Ok, quick update. I just had a random fluff attack and dirty minded spree. So, in turn, chapter 7 was born. I hope you enjoy this cuz I know I've been depriving you of what lust Chapter 1 was filled with. Enjoy! Review! And understand…I don't own Harry Potter related crap! YAY! bows down to J.K!

Throughout the next month, Ron and Hermione had grown closer. After Hermione had seen the picture Ron had given her she felt even closer to him. They'd liked eachohter long before they realized and felt like they'd been together longer.

They'd also worked out how to get Harry to fit right along with them. The boys would play chess. Hermione would read, well pretend to read. How was she expected to read when Ron was sitting right next to her, with his leg pressed against hers? How was she expected to read when every time Harry was stuck on what tactic to take next, Ron would sit back, rest his head on her shoulder, and rub her thigh with his hand? They had done some more exploring of one another in the last couple weeks, and she guessed this was the price to pay.

They'd been studying in Ron's room. She was sittingat the foot of the bed and Ron was at the head of it. They'd been facing one another. Hermione would ask Ron a question and Ron would answer. Ron would do the same to Hermione. About an hour or two into their studying Ron desperately wanted a break. He begged Hermione for one for about fifteen minutes before she finally broke down. It was, after all, only Saturday. Hermione was wearing one of Ron's old Cannon shirts. It wouldn't fit him anymore because he had grown so much in the last year since he had gotten the shirt. She was also wearing the jeans he loved most on her. Today was definitely one of Ron's better days. After Hermione gave in, he opened his arms up to motion for Hermione to come over to him. He gave her his best puppy eyes to close the deal. She sighed, with a little smile on her face, closed her book, and crawled over to him. She leaned in to him, with her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her closer to him.

"I like this shirt on you, Mione'"

"I like it on you too." She giggled.

"You know I can't wear that anymore."

"Its ok to wear shirts that are a little too small for you." She giggled again.

"Why's that, my lady?"

"Because…well… you're so…well…just because." She stuttered out.

Ron laughed this time. "Can't make a complete answer, hmm, miss book worm?"

Hermione slapped him playfully. "Don't call me that, Ronald!"

"Ooh, I'm hurt now, you called me Ronald." Ron whimpered dramatically for effect.

Hermione laughed again, and Ron chucked in a low timber. He poked her in the side and she squirmed.

"Rooonnnn, donnnnnn't." She pouted

"Ok, sorry love."

"S'ok," she mumbled into his chest, where her head was resting.

Ron kissed the top of her head, and she looked up at him. In return, she kissed the tip of his long nose. Ron took one of Hermione's flyaway curls and twisted it in his fingers while she rested her head back down on his chest. She breathed deeply, and cuddled more closely into Ron, if that were possible.

"I love you, Ron," she mumbled, once more.

"I love you too, sweetheart."

She looked up at him again, and kissed him on the lips. She pulled away quickly, until Ron had his hands in her hair, and was pulling her back for more. He sat back more against his headboard and Hermione straddled his legs. Ron moaned a throaty moan and brought her closer to him. She took her lips away from his again and began to kiss down his jaw and down to his neck. She found the sensitive spot there, right under his ear and placed feather light kisses against it. He moaned again in response, and his hand found its way under the front of her, well his, shirt. She stopped kissing his neck for a second before starting up again and rubbing her hand along the outside of his right leg until her first finger was latched between him and the elastic of his boxers.

"Oh God, Mione'," Ron managed to growl out before Hermione attacked his lips again.

She decided she couldn't tease him anymore and began to kiss him full force while slowly rocking her hips against his. He couldn't help but react to the intense feeling that was shooting through him and bucked against her.

Suddenly there was a tapping on the window and Hermione jumped off of Ron. She looked around frantically, and noticed that it was only a crow pecking at the window.

"Stupid birds," Hermione spat.

"Mmm.. yea," Ron growled out in his lust filled stupor.

Ron got off the bed then and sauntered up to Hermione.

"What are you doing, Ron," Hermione asked through tiny laughs.

Ron responded with picking her up by her arse and taking the few clumsy steps it took to place her against the wall.

"Ron, oh my," Hermione squeaked out, before Ron's hand was up her shirt again and under her bra.

He captured her lips in the most passionate kiss they'd ever shared. She wrapped her legs around his middle and brought his obvious arousal right against her center.

"Hermio…oh god," Ron growled into her mouth.

Hermione made a satisfied "Mmm" sound, that Ron had become accustomed to as a sign to go right on ahead with what he was doing.

So, he began to massage the breast he had in his hand, andplace kisses down Hermione's neck. Hermione's head was then thrown back against the wall as her eyes fluttered shut.

"God Ron, don't stop, please."

With that, Ron lost all self-control, while still holding her breast in his hand he thrust himself against her and within seconds they were reciprocating each other's moves. Once again, if it weren't for their clothing, the things they were doing would be even less innocent then they already were. Ron once again staggered and took Hermione away from the wall and placed her on the bed, got on top of her and continued with what they were doing. He then took his other hand and brought it down to her jeans to undo her button when Hermione ripped her lips away from his.

"Ron, no, we can't," she stuttered out.

Ron took his hand away feeling extremely guilty and ashamed.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry Hermione, I didn't mean to, its too fast I know." He apologized.

"No, Ron, it's ok…I wa-want to. But, if we keep going like this, I wont be able to stop." She replied.

"Same," Ron replied before taking his hand away from its position on her chest, and wrapping his arms under her back. He rested his head on her shoulder, and they easily fell into a comfortable nap.

Hermione came back to the present and noticed Harry and Ron staring at her.

"What!" she practically shrieked.

"You were starting to drool, Mione', we were worried you'd gone unconscious," Ron replied.

Harry started laughing at the look on Hermione's face.

"What, Harry? Want me to tell Ron your secret about a certain family member of his!"

"Wha—what! N..n..no! Um, what secret!." Harry stuttered. His look was pleading and Hermione could see the look of confusion on Ron's face.

"Oh, you know, just the one item you got from Fred and George."

"Oh ye-yea! That's nothing." Harry replied. Thankfulness was clear across his features.

Ron just shrugged and yawned.

"I'm goin' to bed." And with that, Ron kissed Hermione quick on her temple, bid Harry good night and went to the stairs. While Harry was distracted picking up chess pieces, Ron turned to Hermione and mouthed "10 minutes" and winked. Hermione winked back and nodded. Ron grinned his goofy lopsided grin and walked up the stairs.

Harry told Hermione he was going to walk the corridors for a bit, and Hermione had no problem with that. Harry had been upset about Sirius still and she also wanted that time with Ron. So she Okayed him and hugged him good night. With that Harry was out of the portrait hole, and Hermione was walking up the stairs to visit Ron.

So, what'd you think. I know, I've left you hangin' but I gotta find a way to get Hermione sneaking up there without Seamus and the others knowing. Just bare with me. Leave comments. Tell me how to improve. Please! The more reviews the faster the updates! Honestly…the reviews r mind workers. It's weird but oh well! I hope you liked it!