Hola, again ( please, please, please review, positive criticism is always helpful!! Alright well in this chapter, things are going to get spicy . . . bwahaha!!!

(2 months later)

"Silencio" Ginny muttered, silent proofing a the room, as she was pushed into an

empty classroom by Harry, Ginny knew that this was the night, the night she and

Harry would prove their love for each other, they were going to have sex. Ginny

found herself being pushed up against a wall as Harry ground his pelvis into hers 'are

we really going to do it here, there's no bed or anything . . .' Ginny thought to

herself. Just then, her question was answered when Harry magically conjured up a

bed and made it land directly in the center of the room. The bed was huge, 'at least a

King Size' Ginny assured herself, it was of course, a 4-poster, with red silk curtains

lining the outside of it, and what looked like, black satin sheets.

Ginny smiled to herself, and wrapped her legs around his waist. He continued kissing

her slowly now, moving his lips down her neck, and she let out a low moan, he had

touched her soft part, a place right near her left ear lobe, and it drove her wild. She

felt her way down his chest and under his shirt slowly lifting it off, him kissing her

the whole time. She closed her eyes and took a breath, and let her head lean back,

letting out another soft, low moan. He began slowly unbuttoning her shirt, she had

thought that today might be the day so she chose what she wore under her clothing

very carefully that morning, he lightly tossed her shirt behind him, and was in awe

when he saw what she had underneath all those sweaters and button-up shirts, today, a

lacy red bra almost blending in with the curtains that covered the bed, he was yet to

see the rest of her. Harry watched as Ginny began agonizingly slowly removing his

belt, then his pants, until he was left there standing with his eyes closed and nothing

but boxers on. He had already become hard, and hoped that Ginny would allow him

to continue. She rubbed her hands slowly up and down his back licking his ear very

teasingly. Oh how Harry longed to touch her, and she him, he nearly ripped her skirt

off, and she screamed in pleasure "oh Harry . . ." she whispered lightly in his ear, and

then breathed heavily on his lips. They now stood, nearly naked in a small corner in

the room. Ginny licked her lips, and began walking to the bed. He caught up with her,

lifted her around the waist and she wrapped her legs around him, wanting more, and

more, and more. She was lowered onto the bed, but quickly tossed around so that

Harry was the one beneath her, she rubbed her hands sensually on his chest, taking in

every detail, for this night, she would never forget. He closed his eyes, and this time

leant his head back in pleasure. She let her hot breath caress his navel, and slowly

moved her hands toward the lining of his boxers, traced her finger around the top and

yet again began undressing him. "I love you" she groaned, and began giving him the

best pleasure he had ever received in his life, her panties now extravagantly wet, and

his penis, hard as a rock, they were now ready. She tossed to the other side of him,

ready for what was next, Harry, unsure of what to do, stopped mid-way of trying to

unhook her bra, as she took his hand in hers and guided it to her back, and flung it to

the other end of the room. He pulled her panties off, and threw a black satin sheet

over both of them so neither would be self conscious, Harry began kissing his way

down her neck, she moaned, rubbing her hands down his chest, she whispered "I'm

ready"

Harry thrust in her once . . . twice . . .three times, and that was all it took, she nearly

screamed as she closed in on her very first orgasm, her body tensed, and finally

released, her breathing got harder, and less steady, Harry collapsed on top of Ginny,

and they both breathed hard, staring into each others eyes, her Hazel ones, and his

deep green ones, and felt comfort in each other, Harry moved off of her, so as to let

her breathe, but this process continued into the early morning hours, until, both

feeling satisfied, got dressed and left the room, making sure it was clear of all

things. They walked down the corridor making sure no one heard them, their fingers

interlocked, and hearts beating fast.

He made sure Ginny made it safe back to her common room, and then left for his.

Too tired to undress, he simply toppled into his bed, fully clothed, and shut his eyes.

He had forgotten what having dreams were like, since he accomplished Occlumency,

he could now fully shut his mind, to anything.

(Back to Ron) (This is a Dream) This dream, was the only dream Ron had had for

nearly a year, but he never got tired of it. He was now on a snowy hill top, Hermione

close by, small flecks of snow gracing her hair, she got on her tip toes and . . . .

"RON GET UP!!!" Dean Thomas, a fellow Gryffindor, shouted. "Oh Hermione . . . "

Ron sighed, as he drooled on his pillow "OI, RON!!" Dean shouted yet again "gerroff

me, agh, wha-huh-oh . . . agh sorry Dean, wha's so important anyways?" Ron

mumbled waking up from his dream. "We've got fucking classes is what's

important!" "i-i-i- thought it was Sunday . . . Oh bugger!" "Ron, you are useless! I'll

see you in class . . ."Dean shut the big oak door, as Ron stumbled out of his beg

putting on whatever he could reach, and picking up a chocolate frog that he would eat

on his way down to Transfiguration, since breakfast would no-longer be served. He

rushed down four stair cases, slid down the fifth, and hopped over the sixth, "why the

bloody hell is this place so big?" Ron yelled in frustration. He was gazing all over

the place when he bumped into an equally frustrated Hermione.

"OI watch where you're going . . . Oh, sorry Hermione . . . I wasn't paying attention,

why aren't you in class anyways?" "I could ask you the same question." "Well I woke

up about," he glanced at his watch "10 minutes ago, what about you?" "I woke up late,

I got down to breakfast late, I finished eating late, and to top it all off I bumped

Malfoy, and he made it a necessity to make my bag fall off my shoulder and slide

down the hall, I've just finished packing everything in," Hermione cried looking

terribly flustered, she grabbed Ron, by the neck and hugged him, and started crying

on his shoulder, he awkwardly patted her back, noticing that even though mad, she

looked gorgeous. Her neat pony tail was flailing all over the place, and was twice as

long seeing as she had straightened her hair, she had a while button-up shirt on with

tie, and plaid skirt, he sleeves scrunched up in disarray. 'WHY, WHY, WHY must

you feel like this over one of your best friends?' Ron scolded himself inside his

head.

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