Chapter Three: Scratching the Surface

Harry and Hermione made their way slowly to Hermione's bedroom. Hermione could feel her ears filling up with blood from the rush that she was getting from Harry kissing down her shoulder.

"God he is such a good kisser!" she thought to herself. "If he kisses this good I wonder how good he …"

"Fuck, I forgot a condom," thought Harry as he removed Hermione's blouse. "I wonder if she takes birth …."

"Control. Hermione, control yourself. You really shouldn't let it get too far. I mean, what would everyone …"

"Think. What spell would protect us?" Harry tried to think of a protection spell but his body was forcing his mind to give up. He just wanted Hermione. NOW.

"Harry I can't wait any longer. Take me please," plead Hermione with hunger in her eyes. Harry responded by taking her lips with his. In the middle of a deep kiss Harry entered Hermione with passion, neediness, and love. Hermione welcomed him with the same elements. The both gave soft moans as they continued to make love.

Hermione felt herself burst with pleasure and Harry followed right behind. For a few minutes Harry laid on Hermione's chest. He could feel her breathing slow down as she cooled down from the activity she just endured.

"Harry you should get going. Everyone will be wondering where you are," said Hermione not really wanting him to leave.

"I know. I just don't want to leave. I want to stay like this forever," he said not opening his eyes.

Just then the phone rang.

"Look, the world is demanding to break this up," said Hermione as she began to squirm under Harry.

"Fine," said Harry as he got up. Hermione grabbed the phone on the 5th ring.

"Hello?"

"Hermione. Hermione it's Ginny. I want to talk to you," said a sad Ginny on the other line. Hermione looked over at Harry.

"Sure, meet me at the Leaky Cauldron in 30 minutes," Hermione hung up the phone.

"I have to go," she said to Harry as she grabbed clothes and headed into the bathroom.

"Is everything okay?" asked Harry as he got his clothes on.

"Yes, just please leave. I have an appointment. I'll talk to you later," said Hermione from the other side of the bathroom door.

Harry did what was asked of him and left. Hermione listened until she heard him leave the other room. Then she took a deep breath. What was she going to do now?

"Hey, aren't you Harry Potter's friend?" asked a tall young man. Ron looked up at him.

"Yes. Yes I am," said Ron with a smile. "The names Ron Weasley."

"Kegan," said the young man.

"Don't you have a last name?" asked Ron.

"Well I'm sure I do. But I currently don't know it. Lost part of my memory went I was eight. No family or friends. I figured since I really didn't have anyone who would worry about me while I was gone, I might as well become an Auror. How about you?" asked Kegan.

Ron sighed. "I have a girl. She is the loveliest woman in the world and I miss her terribly. The very thought of her just makes my heart go insane," said Ron with stars in his eyes.

"Sounds like a keeper," said Kegan.

"Oh she is. She's mine forever," said Ron with a full smile.