A/N: Ok, this is my first fanfic that I've ever done so please be gentle but opinionated with your reviews. And thanks to anyone and everyone who has giving me a review or two (or more). Due to my little bout with the flu that I'm going through, I haven't really had time to write anything. So I'm actually going to be taking a week off. Chapter 11 will be added a week from this coming Monday. Sorry if you get a little impatient, but I need to recoop, so go ahead and re-read the story a couple times to tide you over.

Disclaimer: All the characters, places, objects, etc. from books 1-6 (and maybe some stuff before them) belong solely to J.K. Rowling.

The rest of the stuff in this story is out of my own mind and any resemblance to anything in book 7 when it comes out is purely coincidental.

Summery: With what lies ahead of Harry, he gathers as much help as he can to aide in his quest to defeat Voldemort. Will Harry succeed? Will love come into his life?

Chapter 10

Harry and Ginny sat on the edge of her bed, holding each other in their arms. They were passionately kissing each other. Senses heightened as their hands began roving over each other's clothed bodies. Ginny began to moan lightly as Harry started kissing here neck. As he did this, she stroked her hands through his hair. She then leaned back from Harry and her hands moved down her shirt as she grabbed a hold of it and began to pull it off over her head.

Harry looked at Ginny, sitting there. Her skin so milky white and soft, framed by her flaming red hair. As she looked over to Harry, he knew as if he was reading her mind what she wanted. He began to take off his own shirt. Ginny moved over to Harry and rubbed her hands across his bare chest. She then pushed him back onto the bed and laid on top of him where she began kissing him all over.

A feeling was overcoming Harry, a feeling that he had never felt before. Ginny sat up momentarily and reached around behind her back and unclasped her bra. As it fell off, away from her body, she leaned back towards Harry and began to explore Harry's body with her tongue and mouth. The sensation of Ginny's mouth and breasts moving up and down Harry's body was something that he found to enjoy so much that he didn't want it to stop. She returned to his face where they were eye to eye. Their lips locked together in a passionate kiss as their tongues explored the depths of each other's mouths. They rolled over together so that now Harry was on top of Ginny. He moved his mouth down to her neck and on to her soft, supple breasts. His tongue played with her nipples as he sucked on her breasts. Ginny moaned louder as Harry toyed with her body. Before he realized what he was doing, Harry had slowly begun to remove Ginny's skirt and panties. As he was doing this, Ginny's hand had moved to Harry and she began to undo his pants. After he had removed her clothes, Harry finished disrobing himself.

He knelt on the bed, between Ginny's legs, fully erect. As he looked down at her, Ginny returned his gaze into his eyes. And then, she just simply nodded as to say to him, 'go ahead'. Harry placed his hands on her hips and slowly entered her. Ginny reacted with a soft moan and lightly bit her lower lip. Her hands moved down and caressed Harry's hands. He then began to move in and out of her. Within a matter of minutes, Harry and Ginny's bodies started moving together in a synchronized rhythm. Their figures where beginning to glisten with sweat. The electricity pulsing through them was intense. The pace of their rhythm quickened. Faster and faster. Then, suddenly…

Harry landed with a loud thud on the floor of Ron's bedroom. He awoke, tangled within his bed sheets, and the side of his head throbbing from where it had connected with the floor. Ron sat up in his bed as he heard Harry land on the floor. "You alright mate?" he asked.

Harry groaned as he held the side of his head, "Ugh, yeah, I'm fine."

"Must have been some dream you were having."

Harry suddenly began to feel rather awkward being in the same room as Ron after he had just had such a passionate dream about his best friend's sister. Then came the question that Harry didn't want to answer. "So, what was it about?" Ron asked.

"It was nothing," Harry lied, "just me flying around at the World Cup."

Ron looked over at Harry skeptically, "Alright then, I've got a feeling I might not want to know the truth."

"Think what you want, but that was my dream." Harry started to untangle himself from his sheets as Ron got up and tossed open the window to let in the warm morning breeze.

"How's your head?" he asked as he turned back to Harry.

"Hurts like hell," Harry replied, "but I've had worse."

There was a knock on the door and Mrs. Weasley walked in. "What was that noise?" she asked surveying the room.

"I just fell out of the bed in my sleep," said Harry who was still rubbing his head.

"Oh Harry, that bump looks bad. Let me take care of it for you." Harry agreed and allowed Mrs. Weasley to heal the sizable lump on his head.

"There you go dear," she said.

"Thanks Mrs. Weasley," Harry replied.

"Breakfast will be ready in a bit."

"Ok mum," Ron said, "we'll be down soon."

Mrs. Weasley turned and left the room, closing the door behind her. Harry tossed the tangle of sheets on to the bed and began to get dressed. Ron got dressed as well, as Hedwig and Pigwidgeon flew in through the open window after a night of hunting. Harry straightened out the clump of bed sheets after he had finished dressing. He turned around to leave and saw Ron staring out the window. "You coming Ron?" he asked.

Ron sighed deeply, "Have you seen how happy Bill and Fleur are together?" he asked Harry.

"Of course I have. They're in love with each other. Don't tell me her Vella side is still getting to you."

"No it's not that."

"Then why are you asking me?"

Ron continued to stare out the window, "Mum and dad got married spur of the moment during the last war."

"I realize that Ron. But what are you getting at?"

Harry was giving Ron a bit of a puzzled look as Ron continued to stare out the window in silence.

"Ron," Harry said trying to get his attention, "are you alright mate?"

Ron sighed, "I love her Harry… Hermione. And I want her to know that there's nobody else I ever want to be with. But I'm not sure if I can ask her."

Harry continued to look puzzled towards Ron, "Ron, what are you talking about? Ask Hermione what?"

Ron turned his head towards Harry, his eye seemed somewhat glossed over, "Ask her… to marry me."

Of all things to come out of Ron's mouth, this was not what Harry had expected at all. After the sudden shock of his statement dissipated, Harry spoke again,
"Ron, are you serious?"

"As serious as I've ever been Harry, I'm just… I'm worried what she might think or say."

"Look, you two have been friends for six years now. You've been there for each other through thick and thin. If you want to through with this, then just go ahead and ask her."

"But… what if she says no?"

"You're never going to know unless you ask her mate."

Ron was about to respond to Harry when another voice added to the conversation, "She wouldn't say no."

Ron whipped around quickly at the sound of this voice and saw, framed in the doorway, with tears in her eyes Hermione. She walked over to where Ron was standing.

"Hermione," he said, "I-I…" She put a finger up to his mouth to silence him.

"Ron, relax. The answer is yes," she told him. "There's no one I'd rather spend my life with than you. Harry's right, we've both been there for each other and I know that we'll always be there for each other. I love you Ron, and I want to be with you till the end." She the leaned towards Ron and kissed him. She looked into his eyes with a smile on her face. As he looked back at her, a smile of his own spread across his face. He put his arms around her and pulled her close. Soon, they were locked in a passionate kiss.

Harry began to feel just as awkward as he did after he had awoken from his dream as his two best friends stood there, connected at the mouth.

"Hermione, I thought you were…" began Ginny as she came into the room, "ahhh… Alright then. Harry, come on. Let these two snog, breakfast is ready."

"Hold on a minute," called Ron.

"Oh, decided to come up for air," joked Ginny.

Ron scowled slightly at her.

"Ginny, we're engaged," Hermione informed her.

Ginny's jaw dropped. "Since when?" she inquired.

"He just asked me… well he sorta asked me."

"What do you mean, sorta?"

"Hermione walked in when Ron was talking to me about asking her," said Harry, "and she told him that she would."

Ginny stood still and silent for a moment. Then, a smile spread across her face. "Oh Hermione, I'm so happy for you," she said as she hugged her, "and Ron, you better take care of her."

"What are you getting at me for?" he asked with an affronted look on his face.

"Just looking out for my girl."

"You know, we should probably wait to tell everyone," Hermione suggested, "let's let Bill and Fleur have their moment in the spotlight first."

The four of them all agreed to keep Ron and Hermione's engagement to themselves and went downstairs for breakfast.

"Where have you been?" asked Mrs. Weasley as they entered the kitchen.

"Sorry mum," said Ginny, "we got to talking about the week and lost track of time."

"No matter, your breakfasts are on the table. How's your head feeling Harry?"

"Oh, it's much better," Harry replied, "thanks Mrs. Weasley."

A they all sat down at the table, Ginny looked at Harry and asked, "Why was she asking about your head?"

"I accidentally rolled out of bed in my sleep this morning," Harry told her.

"And received one hell of a lump on the side of his head," added Ron, "I'm surprised you didn't hear the thud."

"Oh Harry," said Ginny concerned, "you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah Gin, I'm fine," he reassured her, "it was nothing. You mum fixed it rather quickly."

"So, what are you lot going to be up to today?" asked Mrs. Weasley as they began to eat.

"Haven't really thought about anything," Ron answered.

"Need any help with anything mum?" Ginny asked.

"No dear. Fleur and I got everything set yesterday. Oh, three days until the wedding. I can't wait, Mrs. Weasley said joyfully as she left the room.

"I can," said Hermione sounding a little depressed.

Ron looked at her slightly puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"Has it occurred to anyone that we still haven't come up with a way to tell your parents that we're going with Harry and not back to Hogwarts?"

"Oh yeah, that."

"And she's not going to take it any better if she thinks that she'll need to plan another wedding," Ginny said quietly to them. Ron and Hermione looked at each other.

"She's right you know," said Hermione, "your mum will want us to stay and plan things out if we tell her."

"So how do we do this?" questioned Ron.

"How about somewhere other than here to sort it out first," said Harry, "somewhere quiet and away from eavesdroppers."

"Good point," agreed Ginny, "we don't need mum or dad, or anyone else walking in on a discussion about what we're doing. And I think I know just the place."

Please let me know what you think and leave me a little review. And I willupdate this a week from this coming Monday, after I've had time to recover from the flu.