Disclaimer: I do not own any of these charming and entrancing characters, but I do own the romantic interludes they will be put through.

Chapter 3

The Weasley's House
Harry awoke to the smell of fresh pancakes. He put on his glasses and woke Ron.

"Come on, mate, breakfast," Harry said. He and Ron went downstairs to the kitchen wearing exactly what they'd slept in. Hermione and Ginny were wearing pajamas as well, but theirs had an odd effect on the guys. Ginny was wearing a nearly see-through cami and shorts so short Harry couldn't help but stare. Hermione was clad in a lacy, snug nightgown that made her curves shimmer in and out of view and gave Ron a tantalizing glimpse at her cleavage.

"Good morning, boys," Mrs. Weasley called from the stove. "How did you sleep?" All they could do was mumble, both still enchanted. "Still tired, I expect. A hearty breakfast will have you feeling well in a jiffy!" She set a steaming tray stacked with pancakes on the table, then conjured up syrup, butter, brown sugar, strawberries, and every pancake topping you could imagine. Ron and Harry ate quickly, stuffing themselves full as possible with Mrs. Weasley's delicious cooking. Midway through the meal, Ginny caught Harry's eye with her eating strategy. She dipped a strawberry in the syrup and sucked it off, her lips nearly caressing the fruit as she bit into it. A drop of syrup fell on her hand, and Harry froze as she licked it slowly and sensuously off her hand. She swiped some whipped topping with her finger then slid it in her mouth closing her eyes and lips. Harry felt himself harden.

"Mmmm," she said in a sultry tone. She turned and looked right into Harry's eyes. "Tasty."

Once finished, Hermione offered to clean the table. She reached over for Ron's plate. His eyes followed her neckline to the edge of her breasts, which were now displayed before him.

"Are you done?" she asked.

"Huh?" He glanced up. She couldn't know where I was just looking!

"With your plate, Ron."

"Oh...yeah, thanks," he said quietly. What is going on?

After Breakfast
Ginny and Hermione went upstairs to the bedroom they were sharing to get changed. Hermione reached for her regular clothes, but Ginny stopped her.

"We need something a little different," she explained. Then she held up a bottle filled with a liquid-y substance. "And I think this will be perfect for your hair."

As Ginny applied the gel to Hermione's hair, she sensed a need to talk with the brunette.

"Something on your mind, 'Mione?"

"Gin, I want to share something with you, something I've never told anyone else, but you've got to swear you won't tell a soul."

"Of course I promise. Hold up." Ginny cast a Silencing charm on the room. "Okay, go on."

Hermione hesitated. "Ginny are you - are you a virgin?"

"Well, yes, I mean - oh. Who?"

"Viktor. The summer between 5th and 6th year. I still was writing to him before then."

"Well," Ginny said, curious, "how was he?"

Hermione smiled.

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