"Are you ready?" the question, which had been asked for the hundredth time, and to which I had answered countless times, was still asked by the man lying above me. His blue irises, like the sea, which I was still staring at, were ablaze with lust and desire. In some strange way, I felt even more excited by his gaze and satisfied with how much he wanted me. Even though I saw that look countless times already, I didn't get used to it and it still made the same impression on me as the first time. My stomach was turning over, my pulse rate quickening, and my heart almost popping out of my chest. As I noticed his red eyebrows frown in anticipation, I shook myself and slowly nodded.

Then it happened, what we had both waited for years.

Ron

"Ron, get up at last," I was snapped out of my peaceful slumber with frustration by (obviously) my sister. Such a wake-up call should be considered an unforgivable spell. If it were, Ginny certainly couldn't ever be a witch again.

When I specifically did not respond, she leaned over me and, to my despair, shook me so hard that my body shifted to the edge of the bed. All tangled up in the thick quilt, I could not make any movement. Suddenly something happened that roused me for good. Trying to move to the other side, I fell off the bed violently and painfully. The groan I let out made my sister laugh so hard she had to grab her ribs. Fucking amazing wake-up call.

Groaning painfully, I sat up and looked at her in a way that if sight could kill, Ginny would be dead by now.

"It's a vacation, why are you waking me up?" I reminded her, rubbing my eyes hard with the back of my hand. The annoyed look my sister threw at me confused me.

"If you want Hermione not to see you sitting on the floor in your Chudley Cannons pajamas, you'd better move that ass." she replied.

Suddenly I was fully awake, remembering what was going to happen today. TA Hermione Granger is to come to our Burrow and spend the rest of the summer there. I have no idea what time she will arrive, how many hours from now we will finally see each other. At that very moment I was very determined to get ready before she arrives.

All beaming, I got up from the carpet and walked over to my closet, avoiding Ginny's strange gaze. I pulled out my favorite dark green striped T-shirt and black baggy jeans.

"Style your hair, but don't slick it down," she advised

Ginny with a devilish grin before I left the room. "Hermione likes it."

"Shut up" I rebuked her, but I couldn't help the crooked smile that grew on my face. The wake-up call may not have been the most pleasant, but it would certainly make the whole day better. Just the thought of seeing Hermione made me inexplicably happy.

"Get a grip Ron" I thought to myself, closing the bathroom door behind me. "You have a month and a half to impress Hermione and spend as much time with her as possible. Who knows what will come of it in such a long time."

I was even more comforted by the fact that things would be different this vacation. And I mean completely different. Everyone in our family except me and Ginny left for London yesterday. For the whole vacation.

I was very disappointed at first when I found out that only people over the age of 17 could go on the trip. After all, in a few months I'll be that old. But when my mom suggested Hermione come along...

For obvious reasons, Harry would not be able to come stay with us for the entire summer. At first, I felt incredibly depressed about the possibility of spending the entire summer with just my little sister.

But my beloved mom's idea changed everything.

Molly adores Hermione and it was for these reasons that she suggested she go on the trip with them. I was very angry at this suggestion because Hermione is turning 17 in two months, BUT she is STILL 16. My mom explained to me that it is acceptable to go when someone has a birthday that year. And since my birthday isn't until March, that doesn't count. What nonsense! They just don't want me to go with them...

But now that I have the whole vacation plan with Hermione laid out in my head, everything seems perfect. Mom obviously wouldn't leave me alone with Hermione, even if it's just a friend, but according to her we'll at least be looked after by Ginny.

I opened the shower door and stepped under the cool water, closing my eyes in pleasure as I felt all the stress run down my body along with the water.

If this was the evening, I would definitely do myself a favor by flooding my thoughts with Hermione. But at the moment, I didn't have much time to do such a thing.

I quickly washed my red hair with a shampoo that smelled like lilac. As I carefully rinsed it out, I stepped out of the shower.

Dressed and fragrant, I encountered Ginny in the kitchen, who looked at me appreciatively and nodded her head. She looked at me and I swallowed my saliva unsure of what she meant.

"You've recoiled at this coming from Hermione," she muttered, grinning mischievously.

My ear tips turned red, not knowing what to answer. I was almost certain she suspected my affection for Hermione, but I could never admit it.

'You are a fucking idiot, Ron,' I thought to myself. "How are you going to get close to Hermione if you're never brave enough to confess your feelings for her?"

Ginny, who hadn't heard back from me, raised one eyebrow and turned her back on me, marching upstairs.

"Don't worry," she turned back over her shoulder some more. I swallowed, seeing a flirtatious smile growing on her face that was indicative of some mischievous chatter "Remember, I'll be spending a lot of days and nights at Luna's, you'll have plenty of opportunities for more movement" she winked at me with one eye and headed upstairs.

My eyes widened from her obvious allusion. The fact that Ginny was dating Luna and not some boy reassured me for some unknown reason. It was a known fact that he wouldn't hurt her in a physical way.

But I suddenly understood the second part of her statement... I'll have many nights to make more movement for my and Hermione's relationship. The mere thought of being alone with Hermione for an extended period of time...excited and thrilled me incredibly.

"RON YOU DEVIL!" I thought to myself, knowing where my thoughts were going. "If she finds out how you imagine her, what you think of her when she's around... she certainly wouldn't want to be in any kind of relationship with you, let alone a night together."

But still, that thought... Where would she sleep when Ginny was gone? In her room or maybe... NO, I CANNOT THINK THESE THINGS, SHIT! SHE'S YOUR FRIEND!

He knew that this was the age when most people thought about such things. Seamus and Dean are non stop fretting about sex. Ron is many times annoyed by their chatter, and not once has he joined in on these conversations. But sometimes... sometimes he listened to them with interest. Dean already had experience, which he bragged about many times in the dormitory. Ron, willingly or unwillingly, had learned through him some of the activities that he SO VERY WANTED him to use soon.

His strange thoughts were interrupted by the conversation of two female voices. Holy shit! Why didn't he pay attention when Ginny came down the stairs to open Hermione? At that very moment, he forgot how to breathe, and his heart passed as if it had just gone into his stomach. He squeezed his eyelids hard when he heard Hermione's voice.