Poor, poor Ron. In fanficdom he almost never gets decent action. I think of him like the guys in Revenge of the Nerds. Since he's not consumed with the thought of death or prophecies or saving the world, and he seems to be a bit of a hedonist, I figure he'd be damn good in bed (although I'm sure Harry's not terrible). Most folks seem to hand Hermione off to Snape without giving Ron a chance. After doing some research on various sites to find out how little action Ron really gets, I find I must give him another scene with Hermione, even if it doesn't do much for the plot. I promise, plot will happen soon, and I will get on with the story….

A note of thanks to my new beta, TheDivaDivine. She would like me to point out that the first bit is a DREAM SEQUENCE, and no, Ron is not really kissing Lavender. It was a bit confusing on the first draft.

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Half-heartedly kissing Lavender on a chair in the common room, Ron couldn't help that his thoughts wandered from the girl lip-locked to him to a completely different girl, his best friend and a know-it-all, who he would much rather have in his arms. He closed his eyes, imagining he was kissing Hermione, when he felt Lavender move off him suddenly, his eyes opened to find Hermione clutching Lavender's robes, a look of determined fury on her face.

"He's mine! Sod off you slut." She drew back a fist threateningly, but Lavender scurried away.

He stared at Hermione in opened-mouth awe, and she turned her head to face him, her light brown eyes alive with the fire of her anger.

"Godric, you're beautiful when you are angry." He clapped a hand over his mouth. Had he just said out loud? It was true that whenever they had a row lately he had gotten hard looking at her flushed skin and flashing eyes, but he'd never had the nerve to announce it!

She smiled, and climbed on the chair, straddling his lap in a manner more daring and arousing than Lavender had ever been. Her skirt rode up her thighs as she sat on his lap facing him, and he swallowed, embarrassed that she would surely feel the erection that had sprung up painfully in his jeans. Gods…he was dreaming….he had to be dreaming.

Seeking to distract her, and dying for the chance, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. Merlin, this was a kiss! Snogging Dream Lavender had been porridge compared to the banquet of feelings from Dream Hermione. He couldn't get close enough to her, he wished he could curl up inside of her.

Suddenly, they were naked, and she was wrapped around his length, better than any of his dreams or jacking off-sessions. He closed his eyes tightly, willing that the dream would continue just a bit longer…please….

"Merlin, Ron, you are so harrrdddd…" His eyes snapped open, and he was awake. And it was much, much better than stupid dreams involving Lavender. Hermione was gloriously naked and on top of him, eyes closed, her breasts bouncing as she eased up and down his morning erection, her hair floating around her head like an untamed halo.

He smiled, still amazed that she was his now. "Hey, no fair starting without me!" He gripped her hips and bucked up against her. She moaned, and her eyes flew open and she grinned wickedly at him.

"I had to wake you up somehow. Oh, oh, yes!" He changed their rhythm, and she bounced against him at a different angle. Had it only been a few months ago when he hadn't even had the nerve to kiss her? How had he lived before having her?

She smiled down at him, her eyes filled with amusement and love, though still glazed with passion. I think you've got plenty of nerve now, love. Last night was amazing.

Always pleased with praise, especially from her, he gave her his trademark lop-sided grin, and thrust up against her hard, grinding his hips into her. If I like the subject, I can be a very fast learner.

"Yyyeessss…..Oh, gods, Ron!" He could feel how close she was, how wet and tight, her walls pulsing against him. But it wasn't quite enough, and he knew what she needed a moment before she said it.

"I can start without you, but I can't finish without….." he gripped her thighs and flipped them over, slamming her down on her back and ramming into her to the hilt. She was always just a bit looser in the mornings, so he touched her cervix and she screamed, and the shockwave almost sent him over the edge. He bit his lip, determined to make her crazy, and he pounded into her hard, the way he now knew she liked it. No romance for his witch, just action.

She convulsed after five strokes, and she clamped down with her orgasm, shuddering against him so hard that it took all his willpower not to have that and the powerful echo of her peak make him come. He continued his thrusting action, instinct inspiring him to grip her calves and lift her legs, altering his angle just so.

Yes! So….right….fuck! She began to pant loudly, gasping for air as he wouldn't let her relax, and she arched again with another, stronger orgasm. The reverberation of her cursing in his head turned him on so much he couldn't hold back this time, and he came so hard his legs cramped with it. He collapsed on top of her, breathing loudly.

"'Mione, I….pant…I didn't know you even knew that word!" She blushed, a dazed look in her eyes.

He kissed her nose. "I like it." She blushed harder. He rolled off her, and gathered her into his arms.

"Good morning by the way."

She stuck out her tongue. "Good morning to you too."

"You make a much better wake-up call than Moody or Mum."

She rolled her eyes, and sat up. You looked too good to resist.

He pulled her back down to the bed. "More thoughts like that, and we'll never make it downstairs." He gave her a quick kiss, but he stomach betrayed him and growled loudly, protesting at the lack of food after vigorous exercise. Hermione giggled, and his heart did a little flip-flop and how much he loved the sound of her laugh. She rolled off the bed, and stood and stretched, and he watched her naked form arch provocatively in front of him. He reached for her, but she scurried away again.

"You're drooling, Ronniekins. You must be hungry."

"Only for you love." But his stomach growled again, and she rolled her eyes. She stooped to the floor to pick up a discarded robe, and threw it over her head. As her face reappeared, she gave a puzzled look.

She pointed at his dresser, and the book open there. "Were you reading last night?"

Still lost in thoughts of their recent activities, he looked perplexed, "What? Oh, that." He looked at the book, picking it up. "I couldn't sleep, too wound up." She blushed again. "It's really not a bad book. There was this cool bit about Merlin and love spells and a Veil of Time that was right interesting."

"I haven't gotten that far. Let me see." He handed it to her and she sat on the bed. He scooted next to her as she read, drawing lazy circles on her knee, unable to keep his hands off her if he had the opportunity to touch her.

"Ron! This is amazing! This might be really useful. We'd better go look if there is any more on this in the Room of Requirement. Maybe I can get Ginny to find something at Hogwarts too."

Ah, back to work. "Can we have breakfast first?"

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Harry found Ron and Hermione both bent over books at the table in the book room of the Room of Requirement after he'd climbed through the cabinet. Ron seemed to have matured a lot in the last few months, barely complaining anymore about the amount they had to read, and Hermione's efforts to organize the vast collection of books in this room. He even managed to read some of the seventh year assignments that Neville brought for Hermione, since she never really gave up the hope of passing her NEWTs, even if she wouldn't be graduating Hogwarts.

Harry suspected that McGonagall and some of the other Order members even graded her homework. Harry too had read some of the more useful seventh year work, at least for charms and such. Potions he couldn't bring himself to do, though Hermione had found and perused Snape's book that had brought him such acclaim from Slughorn last year. Harry didn't even want to touch the thing, knowing that it had belonged to him. This thought reminded him what he was here to do.

"Hi there."

They looked up, acknowledging his presence, though they had surely heard the door creak open. "Hi Harry," said Hermione. Ron just glared at him. Ron didn't take kindly to anyone yelling at Hermione, unless it was himself. Lately, Harry swore that Ron picked little fights with her, and almost as soon as the yelling began, Ron would yank Hermione into his arms and kiss her, and she would cling to him almost violently, and then the two would Apparate somewhere and no one would see them for at least an hour. Ugh. Harry really didn't want to think about that too much.

Harry sat down. "Look, Hermione…and you too Ron. I'm really sorry for what I said last night. I had no right to…you both have done so much. I really don't know what I'd do without you, though I hate the thought that you might get hurt. It's just…..the waiting. I feel useless, and terrible that I've got you working so hard when you should be safe at school…"

"It's all right Harry. I understand." Hermione looked at him with soft eyes, and he was ever so grateful that she was there.

"Yeah, mate. You've got a lot on your mind. Still, try to keep your cool, eh?"

"Yeah, sorry." He heaved a sigh, and propped his chin on his folded arms. "I think I'm going mad trapped in the house with nothing to do but train in the ballroom and read. I think I understand now how Sirius must have felt." He closed his eyes at the thought, remembering the dream he'd had that morning.

"Harry, about Sirius….Ron found something interesting in a book…"

Just then, the clanking of the warded door from Hogwarts alerted them that someone was coming through, and Luna came in followed by Ginny, and both were engaged in a deep conversation. Harry grinned, suddenly happy at the sight of his love, thought of Sirius and strange dreams pushed to the back of his mind.

"Does it taste better than Lucnok eggs? I've been taking those for a month now, and they are terrible?" Ginny blinked her eyes at this statement from Luna.

"Yes, it really isn't too bad, and you only have to take it once a month." Her voice fell to a hush. "That way, it's easier to be prepared for…" Ginny shot a heated look at Harry, "possibilities." Harry was normally dense, but with an echo of her thoughts gave him enough insight to know that they were discussing something about sex.

Harry looked down, still embarrassed to have others in the room when thinking about Ginny and sex, especially in proximity to Ron.

Luna looked with the round eyes at the assembled group. "Neville sent me with this weeks' assignments Hermione. He's got a meeting with Professor McGonagall this morning."

Hermione spoke up loudly, "Harry, Ron, why don't you two go look up some more books on Merlin on the third level?" Her tone made it clear that she wanted the boys gone. Ron, still a bit clueless, blinked at her.

"Go on then, Ron. Maybe you and Harry can talk about that late wedding gift for Bill and Fleur." She arched an eyebrow suggestively.

"But I already gave them some silverware."

She put her hands on her hips, "Five teaspoons, stolen from Grimmauld!"

Ron's ears turned red. "I don't have a lot of blunt. Harry didn't mind." Harry nodded to back him up. Ron was always sensitive about money.

Hermione rolled her eyes again as Ginny and Luna giggled. "Well, you'll have to talk with him about the other present we could give them. I'm certainly not going to talk to Fleur about it."

Ron's eye's widened in understanding, and Harry got it at the same moment. Oh, the Amora.

The two boys stood up and headed up the staircase in the back of the room, toward the third level. Harry could hear the girls' hushed conversation, followed by a few giggles as they turned to look at him and Ron.

Harry didn't really want to think about trying to tell Bill about the potion, not when Bill would figure out how Harry knew about what it did. Ron was bad enough about him and Ginny, but he really didn't want any other of the brother's giving him dirty looks about his intensions toward their baby sister.

He cleared his throat. "So, Ron, I think you'll have to tell Bill about the Amora. Hermione's probably told you more about it than me."

"Sod off, Harry. I know I'll have to tell him. He'd probably take a bite out of you if he knew what you were doing with Ginny. It'd bring the wolf out of him surer than anything else." Ron swallowed, his ears went red again. "It'll be bad enough the lecture I'll get about me and Hermione. I just hope the prat doesn't crow about the whole thing to Charley or the twins. I'll never hear the end of it. Or, Gred and Forge'll invent some Extendable Eye thingy and try and catch us in the act." He shuddered. "S'bad enough trying to avoid Mum and Dad all the time."

Harry sighed. "I think she's figured it out, Ron. She dropped some hints this morning at breakfast that were pretty clear." Ron stood dead still, and looked a bit green.

"Bugger."

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"So, with all of Ginny's questions, I assume that you two have already made use of this Pentosum potion she was talking about?" Luna was uncomfortably straightforward when she wasn't being downright odd.

Hermione blushed a bit, and both she and Ginny looked at the boys reflexively.

"Are they any good?"

Hermione blinked, and then giggled.

Ginny was the brave one however. "Harry is bloody amazing. What about Neville?"

It was Luna's turn to blush. "We…we haven't quite gotten there yet. I keep thinking that maybe we are being haunted by Decupiding Drelists, but I think it's just that Neville is a bit worried about me. That and it's a bit difficult to find time alone when you are in different houses."

Hermione decided that the question needed to be asked. "Do you love him?"

Luna's dreamy look took over once again, but it was tainted by a hint of sadness. "Yes. He's much stronger than anyone gives him credit for, you know. He…help helped me a lot after…after my father died." Mr. Lovegood had been killed in an attack on the Quibbler over the summer. "And he doesn't mind that I'm a bit odd…he says that after dealing with his parents his whole life, he finds me rather sane. He's very sweet." The girls were silent for a moment."

Luna broke the silence. "So, when's the wedding?"

Both Ginny and Hermione jumped, "Eh…um….what!"

Luna smiled, "Professor Lupin and Auror Tonks. Aren't they getting married?"

Hermione looked at Luna in confusion. Ginny said, "I don't think so, although Mum said she looked in on Moony this morning and he was…well, she said he was fine, but Mum was blushing, so they were probably together."

Luna frowned. "Hmmm…well, we'll see."

Hermione forged on, "Luna, if, if you love Neville, and are willing to become…well, more intimate with him…"

"Well, I wouldn't mind shagging him senseless, if that's what you mean."

Hermione blushed again. Luna always did manage to make her uncomfortable. "Yes, well, we've got this potion we've found that seems to increase your magical powers if you are in proximity to your true love. It…it also…."

"Allows you to sense each other's feelings?" Luna stated, her head at an inquisitive angle.

Hermione furrowed her brow. "Yes, how did you know?"

"Oh, when you and Ronald are reading here, if he scratches an inch, you scratch the same place. Things like that. I thought you might have had some odd new form of Pogre Pox, but perhaps I was mistaken."

Hermione couldn't help but smile, and she could see Ginny chewing her knuckles, trying not to laugh. "Yes, well, the potion does allow you to feel the other's physical sensations some of the time, even thoughts occasionally, when you are…very close."

"It makes the sex amazing." Ginny blurted out.

Luna looked very intrigued. Hermione fished the unbreakable vial out of her robes, where she kept the remaining potion for safekeeping. "If you think he might be interested, give it a try. We think the increase in power will help in the War."

Luna took the vial. "This should keep those Decupiding Drelists from bothering us anymore. Thank you."