Harry and Ron didn't wake up until well into the afternoon then next day. They had planed to go shopping that day for food and other supplies; so they went to get the girls. They knocked on their door; there was no response. They tried again, there was laughing and talking coming from inside; many people. Ron and Harry looked at each other.
"Alohamora!" Harry shouted and burst through the door. "What's going on?"
"Um, Hi Harry, Ron." Hermione was obviously wondering as to why they had just burst into their room.
"Come here, Ron. You've got to see this; they call it a television," Ginny called him over.
"Is it anything like a fellytone?"
"Telephone," Harry and Hermione said together.
Ron was amazed, "Brilliant," he said grinning at the screen as Ginny flipped through the channels.
"I was thinking we should go pick up some more supplies today if we can pull Ron away from the tellie."
"Good idea," Hermione agreed.
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They did not return to the Inn until later that evening. They had gone out to eat and tried to show Ron and Ginny the muggle way of life and were all in need of a good wash as they had gotten caught in a heavy rain.
"I call first, mate." Ron said heading out to the lavatory.
"Here, incase I'm asleep or something." Harry threw the door key at him. He left. Harry took off his rain soaked shirt and flopped onto the bed. He was just drifting off to sleep when the door opened again.
"Forget something?" Harry didn't even open his eyes.
"No," came the voice of a female who was now sitting on the edge of his bed.
He sat up quickly noticing the short pink nightgown she was wearing, the lace most provocatively covering her. "Sorry, Gin; thought you were Ron. How'd you--"
"Shh…" she put her finger to her lips. She pushed him to lie back down. He couldn't help but smile.
"What are you--?" he couldn't finish; her warm, wet lips crashed into his. It was a warm familiar feeling that he'd been longing for all summer; he didn't fight it, rather he fell into it getting lost in her passion. He regained sense of place and self and pulled away. "Ginny, what are you doing, we can't. I can't do this to you. You know—what if he…we can't be together."
"Harry, please, I want you. I need you again. We may never get another chance." She kissed him fiercely.
"But Gin," he broke away again. Sadness welled in her eyes. "You can't do this to me. You know how hard it is for me not to be too close to you. We can't be how we were, there is too mush at stake. I would be too afraid to—to lose you. I can't lose someone else who I--." She kissed him again pushing her weight onto him to throw him back to the bed once again. At this he abandoned his attempts to protest. She took over him.
There kissing became more passionate; they were losing themselves in it. She trailed kisses down his chest and stopped at him belt. "I don't want to be like we were. I want more." She rose to her knee and grabbed them lace hem of her nightgown and in one swift motion it was over her head. Harry couldn't help but ogle at the nearly naked girl on his bed. She giggles and pounced back onto him showering his body with kisses. She trailed once again down his bare chest and stopped at his belt once more, this time however she began to unfasten it.
"Wait, are you sure?" Harry stopped her again. She answered by sliding his jeans off slowly, teasing him. She eyed him, waiting for his reaction. He smiled halfheartedly, she smiled back to reassure him. He jumped on her this time, swinging her around and pinning her on the bed. She wriggled out of he knickers eyeing him playfully. She did the same to him.
"You're beautiful," He whispered, kissing her and exploring her curves.
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They must not have heard the click of they key in the lock nor the creak of the door as it opened.
"BLOODY FUCKING HELL!"
Harry practically threw himself off the bed tangled in the blankets as he fell. Ginny went scarlet hastily attempting to cover herself. Even Ginny's scarlet was no match for the deep purple of the other three Weasleys that had just entered the room. Ron, Fred, and George all bared a very close resemblance to Uncle Vernon. To make matters worse they were not alone. Hermione, Luna, and Neville were all standing completely flabbergasted and appalled by the state of their to friends. There was no time to wonder why or even how Fred, George, Luna and Neville were there.
"What the hell is going on he—oh? Ugh, wow." Lupin had just pushed his way in brandishing his wand.
"Um," Harry could barely make a sound. Ginny's eyes were wide. Harry tried again, "We—we uhh."
Without letting him finish Ron was at Harry's throat, one hand strangling him the other hitting him furiously. "How dare you! HOW DARE YOU TOUCH HER! You're just going to hurt her again!" He said through gritted teeth. Fred and George had moved in to help Ron pointing their wands at Harry's chest. "You great, sodding prat. I can't believe you! You'll be lucky for Voldemort to get you; I'm going to kill you before he has the chance." Harry was numb from pain, his glasses were broken and his lip was bleeding. The warm metallic taste was running on his teeth and out the corner of him mouth, he was drowning in it. It was remarkable how strong Ron was. For a moment he thought he really might kill him; but he still refused to hit his best friend back. But Hermione and Ginny were yelling at him now and Lupin was pulling him off, Fred and George both lay in full body binds.
"Ronald! It was me, I came in here and I made him! Harry did nothing wrong. It was all me!" Ginny was screaming at him through her tears. Lupin held the fuming, red faced Ron back. Harry turned to his side and coughed up all the blood he had just inhaled onto the floor. His eye was swollen shut; Hermione fixed his glasses before turning on Ron.
"Let him go." Hermione convinced Lupin without taking her eyes off Ron. He struggled slightly.
"I'm going to let you go now," he said before releasing Ron, "Don't move or I'll be forced to hex you."
"Fine!" He pulled his arms from Lupin's loosened grip, glaring at Harry all the while.
"Get out everyone else." Hermione's anger was starting to show as she grabbed Ron's arm when he headed for the door with Luna Neville and Lupin (even Lupin left without another word); he was getting scared now. She unbound Fred and George heads. "You two, put some clothes on." She pointed her wand at Harry and Ginny. They complied, struggling to slide something on without dropping the sheets and blankets that covered them. "You three sit on the bed," Ron looked at her disgustedly. "Oh right, on second thought sit on the floor." She began marching back and forth past them like a drill sergeant. She could be very scary for such a petite thing when she wanted to. "I am so disappointed with you lot," she began.
"Yeah," Ron agreed.
"I meant you, Fred and George," she snapped. Ron quieted completely stunned at her. Even the twins chose to remain silent. "You are best friends!" she went on. "And it wasn't even his fault. I can't fathom as to why you decided to jump on him and beat the living shite out of him."
"Hermione he—"
"Shut up, Ronald!"
"Where do you get off telling me--"
"I said, BE QUIET!" Her voice rang through the whole building which was startling to hear from someone her size. She went on yelling for what seemed to be an hour or more saying things about being friends and 'there is a war going on we can't be fighting our own side' and 'Harry needs us'; most of which Ron blocked out. She finally finished leaving them all gaping at her.
"You're lucky mum's not here." Ron spat at Harry and Ginny one last time before leaving the room. George and Fred followed him; it was the first time in their lives that they still had nothing to say about a situation.
"Harry would you mind leaving too, I'd like to talk to Ginny."
"Right, I'll go—err—wash up or something. If I'm not back in fifteen minutes, go on without me." Harry was trying to make light of the situation. Ginny giggled and threw a pillow at him, he left.
Hermione immediately turned to Ginny, "So…" she said in a surprising excited tone. Ginny smirked as her ears began to redden again. She began.
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Harry looked at himself in the mirror, disappointed at his reflection. 'What have I done,' he thought to himself. He ran the water and splashed it on his face. 'I can't believe how badly I've screwed up. Ron hates me. Fred and George hate me. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley will hate me. I never should have let them come. What if someone gets hurt? Everything in all my fault.' His tears were stinging his eyes now. 'I can't do this to them anymore.' He turned off the water, gathering himself.
"I'll leave tonight" he spoke aloud. "Alone."
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--Yes, this is a Ron/Hermione story not Harry/Ginny and I promise that from now on it will focus more on that--I just had to get all of that Harry Ginny stuff out of the way. And maybe give Hermione a few more reasons to be angry with Ron--so he can make it up to her later on. ;o)