Harry pulled Ginny through the cabin door, not breaking thier kiss. Her body softly hit his and he heard her moan. His hands ran all over her curves, curves he had been dreaming about touching again. Harry had lied to Ron, when Ron had asked if he and Ginny had ever had sex. He probably should have told Ron the truth but he had no desire to suffer through having a broken nose again. Focusing on Ginny, he moved his mouth from her lips to just under her ear and nibbled at the sensitive skin there.

Wait, what was he doing? He and Ginny had broken up. And Ginny! How did she get here? Harry pulled back, "Ginny, no we shouldn't."

"Right." She sighed, and stepped back and away from Harry. "You're probably wondering why I'm here."

"More how you got here than why."

"Can we sit?"

Once they were settled, Ginny on the sofa, Harry acoss from her in the arm chair. Harry had slid the coffee table in between them, to serve as a barrier, he asked, "Ginny, I didn't tell anyone where I was, Lupin is the only one who knows where this cabin is..."

"Oh, come on Harry. You of all people should know that my powers of persuasion are great." She smirked, making him smile.

"Lupin told you where to find me?"
''Yes, are you angry?"

He should be, he should be really angry but he wasn't. Truth be told he had been feeling a tad lonely with first Hermione leaving and now Ron, he was actually relived to see Ginny.

"I'm not angry, but now we can move onto why you are here."

"Why I'm here right. Honestly I don't really know. Once second I'm in Hermione's livingroom, picking books up off her floor the next I ran into Lupin and was begging him to tell me where you were."

"You can't stay Ginny." This was far to dangerous, he didn't even trust himself around these werewolves.

"Yeah, I know I just...I guess I wanted to see for myself that you were okay."

She really was the most amazing person, and beautiful. He had forgotten just how bloody sexy she was. Every strand of her firery hair to the tinest freckle on her nose was absolutly perfect.

"Screw this." He said in a low voice, shoving the coffee table out of his way and pulling Ginny to her feet.

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"Hermione are you feeling okay?''

"Fine, why?"

"You look a little pale."

They had almost finished unpacking the flat. Ron had to admit they had done a pretty damn good job. He and Hermione were just finishing up the kitchen, putting away the remainder of dishes.

"Maybe you should lie down for a bit. All this work must have done a number on you."

"Really Ron, I'm feeling perfectly fine." She insisted, taking a glass he had handed her and setting it in the cupboard.

The flat certainly looked better than it had this morning, all the boxes had vanished and Hermione had finnally stopped making him move around the furniture. He had even painted the baby's bedroom. Pink, of course and he charmed the little bunnies on the boarder to wiggle thier tails.

"So, when should we tell the rest of the family that we are having a girl?"Ron grinned and rubbed Hermione's stomach.

"How about on Sunday? Instead of having dinner at your mothers we can have sort of a house warming here."

"Perfect." He kissed her belly. "I'll go owl mum and dad."

He had been gone two minutes, if that and when he came back into the kitchen his stomach dropped.

Hermione was lying on the floor and she wasn't moving.

"Hermione!"

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Ginny ran her fingers along the front of Harry's shirt, lingering on the hemline before slipping underneath. Harry pulled back and tugged off the shirt, letting it fall beside them on the floor. Somehow they had ended up on the floor, kissing like they were going to lose each other at any second.

The heat they were creating was unbearable and piece by piece the clothing was comming off. Ginny was working on unbuttoning Harry's jeans when he suddenly pulled back.

"This probably isn't the greatest idea." He panted, furiously trying to regain control over his brain.

"It's not like we haven't before." She kissed his shoulder.

"Mmmm..." It felt so good to feel her lips on his skin again.

"Who knows what will happen in the future, with this war going on we don't...nothing is certain. I just want to be with you now." She whispered in his ear, letting her lips lightly graze it.

She was right, who knew how much time they had? He might not make it through this...Harry nodded and pulled her body back down to his on the floor. He gently rolled them so that he was on top of her supporting most of his weight on his left arm.

Ginny trailed her leg up his and hooked it around his waist, forcing the lower portion of thier bodies even closer. Genlte became rough, slow became fast, and tame became hot as they tried to quickly rid each other of the rest of thier clothes. Pent up need and frustration was being released at an alarming rate as the two re-discovered each others bodies.

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Two hours. Ron had been sitting in this blasted waiting room for two fucking hours. When he reached St. Mungo's, Hermione unconcious in his arms, a healer had taken her behing those doors and told him to stay here. They hadn't come out to tell him if she was alright, or if she wasn't.

So he waited.

Too nervous to sit, Ron had paced the length of the waiting room floor too many times to count. He didn't know what had happened, on minute she had been fine then...she had looked a little pale but said she was alright...

"Mr. Weasley?" A tall man with square glasses and a slightly balding head had come out from behind the doors.

"Yes, that's me. How is my girlfriend?"
"She is just fine."
"And the baby?"
"Fine as well." The healer smiled.

"Well, then what happened?"

"In a nut shell, Hermione seemed to overwork her body to the point where it basically shut down. Her body felt it needed rest and Hermione wasn't giving it rest. Does this make sense to you?"
It did. "We just moved so there has been alot of packing and un-packing to do, plus she is helping my sister finish her schooling."

"You're going to have to insist she take it easy on herself. Cut back on some of the more stressfull activites, these things can put a witch into early labor and we certainly don't want that."

"No, no we don't. Can I see her?"

"Sure, I'll take you."

Through the doors they went, the rooms looked similar to the one his dad had been in a few years ago.

"Here we are. I'll give you a minute."

Ron went in the room to see Hermione in a hospital bed, fidgeting. "Hey there." He whispered, not sure exactly why he was keeping his voice so low.

"Oh Ron, this is awful!"

"Shhhh...the healer said you'll just have to take it a little eaiser on yourself."

"Take it easy! Does he know what is going on in the wizarding world? How can I take it easy?"

"You are going to have to try." Was she seriously saying that she wasn't going to relax?

"Ron, I know you are concerned..."
"Damn right I'm concerned! Hermione you could have really hurt yourself, or the baby."He raised his voice.

"I only fainted!" She exclaimed, "And I don't see why you are getting so angry, I'm the one who is carrying our daughter, me not you!"

"Did you get like a fresh batch of pregnancy hormones today or something?"
"Oh, yes. Blame it all on the hormones!" She yelled.

He was silent, words seemed to be a very dangerous thing right now. Why was she arguing about taking it eaiser on herself? "You're not going to realx, even a little?"

"Look, I can't just cut everything out of my life because it's too stressfull. I'm..."

"You're having a baby! And you could be putting her at risk!" Ron emphasized the word her.

"Like you care!"

Ron felt as if he had been hit in the stomach. Hard. And several times over. "What do you mean?"

"Things would be a lot better if I hadn't gotten pregnant."

"Are you suggesting that I would be happy if something happened to the baby?"

"Would you?"

That was it, he couldn't take anymore. Being calm (Oh, yes he had been calm up untill now) had gone right out the window. "Damnit Hermione! I'm here aren't I? I left my best friend who is fighting this war pretty much single handed to be with you. To be here so that I wouldn't miss anything!"

"Well, maybe you shouldn't have!" She screamed. "Maybe you should just leave!"

"Maybe I should!" He yelled back, than turned and stomped out the door, slamming it with impressive force.

He only got to the outside of the building before he realized he had walked out.

On not one, but two.

A/N: You like?

Next Chapter: Ron and his dad have some father/son chatting time.