Sorry for the long hiatus. Here's and extra long chapter to make up for it. Enjoy! 😊

Harry paced in front of his couch with an intensity that was getting on Hermione's nerves which were already a mess to begin with. "Harry, sit down!" she snapped. She took a deep breath and said gently, "Pacing isn't going to do anything but tire you out. Please sit down." She pat the seat next to her.

Harry plopped down next to her with a sigh. "I know, Mione. I'm just nervous. They're our best friends." Hermione leaned over and rest her head on his shoulder. She was nervous too. They had decided to tell Ron and Ginny that they were dating that evening at their weekly movie night. While it was still early in their new relationship, there was no way they could or wanted to keep this from them. She didn't think they would be upset with them, but the Weasleys were famous for their fiery tempers. So, there was always a chance that this may not go well. They weren't just telling their best friends, but also their exes.

A knock on the door stopped their musings and they stood. Harry gave Hermione a quick kiss before opening the door. Ron burst through first. "Harry! Mate!" He said throwing an arm around the other man. "I can't believe it's almost been two weeks! Mione!" he exclaimed when he saw the brunette witch in the foyer. An elbow came seemingly from nowhere and hit Ron squarely in the stomach. "Oof!" he grunted before doubling over. A petit red head appeared behind them.

"Move, Ron!" the woman said shoving past her brother. "Harry! Mione! I've missed you!" she cried as she hugged one, then the other.

"Dammit, Ginny!" Ron yelled, rubbing his stomach. "Did you have to hit me?"

"No," she said brightly. "I could have hexed you. Honestly, I think I deserve a thank you for my restraint."

"Not bloody likely," her brother grumbled.

Harry laughed, "Why don't we move to the living room. If this is going to turn into a firefight. I think we'd all appreciate the extra space."

"What's for supper?" Ron asked as he wondered into the living room. Both women glanced at each other and rolled their eyes.

"Pizza," Harry replied. "I was just waiting for you to get here to order."

"Perfect! " The ginger wizard exclaimed. "Couldn't find decent pizza in Bulgaria."

"Get off it, Ron," Ginny scolded. "You act as if you were starved. Stop being melodramatic."

Ron nudged Harry and whispered, "Gets more and more like Mum every day. You really dodged the Avada with that one, mate."

Harry had the good sense to keep his mouth shut considering both women were glaring in their direction.

*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*

Once everyone was seated and beers had been passed around, Harry cleared his throat. "I have something to tell you," he started.

"Is something wrong? You look like someone died," Ron said. "Wait, no one died did they?"

"No. No. it's nothing like that," Harry quickly responded. He looked to Hermione. She understood his fear. She'd be lying if she said she didn't harbor those same fears. They both lost their families and were eternally grateful to the Weasleys for enthusiastically accepting them as their own. It was something she was terrified of losing.

Hermione rose from the couch to stand next to Harry's chair. "Harry and I are dating," she announced. They hadn't been sure what reaction they would get from the Weasleys, but what they got was confusing at best.

Ron jumped up from the couch, "you have got to be bloody joking," he yelled. He started pacing as he continued to rant. As much as Ron's reaction startled them, Ginny's just baffled them. She was rolling on the couch laughing hysterically. Harry and Hermione looked to each other for explanation, but all they could do was shrug.

"You couldn't wait a few more months?" Ron ranted. "And shove off, Ginny. You didn't win either!"

The ginger witch tried to get control of her giggles as she wiped tears from her eyes. "Yeah, but at least you didn't either."

The ginger wizard dropped himself back onto the couch with a huff. "It was over 100 galleons, 100, Gin."

"Could someone, please, tell us what's going on?" Hermione finally interjected.

Ginny took another large breath to compose herself and said, "Sorry," She took another calming breath. "Ron's just sore that he lost the pool."

"What pool?" the other witch asked.

"The pool for when you two would get together," she responded casually.

"I was only two months away," Ron grumbled until he looked up hopefully at the new couple. "Could you just not tell anyone until after the New Year?"

Harry was about to agree, when both witches shouted, "No!"

"Ronald, we will not be deceiving our friends, so you can win a bet," Hermione scolded.

"It's not a bet, it's a pool," he said under his breath just for Ginny to punch him in the arm.

Harry frowned, " You set up a pool on us?"

"I didn't do it!," the other wizard exclaimed. "George did!"

Ginny giggled. "George started it about two years ago, as a lark and it kinda got out of hand," she explained.

"And the pot got big," her brother added.

"So, you're not mad at us?" Harry asked.

"No, mate. It's obvious you two are crazy for each other. We've just been waiting for you two to figure it out," he answered.

Instantly he found himself in Hermione's tight embrace. Startled and somewhat confused, Ron wrapped his arms around the witch. He looked to Harry and saw the man slump in weary relief. Surprised again, he turned to his sister. Her giggles had ended and she frowned at her friends' reactions.

"Hey, what's this?" he asked gently. Hermione only responded with light sobs. "You didn't think…." He started. At a loss once more, he looked to Ginny.

She stood and pulled Harry out of his chair and into a group hug with Ron and Hermione. "You two are family. Nothing you do will ever change that. You're stuck with us whether you like it or not," she said firmly.

A silence fell over them for only a moment before Ron added, "You know I love you and all, but I'm starving and someone mentioned pizza."

*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*

An hour later, everyone had settled around the TV, pizzas arranged on the coffee table, while Pirates of the Caribbean played."They should have taught sword fighting in Hogwarts," Ron commented between bites.

Ginny rolled her eyes, "I can't believe you keep ordering pepperoni and pineapple pizza."

"Oi! I know all of you snatch a piece sometimes," he accused. No one said a word as they pretended not to have heard him.

"Oh, yeah, play dumb, but none of you can deny the deliciousness of sweet pineapple with a spicy pepperoni," he said before taking another bite.

Hermione leaned over and whispered to Ginny, "At least he stopped getting anchovies." The other witch nodded her head in agreement, before turning her attention back to the movie.

Hermione hopped up from the couch, "I need another beer. Anyone else?" she asked. All of her companions raised their hands. "Harry, could you help me with that?" Harry frowned in confusion, but got up anyway, following her out of the room. Ron and Ginny shared a knowing look, shrugged their shoulders and turned their focus back to the swashbuckling action on the screen.

*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*

Harry rounded the corner into the kitchen. "Why did you need my…" His question was cut off by Hermione's lips as they crushed into his. Startled but by no means displeased, he eagerly returned the kiss. Pulling back slightly, he asked with an amused smile, "Not that I don't enjoy this, but what is going on?"

Hermione bounced on the balls of her feet. "I'm just so relieved and happy," she started. "This just went so much better than I ever imagined. I don't know, it just seemed like the occasion called for a kitchen quickie," she said pressing herself against him.

"Now?" he asked.

"Yes, now," she said playfully. "Unless, you're not up for it…"

Oh, he was starting to get "up" for it, but he wasn't sure of the timing. "Ginny and Ron are right in the other room."

"I know that," the witch replied. "Just throw up a muffliato if you don't think you can be quiet. Besides, it's not like they haven't done it."

"Wait! When was that? Where was that? Who..?" he sputtered.

"Harry, do you really want to discuss this now? Or would you rather celebrate the fact that our best friends and family accept us by getting balls deep in me?" she asked while cupping his growing erection.

Harry groaned at the sensation and quickly flicked a muffliato at the door. Hermione smirked. "Good choice," she said as she started to drop to her knees. The wizard halted her movement with a firm hand on her elbow. She looked at him questioningly.

It was Harry's turn to smirk. "You said nothing about head, Mione," he said in a low growl. "You promised balls deep and I mean to claim my prize." He quickly spun her around and bent her over the counter. He wasted no time unbuttoning the witch's pants and pulling them and her knickers to the floor. Hermione only had time to release one foot from her pants, before he kicked her feet apart as he undid his own trousers.

Hermione felt Harry run a finger through her slick pussy lips and moaned. Pleased with what he found, the man lined up his cock and slammed into the willing witch. She tried to muffle her scream of pleasure at the sudden intrusion, since she wasn't sure of the strength of the silencing charm.

"Fuck," Harry hissed behind her. He took a moment to get control of himself before he started to drive into the witch. He didn't know if it was the enormous wave of relief, the giddy excitement of unexpected but very welcome sex, or that he was still in awe that he was finally getting his chance with Hermione. Whatever it was, his body was on fire. He looked down at the witch's fine round ass which jiggled every time he slammed into it. On a complete whim, he gave her ass a quick smack. It wasn't something he'd tried before since it just seemed silly, but hearing the resulting low groan from Hermione and how her quim tightened around him, he changed his mind. He swatted her again, and Hermione arched her back moaning, "Yes, Harry. Please. Just like that."

Harry cursed again and increased his pace. He gripped her hips tightly, pulling her onto his cock with every thrust. He peppered in sharp smacks to her backside, which never failed to elicit the most delightful moans and caused her cunt to squeeze his cock. "God, you're so bloody perfect, Mione," Harry said breathlessly. "I'm not going to be able to hold on much longer."

Hermione gasped. "Don't! Don't hold back, Harry. Ream my pussy and come in me!" she begged. Harry was more that happy to give the witch what she wanted. He rode her until his balls tightened, and he exploded inside her with a few more vigorous strokes. "Fuck!" he cried out. They both stayed in place for a moment, catching their breath.

"That was amazing," Hermione said.

Harry frowned, " You didn't come."

The witch laughed. "And I don't need to for it to feel bloody amazing," she replied.

"Well, I have a reputation to maintain," he said. Hermione was about to ask what he meant, when Harry spun her around once more and lifted her to set on top of the counter. Within seconds, he had parted her thighs and dropped to his knees.

"Harry, you don't need…" the witch started before Harry ran his tongue through her folds.

Harry didn't mind going down on a bird that he'd cum inside. Tasting himself wasn't unpleasant, and he'd learned that many women found the act highly erotic. Most men avoid tasting themselves like the plague. He, on the other hand, found it satisfying knowing that it was his cock that made her so wet, it was his cock that had cum in her.

Hermione threaded her fingers into Harry's hair as she enjoyed his work. She encouraged him with words of praise, and soon was thrusting herself into his face, riding his tongue. Sensing the urgency of her need, Harry inserted two fingers into her messy cunt and began thrusting vigorously as his tongue attacked her clit. She screamed as her orgasm hit. Harry gently coaxed her through it.

"Damn, you really are good at that," Hermione praised. Harry grinned up at her. His face wet from their combined fluids. He grabbed his wand and cleansed them with a flick of his wrist.

"We should probably grab those beers before someone comes looking," Harry said.

Hermione laughed, "Oh, I'm sure they know better than to check on us."

They retrieved the bottles and made their way back to the living room. The gingers on the couch didn't even bother to look in their direction, eyes glued to the screen.

"Took you long enough," Ron grumbled as he was handed his beer.

"Stop whining, Ron. At least they had the decency to use a silencing charm," Ginny remarked.

"Uh, sorry guys," Harry began. "I..uh…didn't realize we'd been gone that long," he apologized.

"I'm not sorry," Hermione said cheerfully as she retook her seat on the couch. Harry flushed red as the others laughed.

*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*

After the movie had been watched, the pizza eaten, a few more beers and a bit of chatting, the evening drew to a close. "We need to see more movies with sword fights," Ron commented. "Way more impressive than guns. Swords take skill."

"I don't know," Ginny pipped in. "Guns are lighter, easier to use and are deadly whether close up or at a distance. I'd go with a gun," she decided.

"I'd take a wand over either any day of the week," Harry announced.

"Well, of course, a wand is better," Ginny rolled her eyes while Ron nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, mate. Wands always win, but the question is: which would you choose between a gun and a sword, and let me remind you that swords are bad ass and can be used in the Muggle and Magical world."

"And, let me remind you that Muggles don't use swords anymore. And a gun is just as deadly in the magical or muggle worlds," Ginny campaigned.

Harry mulled the question over for a moment. He weighed the pros and cons as best he could in his beer buzzed brain. "Sorry, Ron. I have to go with a gun. They are just more practical," he advised.

"Yes!" Ginny pumped her fist in the air.

Ron sat with his mouth agape over the betrayal. Then he remembered that there was one more person that could help settle this vital issue. "Mione, which would you choose, a sword or a –," he started.

"Nope!" Hermione interrupted. "Nope, nope. I am not getting in the middle of this," she declared. "Besides, it's almost midnight and don't you have to work the morning shift , Ron?"

The ginger wizard looked crestfallen as he nodded.

"You could all crash here if you want," Harry offered.

"No, we should go," Ginny said as she stood. "Come on, Ron. I want to sleep in my own bed. I've had too many nights away lately."

Ron rose from the couch and wobbled.

"Maybe the flue would be safer," Hermione suggested.

"Good call," Ginny responded linking her arm with her brother's as Hermione grabbed onto the other. Together they maneuvered him out the room and to the large fireplace in the reception room. After a quick pinch of flue powder, Ginny managed to shove her brother through to their flat.

"Merlin, he can be an oaf sometimes," Ginny commented. Taking advantage of their privacy, she turned to Hermione. "Now that we're alone, I have two important questions and I want you to answer truthfully," she started. Hermione took in the other woman's serious demeanor and worry flooded her once more. Even so, she nodded her agreement.

"Ok, so first question, I know it's early, but are you happy?" she asked.

The other woman nodded again. "Yes, very happy," she replied earnestly.

"Good. Now for the important question. If my spot in the pool had been only a month away, would you have kept your relationship a secret until I won?" she asked seriously.

"Without a second thought," Hermione vehemently swore. The two women stared at each other for a second before both cracked a smile and started laughing. "What date did you have in the pool?" she asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

"Oh, mine passed a few years ago. I actually had the earliest date. I guess I underestimated how thick headed you both were," the red head laughed. "Seriously though, I am happy for you," she added causing the brunette to embrace her.

Ginny pulled back first, "I had better go and make sure Ron didn't pass out in front of the fireplace, but we have to do lunch on Tuesday."

"Of course, Tuesday, lunch," Hermione confirmed.

Ginny threw in another pinch of flue powder and the fire roared to life once more. She looked back at the other woman with a cheeky grin. "And you have to tell me everything," she said as she stepped through.

"So, how worried should I be about this lunch?" Harry asked, stepping into the room.

"Why? Think she'll steal me away from you?" she teased.

Harry laughed, "Not hardly."

"Hmmm….I don't know. She's pretty fit…" Hermione said with a grin.

"That she is, but not as beautiful as you," Harry responded crossing the room and wrapping his arms around the witch. "Stay with me tonight?" he asked.

Hermione smiled up at him. "I'd love to," she replied and let him lead her from the room. They settled into bed and found themselves too tired to do much more than snuggle up together and sleep.