Author's Blab!

Hey, I have another chapter here for you guys! I hope you enjoy it, for I really enjoyed writing the second half of the chapter. Hope you like!

And don't forget to review, for I get terribly worried when I don't hear anything from you guys... it bugs me!

With Love, Gabby ;)

-Twelve Pancakes Each-

It was eight o'clock in the morning on Boxing Day and Hermione was feeling very good as she lay in bed, Ron's bed, and stared at her fiancé.

She smiled as she watched Ron sleep silently next to her and thanked high-heaven that her soon-to-be husband was not a snorer.

She lay quietly next to him, and because the house seemed fairly quiet, she felt no need to rush out of Ron's room just yet.

It was probably the best experience; waking up to the one you love and she didn't want to end it for the world… but she was also feeling exceptionally horny at the same time…

Ron suddenly made an awkward noise in his sleep and rolled onto his back. Hermione lay rigidly in bed and waited until he stopped moving before she moved an inch.

She was torn.

Should she lay there quietly and watch him sleep? Or should she ruin a perfect moment and wake him up to make hot, passionate love?

Hermione got hotter as she thought about Ron holding her in his arms as he gently slid in and out of her… his hands rubbing her back and traveling down to squeeze at her butt… his soft lips on her neck and his hot breath in her ear…

Hermione made up her mind right then and there and she smiled as she gently pulled herself close to him. She carefully lifted her arm and placed it gently on his chest, but Ron didn't wake up.

She then lifted her hand and gently began to rub his chest, but he still remained sleeping.

Hermione redden. She felt foolish for what she was doing but she was oh-so-desperate at the same time and so she lifted her hand up to his head and began to finger his hair; still nothing.

And so, becoming increasingly frustrated, she did the one thing she knew would work for sure. She slowly lowered her hand underneath the covers, gently lifted up the waist of Ron's pants and slowly rubbed him up and down.

After a few minutes Ron was slowly pulled out of sleep and he smirked as he opened his eyes and looked to his left. There was Hermione with a small, innocent smile on her face as her left hand was busy down his pants.

"I see you're feeling better." He said and rolled over on his side. Hermione removed her hand and pulled Ron into a tight hug. She took in a deep breath and enjoyed the scent of him fully.

"Yes, I am feeling better; I'm feeling great! And do you know why?"

Ron pouted his lips, "Is it because you gave me a morning hard on?"

Hermione softly punched his arm and smiled, "No, it's because I got to wake up next to you this morning."

Ron smiled in return, "That was my second guess."

Hermione smiled and then sighed, "Yesterday was quite a day, wasn't it?"

"You tell me. I heard from Ginny that five Death Eaters attacked your house…"

"Yes, there were five… but I have to say, I'd much rather take on a million Death Eaters than have to confront my parents about getting married ever again."

Ron's heart froze when he heard this. With all of the focus being on Hermione's safety, Ron had completely forgotten the reason why she had returned home in the first place.

"Was it really that bad?" asked Ron timidly, unsure whether or not he wanted the answer.

Hermione smiled, "Actually, it wasn't that bad at all. I think the whole issue of mine and their lives being in danger made my getting married so young in life seem like a gust of wind, compared to the tornado I was expecting."

Ron looked Hermione in the eye, "So… that means they're okay with it? I mean they don't hate me, do they? Can I expect to have death threats coming to me soon?"

Hermione laughed and then quickly lowered her voice, "No, there won't be any death threats coming your way. But you must keep quite," she whispered as she slowly crawled on top of Ron, "I really wouldn't want anyone to interrupt us."

When Hermione was sitting firmly on top of Ron, she grabbed the bottom hem of the baggy shirt she was wearing and lifted it up and over her head.

Ron stared up at Hermione who was sitting on top of him, bare breasted and looking absolutely breath taking. He smiled and closed his eyes as he reached forward and pulled Hermione down for a hug.

He hugged her long and tight, silently promising to himself that he would never, ever let her go. But after a few moments, his grip released and Hermione kissed him gently on the lips.

She kissed him again, but this time his lips parted and Hermione gently rubbed his tongue with hers.

They kissed silently, with every other kiss causing their breaths to quicken, and before they knew it, Hermione was rocking back and forth on top of Ron; him inside of her. Both of them were trying their best to hold in their cries of passion, for the last thing they wanted was to be interrupted…

Maybe it was the drama from the night before, the fact that one of them may have died. Or maybe it was just the silence of it all, but some how Hermione and Ron made love for a full hour, without stopping once. And when it was over, Hermione rolled off of Ron and lay on the bed beside him, happy as ever.

Knock-knock!

"Who is it?"

"Ginny it's me," said Hermione through the door. Ginny put down her knapsack and walked across the room.

It was 9:20 am and Hermione had just left Ron and decided she should stop by Ginny's room and make sure everything was alright. Hermione knew that Ginny had been acting strange yesterday and she was concerned.

"Hey," began Hermione with a smile on her face, "everything alright?"

"Yup," said Ginny cheerfully, "everything is pretty good. How are you feeling?" asked Ginny more concerned.

Hermione lifted her hand and waved, "Good, good. But Ron's gone and made a big enough fuss over it to last a life time so I don't want to hear anymore about it." she said with a smile. "Everyone is safe and that's all that matters."

Ginny smiled at Hermione and let her into the room. Hermione walked up to Ginny's bed and sat down, and Ginny continued to pack her things.

Hermione quietly watched as Ginny packed her knapsack full of school items, and as she watched, she couldn't help but notice that Ginny was blushing.

Hermione smiled, "So, I see you're in a better mood."

Ginny turned around, "Hmm?"

Hermione smiled, "I don't know, you just seemed so down yesterday morning, and now you're blushing and smiling to yourself."

Ginny blushed even harder, "Well, yesterday I had a lot on my mind. And now… I have even more."

"Care to share?" asked Hermione now grinning as she wondered what had made her friend so happy. Ginny stopped packing and slowly turned to face Hermione.

She took a deep breath and got very serious, "Okay. But if I tell you, you have to promise not to say anything to anyone. Especially Ron, because he'll just make a big deal out of-"

Hermione raised her hand and cut off Ginny, "I promise I will not tell a soul. Not even Ron. And you know, just because I'm going to marry your brother doesn't mean that you can't trust me with your secrets anymore. I'm not going to tell him anything."

"Good." said Ginny and she ran to her bedroom door and locked it shut. "Okay. I don't know how to say it, so I'll just say it," she began getting all worked up inside. "I think I'm head-over-heels in love."

Hermione's eyes widened and she leaned forward on the bed with interest. "Really? Are you sure? Have you told him how you feel?"

Ginny bit her lip, "No, but it's kind of hard, I mean I don't know how he feels about me."

Hermione made a face, "Well you've been dating for more than two years Gin. I think he must feel the same way, don't you?"

At those words, Ginny froze on the spot and stared at Hermione.

Here she was, expressing to Hermione her feelings for Harry while Hermione thought that she was talking about Dean.

Dean, reminded her head, as in your boyfriend, Dean.

Ginny gulped down and quickly lost her smile as a thick sheet of guilt slipped over her. How had she forgotten about him? Dean, the guy she had been with for two years… I mean sure, it hasn't been the greatest two years, but how could I just forget all about him?

Ginny slowly walked towards the bed and let her body slump down.

"Ginny what's wrong?" asked Hermione worried.

Ginny looked over at Hermione beside her and slowly shook her head, "You thought I was talking about Dean, didn't you?"

Hermione stared at Ginny with an odd expression and then she let out a low "ohhhh" and nodded her head.

"Is it who I think it is?" she asked as she eyed down to the makeshift bed on the floor where Harry had been sleeping only an hour before.

Ginny bit her lip again and nodded slowly. "I feel so stupid! I mean, how could this happen? I thought I was over him, I really did. But then, on the night of Christmas Eve … I don't know!" said Ginny as she got off of her bed and threw her arms in the air.

The frustration within her was slowly raising, for she had had this talk with Hermione so many times before, and each time had only left her more hopeless then the last. But she didn't care how hopeless she would be feeling in the next twenty minutes, she needed to say it again,

"I mean, why do I always think about him? Why? I thought I was over him, I really did! I told myself that if he didn't want to date me, fine. I'd - be - fine. I believed it too. And I was okay - I was fine!

"I mean sure, when I found out he was dating Luna, I was hurt! I mean, who wouldn't be? But I didn't say anything. I didn't spend days and days crying my eyes out over it. I mean, sure, sometimes when I think about him holding her in the hallway... kissing her and hugging her tight," began Ginny, the anger and jealously raising in her, "staring at her with his beautifully green eyes - I get jealous! I mean, why should she be so lucky? Huh? What does he see in her that's sooo great? What makes her better than me?" Ginny asked more to fate than to Hermione.

"I mean I'm good looking, right?"

Hermione nodded.

"Yeah, and-and I play quidditch! I mean, have you seen her? Half the time when Harry tries to talk about quidditch to her, she just goes off on this wild story of how the Quidditch World Cup is a cover-up for the evil doings of the Ministry for Magic! I mean, what the hell is that?" asked Ginny, and Hermione shrugged her shoulders.

Ginny continued to pace the floor angrily, "I have way more in common with him then she has, and, and-"

She didn't know what else to say that would confirm that she was in fact a better match for Harry, and so instead of talking, she stopped pacing the floor and hung her head into her hands. She had been trying for so long to hold back the tears, but this time she didn't care. She just cried softly into the palms of her hands.

Hermione got off of the bed and went to comfort Ginny. She walked up behind her and gently placed an arm around her back, soothingly hugging her.

"Don't worry… Everything will work out… Everything will turn out the way it was meant to be."

Ginny slowly wiped her face and smiled at Hermione. She knew what the statement was: the fate card, used by girls all over the world at a time when their friends were in need of hope.

It read like a bottle of face cream, the kind that older women cling to in hopes of stopping the effects of time: One quick application will leave you feeling fresher and more confident then before! Will stop the effects of time and will make near impossible things happen in the blink of an eye!

It's one of those statements that girls hate to hear, but always say to their friends in a time of need: put your faith into the fact that if it was meant to be, it will happen, somehow and against all odds.

"Come on," said Hermione as she gently walked Ginny towards the door, "Let's go downstairs and have a big pancake breakfast! We'll have twelve pancakes each with lots of whip cream and strawberries… oh and chocolate shavings too…"