This is my first time writing a story like this, so please forgive me if something is not up to par.
All these characters were invented by the ingenious J.K. Rowling. I wish I could have thought up such wonderful characters as these, but I didn't.
Warning: May be some scenes not suitable for all viewers. Read with caution!
Chapter 1: Double Trouble
"Harry Potter…" Voldemort sneered as he turned to his gathered group of most trusted followers. "We must do something to hit him hard. Sirius' and Dumbledore's deaths were evidently no enough. We have rid him of everything that he treasures most…except three things: the son of Arthur Weasley, the mudblood….and Ginny Weasley."
"Alright mate, we'll take that room, and you can take this one." Ron smiled mischievously as he led Hermione into one of the 2 rooms. "Come-on Hermione."
"Oh, Harry!" Ginny moaned as Harry closed the door behind them. "It's been so long!"
"Too long," he breathed as he shimmied out of his pants and started to peel off his shirt. He lunged for Ginny and began to kiss her passionately. "Ginny, Ginny…" He stuck his hand up her dress and moaned as her hand came down below, caressing his cock gently, feeling it harden. He continued kissing her as he took her out of her dress, and tore off her thong. He unclasped her bra, and cupped her, and kissed her down her neck until he reached her breasts. In a quick sudden move she was under him and he had thrust himself into her, pushing harder and going deeper. Ginny moaned. Her back arched with each increasing movement until it stopped and all was still.
Meanwhile, the scene in the room next to them was more subdued. Hermione was three months pregnant and it was beginning to show. Her dresses, which were fairly revealing to begin with, no longer fit. The four friends had come to the USA on a vacation and had made it a point to make sure they went shopping with Hermione: for clothes for her, and her baby. They had been out of school for a while, they were now in their early twenties, and they loved to travel together.
"Have you told your parents yet? About…our baby?" asked Hermione as he lay beside him, on the Queen sized bed.
"Not yet." Before Hermione could lecture him, he added, "Have you told YOUR parents?"
Hermione sighed, "No, but I will."
"You've been saying that for the last two months. But let's forget about them and just have fun. We're on vacation, remember."
"You're right," Hermione agreed.
"Is that a piece of bra I see?" Ron asked, grinning seductively. "Let's see what it looks like!" In a quick motion he took of her shirt and pants. "A matching set, I see!"
"My turn!" Hermione giggled as she ripped off his shirt. "Nothing on here, and …oops!" She pulled off his pants and his boxers. "Nothing on her either!"
"Hermione!" Ron reprimanded, "We don't want to hurt they baby!" But he didn't untangle himself from her.