Thank you to tyrannicpuppy for finding the Fred/George error in Chapter 4. And of course, thank you to the one and only Pamela RR.

NOW...Can you hear that? Yep, it's a train. Next stop...Pound Town! Humor me, I couldn't resist my inner thirteen year boy coming out.

It was now early Sunday morning as Harry laid outside in the Burrow's garden. The sun had fully risen as Harry watched two gnomes in a small vegetable patch. They managed to pull out a few of Mrs. Weasley's radishes. A small smile rested on his face as he watched the creatures sit on the soft dirt and chew the crunchy vegetable. He reminded himself that he and Hermione should leave early today to avoid the degnoming Mrs. Weasley would ask them all to do.

As he continued to watch the creatures he thought back to when he lived with the Dursleys. They would have him mow the lawn and remove all the weeds from the back garden during his summer breaks. He remembered an accident the summer before he left for Hogwarts were a gnome was involved. Of course, it wasn't a real gnome, but a porcelain little statute with a red cone hat and a yellow slicker with matching wellies. As he was mowing the lawn he accidentally hit the statue causing it shatter. The noise was loud enough that Aunt Petunia ran outside to see what the commotion was all about. As she dramatically fell to her knees to pick up the brightly colored pieces, she reminded Harry that he was a disgusting boy who destroyed everything he touched. But because the little gnome was old, she would not let Uncle Vernon know about this incident. So, instead of Uncle Vernon punishing him, she would not allow him any food for the rest of the day. "A fair punishment for touching something that does not belong to you." Harry wasn't mad about that or the treatment he received from the Dursleys. They were no longer in his life and he was fine with that. The only thing he thought about was how that statue looked nothing like a fucking gnome.

As he turned away from the vegetable patch to look at the sky, he closed his eyes and focused on the cool morning breeze wrestling through his messy hair. He thought about what will happen when Hermione announces she was leaving the country and that he will be leaving with her. Honestly, he was...excited. He truly wanted to be the one next to her when she found her parents. He wanted to be the one next to her when she restored their memories, or be the one to comfort her if she couldn't. He told her that he knew he wanted her that night at Godric's Hollow, but truth be told, it was probably before that night. Hermione was the first girl to hug him with real affection. The sensation was a bit awkward, but wonderful at the same time. She has never stopped hugging him. He hoped she never would.

And yesterday. A large grin spread across his face. Yesterday was...amazing. He loved the noises she made as he dined on her. Her taste and how she felt even better than he could possibly imagine. He wanted her to know that he could satisfy her, that he could take care of her. She deserved to be taken care of - not that she couldn't take care of herself. The grin on Harry's face slowly morphed into a grimace. The image of Charlie Weasley's face as he spoke to Hermione angered him. Charlie was making her laugh and the small touches here and there provoked him. The nerve of him asking her out right in front of him. Bloody git! He knew Hermione would come check on him after lunch that day. She usually checked on him whenever he didn't feel well. He surprised himself as he pulled her into Ron's room. He wasn't even sure what the encounter would lead to. He knew he shouldn't be jealous, but dammit, he refused to have someone separate them now that they both knew how the other felt. He wrinkled his nose as he recalled tea yesterday afternoon. He noticed Charlie licking his fingers as Hermione talked to him about those damn delicious cakes. He was happy when Ron actually interrupted that display; however, another smile appeared on his face. He couldn't help but swell with pride as he remembered Hermione's possessive nature. As she stood up and placed Harry's tea in front of him, he saw the artificial smile she shared Ginny. "Two sugars and a splash of milk." Who knew such a simple phrase can sound so...cutthroat?

"In the span of two minutes, I believe your expression has changed about twenty times."

He sat up to see Hermione walking towards him. Her dark blue cardigan opened to reveal a white camisole with a pair of loose fitting striped pajamas. Her hair was in a tangled mess of curls on top of her head. Harry thought she looked beautiful as a smile stretched across her lips. She came and sat down next to him. Harry leaned over and placed a kiss on her lips.

"Good morning, love."

"A good morning to you too Harry," she said as she gave him another kiss. "Pray tell, why are up at ten minutes till five in the morning?"

"May I ask you the same question?"

"You first."

Harry shrugged his shoulders and looked at her, "I couldn't sleep," he said.

"Nightmares?" she asked with a concerned look in her eyes that made Harry's chest ache.

"No. No nightmares last night."

"Good."

"Now, if you asked me about a wet dream, that would be a completely different story." Hermione looked at him, her hand shooting up to swat him in the arm. He instantly grab her arm instead pulled her over so she was straddling him. He started to place kisses on her exposed collar bone.

"Harry, someone might see us."

"It's Sunday; no Weasley is up this early. We probably have over an hour before Molly wakes up to start breakfast, unless the gnomes say something." Harry pointed at the two gnomes asleep in the vegetable patch. The radish leaves now covering their rotund little bodies. Hermione's brown eyes locked onto his green. A shimmer of mischief shined clearly as she bent over and whispered in his ear.

"Follow me." She moved off his lap and stood in front of him. Her hand extending in front of her. Harry took her hand and raised from the grass following behind the curly haired witch. She walked to the small shed that housed the Quidditch supplies. When she opened the door she bowed her head and gestured to Harry with a wave of her arm, "After you, sir." Harry walked in and turned around when he heard the door shut behind him.

Hermione stood in front of the door; with a wave of her wand he heard the door lock and noticed her silencing charm. She placed her wand on a small shelf next to the door then locked eyes with him. She removed her cardigan off her shoulders, allowing it to fall on the dusty ground. She then moved the thin camisole strap off her left shoulder, removing her arm from the garment. Her eyes stayed on Harry's as she moved her fingertips across her clavicle to pull the other thin strap off her right shoulder. As she pulled her arm out she continued to pull the camisole down her body until the fabric was bunched together around her hips. She kicked off her slippers, then walked leisurely over to Harry, while her fingers moved delicately over her breasts. Before she reached him; she stopped. Harry was about to speak, but Hermione moved her hands down her chest to her stomach. She placed her fingers on her crumbled camisole and pushed down, removing those too loose striped pajamas, along with the camisole. She removed herself from the pile of clothes, then kicked it to the side. She now stood completely bare in front of him. Even though they have shared a bed, had long snogging sessions, and he went down on her; he had never seen her completely naked. His eyes moved down her body, first noticing her hard peachy nipples, then the brown curls that grew on top of her sex. He could see her folds slick with arousal. His eyes locked back to hers as she raised her arms and removed the tie that was holding her chestnut locks. As she shook her head and moved her hands through her hair, he watched the strands fall around her. The tips of her curls landing just below her shoulders. It was only a few days ago that the sight of Hermione's nipples pressed through a nude bra was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. He was absolutely fucking wrong! He would never forget this moment watching as the early morning rays brought out the golden highlights of her hair and a shimmer to her skin.

"Do you want to touch me Harry?" She asked in that deeper tone he was now getting used to.

"I think," he swallowed. "I think I want to do a lot more than just touch you, love," he replied as he filled the distance between them.

"Good. That was exactly what I had in mind." Harry watched as she turned her back to him revealing her firm bum. She reached for her wand and pointed it to her stomach, moving it in a circular motion. Harry's eyes widened, then moved up to look at her.

"Hermione...are you sure?" he asked as he nervously pushed his hair away from his forehead. He recognized the contraceptive charm. The charm was taught to both boys and girls the beginning of their fifth year. The heads of house had taught them the movement then never spoke of the charm again.

"Yes, I'm very sure. But...don't feel...obligated." He watched as she started to blush. "I want us to both want thi-" before she could complete her sentence Harry had already filled the space between them as raw passion took over his body. Hermione grabbed the edge of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. Their hands weaving together as they both went for the drawstrings on Harry's pajama bottoms. Hermione managed to untie the strings. Her fingers wrapped not only around the elastic band of his pajamas, she managed to grab the band of his boxers as well. With the fabric now hooked on her fingers, she lifted her head to look at him. He gave her a nod, then he felt her cool fingers trace the sides of his body as she removed the last of his clothing. She move backed only slightly as he pulled his legs out of of the pile that surround his ankles. He stood up straight to face her. He watched as her eyes unlocked from his and followed the length of his body down. Until her eyes reached his erection. "It seems you are definitely sure as well," she said as her eyes went back to his.

"Definitely, " he replied. Hermione grabbed her wand once more and pointed it to the cardigan that laid abandoned on the stone floor. The cardigan transfigured into a thick large dark blue blanket that covered a section of the ground. She replaced her wand on the small wooden shelf, then turned to face him once again. She kneeled in front of him, never letting her eyes stray from his.

"Come here," she whispered. Harry kneeled in front of her, his arms reached around her pulling her closer to him so he could taste her mouth. He moaned as he felt her pebbled nipples rub against his chest. His cock was now pressed against her stomach. She pushed her tongue inside his mouth relishing at the feel of his tongue moving against hers. Mimicking the movement she wanted him to make inside of her. "I want you Harry. I want you to have me."

Harry gently eased her body to the ground, setting himself between her open and willing legs. He trailed kisses down her neck, delighting in her moans each time he gave her a little nip of his teeth. He continued this exploration down until he landed on her breast. He sucked on her nipple, drawing out more beautiful moans. He knew this was going to be her first time. Hell! This was going to be his first time! Harry wanted to prepare her as much as he possibly could. As he shifted his head to her other nipple he bit down gently causing her to arch her back into him.

"Oh! Harry!" she cried. As he continued to worship her breast, he took his time to move his hand down her body, stroking her inner thigh. He could feel her hips starting to move towards him as if asking for more contact. Harry took one finger and stroked it between her folds. The response was amazing as her body arched even more into him.

"Oh...yes, Harry!"

"Do you like that, love?" he asked as he moved his finger between her lips again; stopping at her clit to rub small circles on the piece of swollen flesh.

"Yes, so good! So good!"

He then knew this was the time; he moved the tip of his finger around her entrance tracing it with the tip of his finger before he pushed it inside her. The walls of her pussy tightened around his fingers, the sensation triggering a groan from him. He moved his finger in and out remembering to keep his thumb on her bundle of nerves. Hermione opened her eyes to look at him, rocking her hips harder against his hand. The look in her eyes was intoxicating.

"Yes, love. I want you to cum for me." Harry added another finger. The new sensation made her close her eyes again. "Good girl, don't hold back, let go for me." He accelerated the pace of his fingers. Moving them faster and around to feel her walls. He started to stroke his cock using the pre-cum to make the the motion smoother.

"Harry!" Hermione cried. "I'm going to, I-I want you inside me!"

"Yes, love. Soon...trust me." Then, Harry felt it. Her walls blooming around his fingers as the flow of her arousal dripped into his hand. Hermione was vibrating as loud moans escaped her lips. Harry positioned himself fully on top of her. As her body started to calm down Harry placed the head of his cock at her entrance, then pushed slightly in. Hermione opened her dark eyes, locking them on his dark green.

"I want you, Harry," she whispered. He lowered his head placing his lips on hers kissing her lightly. As her mouth opened to allow him entrance, he pushed harder. In one fluid motion he was all the way inside of her. They both gasped. Their foreheads touching as Hermione grasped the back of his neck, holding him still. He stayed that way for a while, allowing her to adjust to his size. When her grip loosened around his neck, he started to rock his hips, moving himself inside of her. He finally opened his eyes when he heard her start moaning once again. Their eyes once again locked on each other.

"Are you alright, love?" he asked her. She provided him with the most beautiful smile.

"Yes, much better," she replied as she reached his lips to kiss them. "Now...move faster."

Harry thrust his hips harder against her, watching her face. He once again felt her walls squeeze him and her cries filled the small shack. Two thrusts later, Harry followed her release, groaning loudly as he came inside her. His body went limp, falling on top of her. As his breathing slowed down, he looked at the witch beneath him. "Sorry, I don't want to crush you," he replied as he tried to move off of her.

"Don't...Can we stay like this for just a few more minutes?" she asked. Harry smiled at her.

"Anything," he replied as he gently kissed her forehead. Hermione, yet again, gifted him with another beautiful smile.