"Don't say it like that." Crys said firmly, "I'll be back in two months. It won't be that long." but her voice didn't sound very reassured.

"I love you." he said looking right into her eyes, which widened the second he said it.

"You've-"

"I know." he cut her off, "Maybe I waited to long to tell you." he smiled.

She looked at her silver watch, "We've still got two hours until the feast."

"Want a challenge?" he said leaning in closer to her.

She leaned in as well, "Bring it on."

Their lips clashed together and she linked her arms around his neck, pulling herself up to her knees. She continued to lean into the kiss as she tried to remove her zip-up sweater. When it was finally pulled off of her, Ron laid his hands on her shoulders and drew them slowly down her back until they rested n her hips where he rythmically moved his thumbs in circles. Her lips parted and he pushed his tounge between them, inhaling the scent of lilac while he tasted her. She tried to pull off his too-small t-shirt. She kept tugging trying not to break away from him as she did. Eventually she became frustrated and pulled back.

He laughed and she jerkily pulled the shirt over his head. He reached over and pulled off her shirt as well and she attacked his neck. She slowly trailed her way down his neck and onto his bare chest. She continued to work her way down and heard him moan as she did this. She massaged his lower back with one hand as the other tried to undo the button on his jeans.

"No." he said loudly.

She pulled away, confused, and cast him a qustioning look.

"You do that every time and I get no chance." he said. Her look remained questioning but she smiled slightly. He pulled her up eye level with him and sat her down firmly.

"Brace yourself, Ms. Noramison." he smiled and took to her neck, unlatching her black bra as he did so.

"Where is Ron?" Mrs.Weasley asked frantically, "The feast starts in ten minutes and I haven't seen him in hours. Could he be sleeping? Harry, dear, could you go check?"

Harry nodded and ran up the stairs towards the Griffindor tower. He climbed through the portrait hole and looked around the Common Room. No one was there since the feast was about to begin. He ran up the boys' staircase and threw open the door. Ron was standing there, shirtless, watching something on his bed with a concerned look on his face. He didn't see Harry walk in.

Harry heard a voice come from Ron's bed, "Well I found your shirt," a shirt flew out from the four poster and landed on his head, "but no luck on my pants."

Harry laughed out loud. Ron turned, startled, and his ears went bright red.

"Harry?" Crys' voice came again, "That you?" her head popped out from Ron's bed and she smiled. She reached out and put a hand on Ron's shoulder to steady herself and she hopped out of the bed, wearing a only tight green t-shirt and black panties.

"Do you have clean jeans?" she asked Harry, looking around on the floor, "Can't find mine. Ron doesn't have any clean and there is no way I am wearing his dirty jeans." Harry laughed and went over to his trunk. He pulled out a worn pair of jeans.

"These are kind of small," he tossed them to her, "They might fit you." She pulled them on, hand still on Ron's shoulder. they hung low on her hips but stayed up.

"Okay, let's go." she said as she picked up her zip-up sweater off the corner of Ron's bed.

"Well, there you are. Late again!" Mrs. Weasley greeted Ron and Crys. She looked at Crys' jeans, "Remind me to take you shopping for jeans, Crystal, those do not fit properly."

Harry and Ron smiled and Crys nodded. They all headed into the Great Hall.

They took their seats in the chairs that Ginny and Hermione had saved for them. Ron sat in between Crys and his mother on one side of the table and Harry sat between Ginny and Hermione on the other. He looked a bit awkward. Serves him right. Ron thought.

They all ate their fill at the feast and everyone headed back to the tower except Ron and Crys, who stood alone in the freezing Entrance Hall.

Ron looked around awkwardly.

"I'll be back soon, Ron." Crys said sadly, "And now that I've got Aliana," she gestured to the black owl in the cage sitting on her trunk, "I'll write a letter every day and send them all at the end of the week."

"I know." he said, still looking around.

She put a hand under his chin and turned his face to look at her own.

"I love you." she whispered and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him softly on his lips.

"I love you too." he said

She zipped up her sweater and picked up Aliana's cage before putting a levitation charm on her trunk. She walked towards the front doors to the school slowly.

She turned around in the doorway.

"See you soon." she called, and was gone.

Forty-nine days until Crys comes home. Ron thought as he walked back to his Common Room, Forty-nine days.