AN: Hey guys! Happy Holidays! Here's my latest update. I hope you like it. Please review. I didn't get many last chappie and I need to know if anyone is enjoying themselves.

There are a couple of Spill Canvas lyrics scattered in here as well.

After the awkward conversation in the kitchen, the mood lightened, but still possessed that apprehension of waiting. They started off with a rousing and well-matched game of quidditch. Fred and George were split up to be the beaters for each team. Angelina was the keeper on Fred's team, while Ron went to George's. Harry was the seeker for Ron and George, and Ginny on the other side. But the still needed chasers. Ron began to look mischievously over at the blanket that Pansy and Hermione were laying on.

"Oh no you don't Ronald! You know I'm rubbish at flying. I will just humiliate myself." Hermione said, eyes wide. But Ron was already in a dive toward her blanket. George had followed.

"Accio two brooms!" George called. "You're not getting me on that thing, Weasley!" Pansy yelled at George.

"But we need chasers you guys. I promise Fred and George will do most of the work, just if you get the ball try to throw it at the hoop." Ron pleaded.

"Fine." They both said. "But if I fall, it's your neck Ron!" Hermione added. He reached down to help her off the ground and said with a fair bit more seriousness than the situation allowed "You know I would never let you fall."

Fred, Angelina, Ginny, and Pansy eventually won. But it was a close match. Fred scored a fair few goals on Ron by distracting him with taunts. Pansy was just sort of floating on her broom looking frightened. When she did become brave enough to score a goal, Ron blocked it easily. Hermione managed to score a bit due to clever strategizing. She would fly over the goals from above looking as if she lost control, then she would score in an outside hoop over a bewildered Angelina. This caused Ron to get a lovesick look on his face.

The snitch had soared very high, and Harry and Ginny could barely be seen in the clouds. They kept glancing at each other and smiling, both had that determined and focused look in their eyes. When the snitch came into view, they both soared to catch up. They were neck and neck, that is, until Ginny sat up on her broom and lifted her baby blue tank to reveal her exposed breasts. Harry nearly fell off his broom, and Ginny easily grabbed the snitch.

"What happened mate? You botched our game!" George exclaimed. "Well worth the loss." Harry said and winked.

After the game, George and Pansy began canoodling and decided to apparate back to the shop. "That's bloody madness! I mean I get that what she did was great, but geez! George getting all lovey dovey…it makes me want to question everything I believe in." Ron said incredulously. Hermione slapped him on the arm. "I think its sweet." She said. "You wouldn't if you were forced to grow up with those boys." Ginny butted in.

Harry sat back and enjoyed the scene. This was how it was supposed to be. The four of them, just sitting around laughing like normal kids. Even with all of the apprehension behind the friend's eyes, they could still sit there and make the most of things. Harry felt flooded with love. For a few seconds, all of the fear drained away as he admired his friends, his family. He loved Ron (though it made him squirm to admit it). He loved his hearty laugh, fierce pride, and soft spot for the underdog. Harry loved Hermione's brilliance, and how it shone in her eyes, smile, and voice. Harry turned his attention to Ginny. She was gazing back at him with fire in her eyes. He loved that fire. He loved Ginny more than he's ever loved anyone before. It made him feel powerful and powerless at the same time.

I found fountains of imagery that are passing
through me like a knife
From a group of friends that prefer to attack from the back
I'm trying to grasp concepts of your dimensions
While my universe is laced around your wrist

He gulped back a lump in his throat as he thought of leaving tomorrow morning. Would he ever get to come back? Would she be waiting? Harry realized everyone was looking at him and became embarrassed. Ginny stood up and grabbed his hand.

"Come on. I've got a surprise." She said. Harry followed her obediently to the outer edge of the pond toward a patch of trees. There was a blanket spread out with a simple picnic basket in the center. Harry smiled as Ginny sat down and patted a spot next to her. The garish picnic basket, old blanket, and charmed candles that floated four feet off the ground oozed cheese. Harry chuckled under his breath. "I know I know, I'm such a girl." Ginny said blushing.

In truth, Harry actually loved her little display. It made him feel normal, like he wasn't leaving tomorrow but having a quaint little picnic with his best girl. He mused that any minute now he would be giving her his varsity sweater. This caused another chuckle to come from Harry.

Ginny looked up from unpacking the food. She took a mental picture of the whimsical look in Harry's eyes, as it wouldn't be there much longer. He sat down beside her and pulled his legs up to his chest. "What's on the menu, Madam Ginevra?" he asked. "Well sir, 'tis just treacle tarts and pumpkin juice I'm afraid." She answered. But she knew Harry loved treacle tarts. They sat quietly eating their desserts. Harry was enjoying this metaphoric calm before the storm. He became resolute to make this evening perfect, cheese and all. Ginny was startled at the look that came across Harry's face.

I was hoping I could tell you this with two feet on the ground
But I don't think I can talk, because I'm not very stable right now

He grabbed her and kissed her forcefully, knocking her back against the tree and spilling pumpkin juice in the process. Their breathing became heave as hands moved wildly to keep up with their beating hearts.

Harry was overcome with a maddening determination as he pulled Ginny's top off. He was determined to take in ever inch of her soft pale skin, to commit to memory every sound she made. He was shaking with this consuming feeling to posses her, as if doing this would melt away the rest of the world and leave just him and her on this blanket by the pond.

He stood there with her pressed against the tree, her upper body exposed. He ran his hands possessively over her sides allowing his fingers to feel every rib before resting his palms on her hips running his thumb over her navel. He brought his face down to kiss the tops of her breasts before moving his lips carefully over each nipple. Her whimpers and moans were music to him, eliciting guttural sounds from the back of his throat.

She began to pull off the thin ribbed black tank that covered Harry's sweating body. Ginny ran her fingers over the line of Harry's narrow jaw and moved her hands slowly over his chest. She reached down to feel him through his jeans and he threw his had back.

Harry scooped Ginny up and she wrapped her legs around him, kissing his neck and threading her hands through his messed black hair. He whispered, "I love you Gin," over and over in her ear as he laid her back against the blanket. He started kissing her ankles and moving up to lift her legs and kiss the backs of her knees. This caused Ginny to moan slightly. Harry was soon back on top of her, kissing her as they grinded into each other through their shorts.

Harry stopped and pulled his face away so he hovered over hers. He smoothed a stray lock of fire red hair way from her face and let his hand rest beside her cheek.

"Gin, this could be the last time I ever kiss you, feel you, the last time I could ever see you. I don't know if I can do this. What happens if I fail? If I don't make it?" He said, pain etched on his face.

"You're not going to fail, Harry. You will see me again. It's all in here. Everything you need." She placed a small pale hand over his chest.

"If I make it…" he started. "When you make it." Ginny broke in. "I'm going to fucking marry you. Steal you away, marry you, and have a load of irksome little children." He smirked. Ginny became so serious at this declaration. She wrapped her hands around his neck and whispered, "Well you better get a move on then." And kissed him with so much ferocity he almost lost concentration.

In this dream that I had...
'You can't kill heroes'-that's what we said to them
'You can't kill us'

Harry quickly pulled off her torn blue jean shorts and slid off the simple black thong covering the rest of her. He sat up next to her and ran a hand over her body, taking her all in. He moved to kiss a trail to the crux of her legs. He paused for a second and nearly jumped at the sight. She laughed.

"I trimmed it into a lightening bolt. I thought would could match." He laughed and kissed a bit around her navel, causing her to giggle. He said himself up between her legs and opened her up, taking another mental picture of the beautiful thing laid out before him, before running a finger softly over her folds. He felt her shudder. HE moved the fingers in her and began to kiss the inside of her thighs. She began to moan much louder. The moans turned into yells when he put her legs over his bare shoulders and buried his tongue within her. He relished in her taste, as he brought her to climax. He would never get used to having her breathlessly calling his name.

Harry moved to lie beside her and give his neck a bit of a rest. He closed his eyes but they shot back open as he felt warmth envelop his cock. Ginny had her mouth on him and was gazing up at him with her large brown eyes. That was all he could manage.

"Fuck Gin!"

He pulled her up, wrapped his arms around her, and carefully laid her head back against the blanket. He removed his bottoms the rest of the way and propped himself above her.

He slowly moved inside her. The feeling overwhelmed them both as they moaned. He moved slowly, he wanted this to last forever. Fluid motions and heaving breathing soon turned into frantic moaning.

"Harry?" Ginny said. "Mmh?" was all he could reply. "I want to try something." She said. He whimpered as she pulled herself off of him.

"I heard some of the girls talking about this…and I'm just curious." She blushed. Harry rubbed a hand over her cheek. "You're beautiful when you're shy." He smiled.

She kissed him and sat up on her knees. Then she glanced furtively at him and turned herself around. Harry wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her neck, pressing himself into her behind. Harry moaned almost too loudly when she bent over putting her elbows on the blanket.

"Oh Fuck Ginny!" Harry marveled at her red hair, which fell to her sides, and the smooth skin of her arse beneath his hands. She nearly screamed when he moved into her, he feared he did scream. They became lost in each thrust and before long were coming simultaneously and loudly.

As they collapsed onto their outdoor bed, Harry noticed the stars were out. "Maybe we should…" Harry started. "Shhhh" Ginny said. She conjured another blanket and fell asleep against his head. He lay there and stroked her smooth hair until he drifted off as well.

As the dust clears the air, and we're still standing
With smiles on both our faces
We spit their faulty ammo to the ground
and remind them once again
With smiles on both our faces
We spit their faulty ammo to the ground
and remind them once again that you can't kill heroes

Ron and Hermione watched Harry and Ginny leave and were left in a slightly awkward silence. Ron couldn't help but stare at Hermione as she played with the pieces of grass between her fingers. She looked up and their eyes met.

"When are we leaving tomorrow?" She asked, fear present on her face. "Harry reckons 8 am. I am glad it isn't too early." Ron smirked; wanting nothing more than to take her in his arms and make all of that pain go away. He settled for an explanation of the mission. "Harry says we'll start at Godric's Hollow and then he want to go to profess…I mean Remus' house while we go to your parents. I hope you don't' mind…" he added quickly.

"Why would I mind? I would love for you to meet my parents. Considering how much I've spoken of you in the past few years, my mom will be anxious to meet you." She said, and he smiled and moved closer to her. "You looooooove me." He said teasingly. "Yes I do." She said seriously.

They moved together and he placed a hand on her face. He gazed intently into her eyes, as if he were trying to read her mind. He kissed her very softly on the lips, to which she responded with and fierce and passionate kiss. As the kiss intensified, Ron's hands began to travel up over her arms and back. He began to kiss her neck, to which she sighed slightly. He braved a hand and began to run it over her breast, and she pushed herself closer to him. He moved his hand underneath her top, holding his breath. His hand ran over her chest and she gasped and jumped back. He immediately began to mutter hurried apologies at her.

"I shouldn't have gone so far. I'm really sorry. I won't do that again." She sputtered, afraid to look into her eyes.

"It's not your fault, Ron. I just can't keep his eyes and his hands out of my head." She explained. Ron looked at her, bewildered. He knew they hurt her in there, but no one ever told him what went on. He was afraid of what he was catching on to.

"Only Molly and the Healers know what really happened. I think Ginny might too. Did anyone ever tell you?" She asked. Ron shook his head. "I guess the clinical term is that I was molested…" she started, and heard and sharp intake of breath to her side. "Remember when you found me? I had my clothes torn. Draco would come in a lot and he would…Oh god his hands were so cold. His eyes were so scary and his voice made me think he was going to kill me." Hermione couldn't go on. She began to sob.

Ron could begin to feel a dangerous cocktail of emotions brewing inside him. He was filled with rage (of course) and sadness for his love. But he also felt powerless. He didn't stop it. He couldn't help her. He couldn't make her safe. And now someone has touched her and tried to steal away such a big part of her. He was in so much pain he couldn't take it.

"Did He… umm." Ron asked, in barely a whisper. "No." Hermione answered, but didn't look up from her hands. "Everything else though."

Those last words tore through Ron. He didn't know what to do with all of this information. He wanted to scoop her up and tell her everything would be all right. He wanted to destroy everything within a ten-mile radius. He wanted to scream, to cry. He needed to do something. So he ran. He just began to run far away until he disappeared into the woods, to leave Hermione sobbing in the grass.

Hold on to me girl
If you feel your grip getting loose
just know that I'm right next to you
Hold on to me girl
If you feel your grip getting loose
Just know that I won't let you down