Chapter 6 – Love and Beyond

Hagrid met Harry, Ginny and Hermione at the door with a hearty welcome and a Hagrid-sized hug. "Good ter see yeh! Good ter see yeh," he boomed. "Come in, come in! Tea's jus' about ready," he said.

"Hello, Hagrid," a broadly smiling Hermione said to her enormous friend.

Hagrid served tea and some odd-looking biscuits he had baked himself. Hagrid's cooking left much to be desired, but Ginny accepted, mostly out of politeness. Harry and Hermione followed suit and found that they tasted rather good, actually really good, and they told him so.

"Learned how to make 'em from Olympe," he said, blushing. Hagrid reached behind and produced a present wrapped in an old issue of the Daily Prophet. "'Arry, Ginny, this is fer you. I never sent yeh a present, so 'ere yeh are. Congratulations."

Harry and Ginny opened the gift with both fear and anticipation. They never knew what Hagrid might give them.

"Is it a unicorn's horn," Ginny asked.

"That it is. Found it in the forest. Thought you might like ter put it o'er yer door when yeh get a home."

Although a unicorn's horn was better used in potions. It was popular to have one for good luck and happy life over the door to your house, but that magic worked only if the horn in question had been found or given as a gift.

"Thank you, Hagrid." they both said.

By Hagrid's standards, it was a very romantic gift. Both Harry and Ginny felt warm inside at the mention of their future home.

"So how did yer firs' day go, 'Arry," Hagrid asked.

"You'd better ask Ginny and Hermione. I had them in class this afternoon," Harry replied.

"Harry did really well," Ginny said animatedly. "No one went to Madame Pomfrey with any serious injuries, but one girl had to have some burnt-off hair re-grown."

"Yes, and everyone's catching on quite quickly," Hermione added. "Harry paired a couple of them with me and Ginny. By the end of class, their wand work and reflexes had vastly improved. Of course, they have a long way to go, but they're off to a good start. Harry's a natural."

"'Arry'll train up Dumbledore's Army well 'nough ter take out every ruddy Auror who dares 'em," Hagrid said with the same air of conviction that he had when he said that Harry would win the Triwizard Tournament.

They spent the rest of the afternoon chatting about what they had all been doing over the summer. Harry and Ginny told him about how Harry proposed to her. When Ginny showed him the ring, tears the size of marbles welled up in Hagrid's eyes. "I remember when yer dad gave that ring ter yer mother, 'Arry. Lily was so proud of it...an' James, well, he strutted about like a right peacock after yer mum said yes," Hagrid chuckled. Soon, the shadows grew long and it was time to head back to the castle for supper.

"Coming, Hagrid," asked Hermione.

"Nah, yeh go on," he replied, waving a trash bin-sized hand. "I've got ter feed Buck...Witherwings an' then I'll be along. Aff with yeh, now." The three friends made their way back to the castle. Hermione turned to toward the Great Hall, but Harry and Ginny made for the stairs.

"Aren't you hungry," Hermione asked them.

"Yes, but we're going to have a quiet supper in our room tonight. Kind of like a dinner date," Ginny replied leaning into Harry's shoulder.

"That's so romantic," Hermione said wistfully. "Well, I'd better get inside. I want to find out how our three Munchkins did today. Enjoy," she said as she hurried up the aisle to the Gryffindor table.

A lovely candlelit dinner awaited the couple in their room. There was salmon on a cedar plank with lightly curried pilaf, green beans amandine, a mixed-greens salad, warm Butterbeer, and something very near and dear to Ginny's heart for dessert—strawberries dipped in chocolate. Harry pulled out a chair for Ginny to sit down and then took his seat next to her.

"Harry, this is...it's so romantic. Oh and that curry smells wonderful," she said as if in a daze. "Oh my, this looks delicious," she said, picking up her fork and taking a bite of the salmon."Oooh it is! Oh Harry, how did you do this," she asked as her stomach took that familiar flip. I want you now, Potter!

"The salmon was Kreacher's idea," Harry intimated, emerald eyes glittering. "The strawberries were mine." He gazed deeply into her chocolate eyes as they shone in the candlelight. He continually marvelled at how beautiful she was and that she loved him. I'll spend the rest of my life making her happy.

When they finished eating dinner, they cuddled up in front of the fire to feed the strawberries to one another. Harry watched in fascination as Ginny seductively bit into the strawberry he held to her mouth, her lips lingering over it before she pulled it into her mouth with her tongue. Merlin, the things she does to me. "Mmm, I love strawberries and chocolate," she purred as she chose one for Harry.

"I love you," he answered huskily, as he opened his mouth to take a bite. But she's pulled it back. Harry's eyes widened as she placed the broad end of the fruit into her teeth and then leaned forward so he could take a bite from the chocolate end.

Between the wildflowers and strawberries scent in her hair and the chocolate strawberry Ginny held for him in her perfect teeth, his head began to spin. His desire for her grew into outright lust. He swallowed the strawberry and crushed her in his arms, burying his face in her neck. "I want you, Ginny. Now!"

Strawberries forgotten, they had just launched into a pre-coital snog when a knock came on the door. "Who could that be," Ginny growled as they broke apart.

It was Hermione. She apologized for the intrusion but asked if she could come in just the same.

"Of course," Harry said, ushering her through the door. He stole a glance at Ginny. We'll pick this up later, love.

"I need to talk to you." Hermione said and put a book entitled Magical Myths and Legends on the table. Oh dear, I have interrupted something.

"Is that really your kind of reading Hermione," Ginny asked, still slightly annoyed at the interruption.

"Not normally, but I sure wouldn't find anything about your bond in my normal books."

"You've found something already?"

"Maybe," Hermione said and opened the book. "Look here. It tells of a mythical couple who were so much in love they actually merged their souls and became as one. It's a beautiful fairy tale about eternal love beyond mortality. Maybe something similar is happening to the two of you. Like theirs, your love transcends life itself."

"What do you mean," Ginny asked, Hermione's words causing her to blush slightly.

"Look at the circumstances. Riddle rips his soul apart to create his Horcruxes. Both of you were possessed by him at one point or another. It sure didn't rip your souls, but maybe it somehow marked them. When Harry went in the forest, the ancient protection magic was already at work, since you, Harry, had walked into the forest to protect Ginny with your life. The ancient magic claims one life, willingly given for love, in order to create and seal the protection of another. However, Harry didn't die. As far as I know, magic at work doesn't dissipate into nothing; it always either backfires or causes other phenomena. Ginny, when Harry survived, the magical powers that should have created the protection must have ended up doing...something else."

Harry and Ginny tried to understand. "Do you have any idea what," Harry asked, knowing Hermione probably did.

"Yes. Harry. Since the last thing you saw was Ginny before you 'died', all your love was directed at her, and I think all your magical powers were too. I think there was a magical connection created between your souls when Harry met Dumbledore at the astral King's Cross Station, and that the 'marks' on your souls made it possible. When Harry chose to return to life, the connection became permanent. I think your souls are fused together by love." Hermione paused to allow her friends to absorb this portion of her profound explanation.

"And how can you be sure," Harry asked her, still trying to get his head around such an hypothesis.

"Harry was affected today in class by a spell that hit you, Ginny. Harry had only to look at you this summer to produce a non-verbal Patronus. I looked that up, by the way. No one has ever produced a non-verbal Patronus, Harry. And even more interesting is that those who have seen you this summer say you are shining."

"Are you saying this connection gives us greater magical ability, Ginny asked.

"I'm not sure. Possibly you just find it easier to summon the power you've always had, but Harry did something never heard of before. Not even Dumbledore was able to do what you did, despite that he was the master of the Elder Wand. Ginny, have you noticed anything in your magic?"

"I have never sent anyone three meters into a wall with a stunner before," Ginny grinned.

"I have never felt a stunner that strong before," Hermione admitted.

"So what does this mean? That our souls are fused together, if that's the case," Harry asked.

"I don't really know, but whatever this is between you, it was created out of love. I don't think it's a bad thing, but you need to explore it. I don't know if you will be able to share each other's minds, see through each other's eyes, but I do know that you have been given a unique opportunity to become closer than any other couple in the history of the Wizarding world," Hermione finished. She closed her book and rose to leave. "Anyway, I didn't want to intrude, but I thought this was important. Now, I have homework to do and I want to send an owl to Ron yet tonight."

"Hermione, you never intrude. Thank you for letting us know what you think about this bond," Ginny said and hugged her goodnight.

After Hermione left, Harry and Ginny cuddled up again in front of the fire place once again. "What do you think about this soul thing," Harry asked Ginny, as he held her close.

"Well, there are things we don't understand, but what she says makes sense. I don't feel complete without you. We didn't really argue once all summer. It's like we understand each other. The anger I felt after your return was washed away the moment I laid eyes on you, and that is not like me at all. Normally I'd Bat Bogey you, await your apology, and then make you beg me to return to you," Ginny grinned.

"Yes, that sounds like you," Harry laughed. "But if Hermione is right, our souls were connected and merged when you came to see me after the battle. Maybe unconsciously, you somehow knew, even though there were no words to express it."

"I remember you said you were sorry for leaving me. I also remember I told you I knew why you did it, but didn't understand. This soul thing could explain all of that. How do you feel about this, my love?"

"I don't think there's a word or combination of words to describe how I feel about it. My only wish is to be as close as possible to you, sharing my life with you," he confessed rubbing her back as he held her. "Ginny, have you ever heard the Muggle expression soul-mate?"

Ginny shook her head, brow furrowed. "What is it supposed to mean?"

"Muggles say it about friends or couples who seem to know what their spouse or significant other is thinking. Of course for Muggles, it's all about knowing each other really well, but if we are soul-mates, quite literally, I couldn't be happier," Harry said.

"I want to explore this, Harry, if only to deepen our love," Ginny said.

"So do I," Harry replied thoughtfully. "I have an idea. How about we concentrate really hard on how much we love each other five minutes after we've gone to classes tomorrow," Harry suggested.

"Sounds like a wonderful idea," she agreed. "Now, it's been a while. How about reading a bit from your mum's diary?"

Harry stood up and crossed the room to his trunk to retrieve the diary. He brought it back, settled back down next to Ginny on the floor, and opened it.

1 May 1978,

A new week and a new month. In seventh year, you can tell N.E. are getting closer. James doesn't seem too concerned, but I know he is. We had the strangest talk with Professor Dumbledore today, when he called us to his office. We thought it had something to do with us being Head Boy and Girl, but that was just a cover.

Dumbledore told us he is the leader of a secret organization called the Order of the Phoenix, who are fighting You-Know-Who. James asked the Professor if he had called us to recruit us. Professor Dumbledore said that it was far too much to ask anyone to join. He simply informed us of the organization in case we might be willing to volunteer. I haven't thought that much about You-Know-Who. It seems his terror can't enter Hogwarts.

You-Know-Who rose to power about the same time I started here and according to Professor Dumbledore, he has slowly worked his way into Imperiusing people at the Ministry as well as terrorizing those who stand against him. He is concerned You-Know-Who is about to strike. There is no one except James I trust more than Professor Dumbledore and he seems really worried. He told us to think about what he had told us.

When we were finally alone, we talked. James was surprised to hear I considered volunteering for the Order. Of course James wanted to join. I guess all of the Marauders will too. I can't imagine Sirius sitting something like this out. I may not be as adventurous as my dear boyfriend or his best mate, but I see little alternative to fighting You-Know-Who. I have no reason to doubt Professor Dumbledore, and if You-Know-Who indeed controls the Ministry, he must be defeated. I can't live in a community ruled by a dark wizard.

Then James surprised me. He said he could tell I thought he was willing to join out of childish ideas of glory and honour. He said he considered it because he had hopes of raising a family in peace and with You-Know-Who around, there would be no peace. Even after seven months with James, I still find myself thinking of him as an immature prankster. He likes a good practical joke, but there is so much more to James than that. He is a much more brilliant wizard than he likes people to think, he's loyal to his friends, and yes, a bit of a smart-arse. I guess Professor Dumbledore must've seen brilliance where no one else could, so he made him Head Boy. The whole thing was sure a mystery to me...but I'm glad he did.

"She was really worried when she wrote this," Ginny said softly.

"I think it's the first time she really thought about what they would do after Hogwarts. Not dreams of their careers, like Dad's to play professional Quidditch we read about the other day, but really thinking about what they would face after Hogwarts."

The next morning at breakfast, an owl delivered a letter for Harry from the Auror Office inviting him for an interview as well as to take a practical exam the following day. Along with the letter was a form excusing him from checking his wand.

"They're not wasting any time, are they," Ginny said, handing the letter and form back to Harry.

"There isn't really any time to waste, Gin. Kingsley said their ranks are really decimated," he replied. "I supposed if I'm to train new Aurors, it might not be a bad idea if I have at least taken the practical tests."

All of a sudden, Harry's, Ginny's, and Hermione's sight went dark. "Guess who," chimed three little voices.

"A Munchkin," laughed Hermione. Patricia released her and slid into an empty seat beside her.

Erica and Emma released Harry and Ginny in kind and took their places on either side of the couple.

"Good morning, ladies," Harry said cheerfully. "And how are our three favourite firsties this morning?"

"Good, but Patricia had a rough time getting to sleep," Emma said as she served herself from a large bowl of porridge.

"Why? What happened," Hermione asked Patricia.

"Oh it was nothing, really," Patricia blushed into her eggs and bacon. "Only...I...I've never been this far away from home before and I felt...I felt..."

Hermione felt a protective surge of sympathy. She had already become attached to her during the trip from London on the Hogwarts Express, and Crookshanks had taken a liking to her as well. Hermione's affection for the little girl felt like that she might harbour for a little sister. The poor thing's homesick. Hermione could certainly understand. She imagined how difficult this must be for Patricia, remembering her own first term before she had made friends with Harry and Ron. For a Muggleborn it wasn't just leaving home for a boarding school, which in itself was a big change in a eleven year old child's life. It was also entering a new world, that until very recently only existed in fairy tales. Hermione replayed Patricia's sorting in her mind.

"Templeton, Patricia," Professor Sprout called.

Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and the Prewett girls all crossed their fingers as Patricia squared her shoulders and bravely marched forward and sat down on the stool glancing at the group of five people she knew, all seated at the Gryffindor table. Professor Sprout placed the ancient relic on her head and the hall went silent. Hermione bit her lip in anticipation. Please let us have her. A minute later, the hat cried, "Gryffindor!" In spite of herself, Hermione leapt up and gave Patricia a whoo-hoo as she joined her applauding housemates at the table.

While she knew Patricia was excited and curious about all things magical, Hermione knew that she felt overwhelmed at the same time. She took Patricia's hand. "You're feeling a little homesick? I did too, my first few weeks here," Hermione told her. "You'll get used to it, but if you want to talk about it, just come find me in the seventh-year dorms, okay?" Patricia nodded gratefully and attacked her breakfast with a will.

"Harry? Could you please help me with the orange juice? The pitcher's a bit full..." Erica asked.

"Your wish is my command, Milady." He bowed his head reverently at the blushing little girl. He poured her a glass of juice, buttered another slice of toast and turned his attention to Ginny and Hermione, who were still chatting with Patricia.

"So, Munchkins," Ginny began, "are we ready for another exciting day at Hogwarts?"

"Oh yes! We have Potions today with Professor Slughorn," Patricia replied excitedly. "He looks like such a nice man," she said, looking up at the jovial Professor at the staff table.

"He's a very nice man," Ginny agreed. "You'll learn all sorts of wonderful things from him."

"That's right, but you still have to pay close attention to what you're doing and follow the directions To. The. Letter, or your healing draught could become poison," Harry warned. "But don't worry. You won't be doing anything that big for a while yet," he assured them.

Soon it was time to head for class, so Hermione and Ginny, together with the Munchkins, grabbed their gear and headed out of the Hall. At the base of the stairs, Harry took Ginny aside allowing the stampede to pass. He directed Emma, Erica, and Patricia to the dungeons for Potions class and then took Ginny in his arms. "See you at lunch," he asked, gazing into her eyes.

"I wouldn't miss it for all the Firebolts in Britain," she promised, tracing around his lips with her fingers. And I have a free period after that."

"So do I," he replied. "I've got the DA all morning and classes of second and third years later this afternoon, but I'm free for an...extended lunch." Harry leaned down to give her a kiss.

"Mmmm, hold that thought," she said as she pulled away from him. "I'd better get going or I'll be late for Charms."

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At lunchtime, Harry waited anxiously for Ginny at the foot of the staircase. He'd been working non-stop with the DA all morning and they were all famished. Harry sent them along, saying he would wait for Ginny and that they would join them at the Gryffindor table as soon as she came down. He'd been thinking about dessert when she finally appeared from behind and wrapped her arms around his waist. He jumped a little, then turned around with a broad grin plastered across his face. "Hello, Gorgeous Girl," he said, giving her a kiss.

"Hello, Gorgeous Guy. I'm starved," clutching her growling stomach.

"There never was a truer Weasley," Harry chuckled. "C'mon. The DA and food await." He offered his arm and she took it. They approached the Gryffindor table, took the customary seats the twins had saved for them, and began to serve themselves.

"Well if it isn't the lovely Ginny Weasley gracin' us with her dazzlin' presence," Seamus said in his lilting Irish brogue, flirting with her. "What're ye doin' with that grinnin' fool anyway," he teased, gesturing toward Harry with a fork.

"I'll never tell," she replied. "You'll just have to use your imagination." Ginny raised herself up to lick a bit of stray butter off Harry's lip, leaving a lingering kiss in its place. Emma, Erica, and Patricia giggled at their friends' antics.

"Touché," Terry laughed from the Ravenclaw table right behind them. "It looks as though Ginny Weasley can hold her own against the scathing wit of Seamus Finnegan!"

The Munchkins had been completely enthralled with the Gryffindor DA members seated next to them. Seamus charmed them completely with his sense of humour and twinkling blue eyes. They were all laughing at Seamus' banter with Harry and Ginny, but a bit jealous that he kept his arm around the pretty blonde he called Lav. Terry Boot was just plain cute with his dark hair and eyes and boyish good looks. Emma couldn't help but stare. They were all having a good laugh, except for Hermione. She was scratching busily away on a bit of parchment, seemingly oblivious to what was going on around her.

"Hermione, what are you doing now," Harry asked her. "You haven't touched a bite."

"Oh yes I have. I arrived before any of you and I've eaten already. And if you must know, I'm writing a letter to Ron."

"You just wrote him last night," Ginny said knowingly. "What could you possibly have to tell him after half a day," she teased.

"That's for me to know and you to find out," Hermione said with a sniff, and returned to her writing.

"Cloak and dagger intrigue, this is," laughed Lavender.

My Sweet Ron,

First let me start by telling you how much I miss you. I miss your arms around me, I miss your kisses, your marvellous blue eyes, your touch. Even though you're so close, I feel so desolate here without you. I love you, Ronald Weasley.

Can you come up to Hogwarts for supper tomorrow night? I'll square it with Hagrid and McGonagall. I don't expect any objection from Hagrid, but the headmistress might be a bit more difficult to convince, although I don't see a problem. After all, you do hold the Order of Merlin, First Class. Who could resist that? I sure can't. Besides, there are three lovely little Munchkins who are dying to meet you. One of them finds you quite handsome. She had good taste, I think. We're having lunch with Seamus, Lavender, and Terry. Lavender sends her love; the other two send their congratulations, but for what I haven't a clue. Anyway, let me know if you can make it for dinner so I can talk to Professor McGonagall this evening after supper.

I miss you. I love you. I want you. I need you.

Your 'Mione

Hermione read over her letter. Finding it acceptable, she folded it and placed it in her robes to take to the owlery later on. "So...how's the training going," she asked no one in particular.

"Fine, fine," Harry replied. "We worked on a bit of duelling this morning just to loosen up and get back into the practice."

"Yeah," Terry agreed. "And Cho, over there, is quite on her game. She made the rest of us look like ruddy amateurs."

"You are amateurs," Hermione said, rolling her eyes. "But Cho's always been good in a fight. I remember watching her against a few Death Eaters during the..." Ginny shot a warning look at her. Harry's eyes had gone dark for a second and then brightened again. "Well, we're all a bit rusty, aren't we," Hermione said to Ginny.

"Too right," Ginny replied. "But yesterday was fun, wasn't it," she grinned.

"What about yesterday," Lavender asked, clearly interested. "What was so fun?"

"I had the OWL and NEWT classes in Defence Against the Dark Arts class yesterday and we did a little practice duelling. Just to see where the class stood skills-wise," Harry told her. "Ginny and Hermione were brilliant!"

"I don't know about brilliant," Hermione muttered.

"You were brilliant. You had the class' attention," Harry countered. "If duelling could be graceful..."

"If you call landing on your arse graceful, then I'm a ballerina," Ginny snickered.

"And a lovely arse it is," Harry said, peeking behind her. And I'll...easy, Potter.

"And if you call nearly becoming a permanent fixture on a stone wall graceful, then I'm a work of art," Hermione said, shaking her head.

They all howled with laughter at Hermione's rare show of self-deprecating humour. All too soon, though, it was time to return to classes. The group of laughing Gryffindors shuffled toward the Entrance Hall with the rest of the students. The DA had promised to escort the Munchkins to Herbology on their way out. Harry, Ginny, and Hermione climbed the stairs. Harry and Ginny turned for their room while Hermione continued up toward the owlery.

Breathlessly, Harry dragged Ginny through the door to their room and closed it quickly behind them. He took her in his arms and captured her lips in a desperately passionate kiss, his hands working at her robes. "Merlin, Gin! I've been holding this thought all day. I could barely concentrate," Harry moaned into her mouth. "I almost didn't make it through lunch..."

"I know," she whimpered tearing at his robes. "I could...oh my...tell when I licked the butter off you. You were in quite a...mmm, that's nice...state," she purred. I could have taken you right there on the table..." Harry had been nibbling the spot just behind her ear and the sensation drove her insane. Their robes fell at their feet.

"That...would have been...Oh gods, Gin...a sight," Harry moaned again as she raked her nails across his back. Suddenly his trousers felt rather tight. He shuddered as Ginny's hands left his back to caress his chest. She kissed around the edge of his mouth, driving him mad with desire. She reached down and began to loosen his belt. "Need some help," he asked as he unclasped her bra with one hand.

"Ooh, you've gotten good at that," she cooed as his trousers dropped to the floor with her bra. Harry kissed down her neck to her pulse point, running his hands through his thick fiery mane. "I want you, Harry Potter," she moaned.

"Take me, I'm yours." He captured her mouth and tongue in a scorching kiss. He flicked his wand at the fireplace and it burst into flames. The world melted away again as they fell to the floor in a fury of dancing tongues and roaming hands.

"Harry," Ginny cried, as he entered her. She matched his rhythm and they set to finish what had been interrupted the night before.

In the afterglow of their lovemaking, Ginny remembered the strawberries. She pointed her wand toward the wardrobe. "Accio," she commanded, and the dish containing the chocolate-dipped strawberries sailed across the room into her hands. She chose one and offered it to Harry.

"Mmmm, that's good," he groaned, taking a slow bite. He chose one from the dish and offered it to her. "Care for a bite," he asked her as his hands rubbed her bare back.

"All the bites I can get," she replied with a sultry giggle. She took a bite and nestled her head into his chest. She loved to rest her head there and listen to his heartbeat. There was something comforting in it that she just couldn't put her finger on. "I love you, my sweet Harry," she sighed into his chest. "I love you."

Harry pulled her in closer. "My Ginny, my heart, my own," he whispered into her hair. He hadn't called her that since the morning she accepted his proposal. "I can't get enough of you. You fill my dreams and my every waking thought." He lifted her face and kissed her tenderly and lovingly. "I love you, Gin. Forever." They had a quick snog before they had to dress for their afternoon classes.

Harry flicked his wand at the fireplace once again and the fire died down. "Third years in Defence and for me and after that Professor Flitwick will help DA in advanced Charms," he said, ushering her through the door.

"Hermione and I have Transfiguration," Ginny replied. "She's probably waiting for me."

"Then you should go," he said leaning into another kiss.

"Yes...I should," she said reluctantly. "See you later? Maybe take a walk down by the Quidditch pitch for a fly before supper?"

"Sounds like a plan," Harry agreed. "See you then." They shared a quick kiss and she strode off just as the third years began to arrive.

When the final bell rang, Harry locked up his classroom and passed into the suite he shared with Ginny. He retrieved their Firebolts from under the bed and changed out of his heavy school robes into his lighter Quidditch robes saved from his sixth year and they still fit, although he'd grown a few inches to his current 6-foot height. They would serve this purpose.

Soon, the door opened and Ginny came into the room and dropped her books on the table. She walked over to Harry and kissed him. "Hello, Gorgeous Guy," she said as she began to rummage for a pair of jeans and a shirt.

"Hello, Gorgeous Girl," he answered. "How was your day?"

"Busy. Lots of homework," she sighed, pulling her jeans on. "Ready?"

Harry's face lit up at the prospect of taking to the air again. He loved to fly. In the past, it was the only thing that made him feel truly free, but now...it was just fun. Something he loved to do and there was no one he loved to do it with more than his beloved Ginny. "Race you," he challenged, tossing her broom and picking up his own.

"You wish, Potter," she laughed as she sprinted toward the door. "Just catch me if you can." The two of them shot out the door. When they reached the almost-deserted corridor. Ginny ran toward the staircase at top speed. "Slow poke," she laughed back at Harry.

Harry stopped running, mounted his broom, kicked off and flew past her to the Entrance Hall with a smug look on his face, green eyes blazing. "Gotcha," he called.

"Cheat," she retorted in mock disappointment. "I'll get you for this Harry Potter!"

"Promise," he asked with his signature sly grin.

"Git," she said as they passed through the gigantic doors to the outside. Halfway across the grounds, they mounted up and kicked off, taking to the sky. They swooped and rolled, looped and chased all over the Quidditch pitch and over the castle grounds, weaving through the rings and then skimming the lake. Screaming with laughter, they buzzed the Astronomy tower, surprising a pair of Ravenclaws having a right snog.

Having the wind in his hair as he flew filled Harry with a kind of joy surpassed only by the joy he found with Ginny. Flying with her was almost like making love. She was so beautiful as her long ponytail blew behind her in her wake, her robes billowing behind her. He loved to chase a Snitch, but he loved to chase Ginny even more.

Ginny loved to fly with Harry. There was something about it that fulfilled her in a way flying with her brothers couldn't. He was a natural, there was no doubt about that. It's almost as if he had been born on a broom. She could watch him chase a Snitch all day, but she preferred he chased her instead, which was what was happening right now.

They both leaned forward on their brooms, low against the handles, picking up speed as they flew. Since Ginny was lighter, Harry had to work a bit harder to catch her, but his strength, able to pull tighter turns he matched her. Soon, he had hold of her tail, slowing then both down until they descended in slow circles and landed on the Quidditch pitch. They dismounted amid gales of laughter.

"That was bloody fantastic," Ginny exclaimed. She had bent over with her hands on her knees taking great gulps of air in order to catch her breath.

"You were bloody fantastic," Harry replied, bent over in like manner. "The other house teams don't have a...snowball's chance in a dragon's cave!" They both fell to the ground laughing again as Harry quoted his mother. Good one, Mum.

Ginny leaned over Harry, her pony tail half out from the flight. He pushed the stray locks behind her ear as he gazed into her eyes, watching the gold flecks that danced in the chocolate irises. "I love you, Gin," said simply, and raised his head to kiss her.

"I love you too, Harry," she said against his lips as she claimed them.

They lay there in one another's arms for a while, exchanging tiny kisses and talking about Ginny's plans for the team. They decided they should head back up to the castle to clean up for supper, so they mounted their brooms and raced toward the castle.

That evening, Harry and Ginny entered the Great Hall for supper, still flushed after their glorious late-afternoon fly on their Firebolts. They found Hermione engaged in an animated conversation with the Munchkins as they sat down.

"...and perhaps he'll be here for supper tomorrow night," Hermione seemed to promise.

"Do you think he'll sign our Chocolate Frog cards," Erica asked hopefully.

"He'd better," Ginny interjected, "or I'll Bat Bogey him! Is Ron coming for supper tomorrow night?"

"If he can. I've already cleared it with Professor McGonagall. Hagrid said he'd love to see him again," Hermione replied.

A tiny something flew through the doors of the Great Hall and landed with a little crash in front of Hermione. Pig quickly righted himself and held out his leg to her so she could remove the scroll from around his leg. Her heart skipping a beat, Hermione read it, though not out aloud...just in case.

My Beautiful 'Mione,

I talked to George. He's fine with it. In fact, if you can get away, he's invited you to spend the weekend here with us. He really likes you, but then again, what isn't there to like? The best part is that I not only get to like you, I get to love you. Besides, he wants to know if you'll help him with the books. Fred usually did that and you know what an idiot I am when it comes to figures—except your figure.

I can't wait to see you and hold you and kiss you and touch you. It's only been a couple of days, but I got used to holding you close while we slept and now I feel so empty without you, I just don't sleep well at night. George threatened to call Mum for some of her 'special' tea, but I don't want to be the least bit groggy when I gaze at your beautiful face tomorrow night. You are my every daydream and my every inspiration.

I miss you. I love you. I want you. I need you. Until tomorrow night...

Your Ron

Hermione shared the important parts, leaving out his words of love. Ron was never one to share his feelings openly, but he sure knew what to say to Hermione to melt her heart.

"Wow! Ron's coming tomorrow night," Erica squealed. "He must be much cuter in real life."

"Oh he is," Hermione told her. "He's quite handsome...and tall. Six feet, five inches, to be exact."

"How do you reach to kiss him," Patricia blurted out and then blushed. "Sorry."

"Sometimes he picks her up," Ginny said, eyes twinkling. "Yes, Hermione, I've seen him do it!"

"We are talking about Ron Weasley, my best mate, right," Harry asked, bewildered. "If he could hear the five of you chattering on about him like this, his ears'd be redder than beet root." Harry laughed to himself, picturing Ron's embarrassment.

"There's a side to Ron even you don't know, Mr Harry bles-sed Potter," Hermione teased. "I'm sure Ginny could tell us some stories..."

"All I will tell you is that Harry is sweet and kind and gentle and thoughtful and...so romantic," Ginny sighed. And so bloody HOT. "And he can turn a pretty phrase when he wants to."

Harry blushed crimson and ran his hands through his hair. "Laying on a bit thick, aren't you," Harry asked her, thoroughly embarrassed and turned to Hermione "And there are sides to Ron I don't want to know about."

"It's only the truth. And I could have told them about..." Ginny continued.

"That'll do, Ginevra." Harry cut across her, knowing her actual name would shut her up. "I suggest we get to bed. I have a big day tomorrow and so do you."

"I suppose so. I'm really knackered after our fly this afternoon. It was fun," she said as she got up from the table. "Goodnight, all."

"'Night," Hermione said as she began to shepherd the Munchkins up to Gryffindor Tower.

When they arrived back in their room, Ginny noticed Harry wincing and rotating his shoulder.

"Need a rub down, love," she asked, touching his face.

"Would you mind," he asked. "I think I'm a bit out of shape."

" You know the drill," she said, guiding him to the bed. She began to work the muscles in his sore shoulder.

"Oh, that's the spot," he grunted. "Ohhh that's good." She kneaded and manipulated the muscles of his upper back and the base of his neck. "Gin, you're wonderful," Harry mumbled into his pillow as her always-warm hands worked the knots. Soon, his breathing evened out and he was asleep. She ceased her ministrations, climbed into bed next to him and drifted off herself.

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Professor McGonagall cleared Harry's schedule for the following day. Neither she nor Harry had the slightest idea how long he'd be at the Ministry, so it was all for the best. Cho Chang had volunteered to take over the Defence against the Dark Arts fourth- and fifth-year classes that day while the rest of the DA read and discussed the Auror Field Manual in the morning and had Herbology in the afternoon. Professor Sprout, like many other on the Hogwarts staff, had volunteered to give the DA extra classes.

Harry escorted Ginny to breakfast, reminding her of their little experiment with their connection. They chatted with Hermione and the Munchkins until it was time for class. He kissed Ginny goodbye and he mouthed in five minutes. She smiled and left for her first class with Hermione, while Harry remained in the Great Hall finishing his breakfast. After five minutes passed, he closed his eyes and thought of Ginny...only of Ginny.

He tried to focus on every last bit of love he had for her. He felt an overwhelming surge of love and of being loved. He could feel himself enveloped in Ginny's embrace. He could taste her lips and breathe in her flowery scent as though she were right there with him. After an initial urge to resist the tide of emotion washing over him, he let go. In his mind's eye, he saw flashes of their most romantic moments during the summer, and some not-so-romantic.

He felt her terror and saw, through her eyes, the sight of his seemingly lifeless body in Hagrid's arms the night of the battle. He felt her relief that he hadn't died, but he also her fleeting moment of intense anger that had dissipated when she came to him in the dormitory. He saw himself proposing to Ginny and from her point of view, he thought what she had thought at that particular moment and felt the joy she had felt as he produced the ring.

In turn, he concentrated on the nights he sat watch in front of the tent as he watched her dot on the Marauder's Map, longing for her and missing her. He conveyed his feelings as he passed her comforting the dying girl the night of the final battle as he walked into the Forbidden Forest to face Voldemort. Her face, her kiss, all the love for her he carried in his heart as he prepared to die. He then focused the way he had felt as he proposed, and Ginny's room appeared almost as clearly as it would have in a Pensieve. Then everything went dark.

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"Minerva, there doesn't seem to be anything physically wrong, but until we get to the bottom of this, Mr Potter and Miss Weasley should stay here until I can figure this out and revive them or until they awaken themselves and we can talk to them," she advised the headmistress.

"Are you sure, Poppy," Minerva replied nervously. "Mr Potter was due at the Ministry this morning."

"Mr Potter isn't going anywhere, Minerva, until we can determine the cause of their condition and wake them up," she argued. "I would suggest that you Floo the Minister and let him know what's going on."

"But what should I tell him, Poppy? I can't tell them he and Miss Weasley have passed out at the same time in different parts of the school. It could jeopardise..."

"Just tell him they're ill and we haven't determined a cause yet," she said. "That way you're not lying to the Minister, but you're not telling them anything either."

"Do you think Mr Potter will be able to report on Monday morning then," Professor McGonagall asked.

"I think so, but if anything changes, I'll keep you posted," Madame Pomfrey promised.

"Fair enough. I shall Floo the Minister immediately."

Madame Pomfrey left her and returned to the hospital wing. Professor McGonagall arose and walked around her desk to the fireplace and threw some Floo powder into the grate. "Kingsley Shacklebolt's office," she announced clearly. She stuck her head into the green flames.

Kingsley Shacklebolt's bald head appeared in the fireplace looking frantic. Professor McGonagall could clearly hear angry voices in the background saying something about young upstarts being irresponsible and this whole program is a mistake. "Minerva! I was just about to contact you! Where's Harry," Kingsley thundered.

"I'm sorry Minister, but Mr Potter and Miss Weasley are...indisposed," she replied.

"Indisposed? What do you mean, indisposed? Are they all right? What happened," Kingsley asked frantically.

"We're not sure what the cause of their condition is, but Poppy has assured me that she's doing all she can for them. They're in the hospital wing at the moment," she said.

"Will they be all right," Kingsley asked, now concerned as Arthur Weasley's head joined his in the fireplace.

"Minerva, are Harry and Ginny all right," the concerned father asked her.

"We think so, Arthur, but Poppy insists that they need to rest. We shall keep you apprised of the situation, but for now, we ask that his appointment with the Auror Office be postponed until Monday morning," she said with an air of determination. She would not be bullied by the Minister or even a concerned father when the health of her students was at stake.

"Of course, of course," Kingsley promised. "I'll set things right here."

"Minerva, when they're feeling better, please ask them to send me an owl," Arthur said, seemingly to know what might have happened to his daughter and future son-in-law. "It's important." This has something to do with that bond between them, I'm sure of it.

"Of course, Arthur. Please pass my regards to Molly," she said sympathetically. "Minister, I shall keep you posted as Poppy keeps me posted. I shall have Mr Potter owl you as soon as he is able."

"Very good, Minerva. Meanwhile, Monday morning, same time, should be fine," Kingsley assured her. "Have a good weekend."

"Thank you, Minister. You do the same. Good day," she said as she slowly raised herself up from the floor. So much for a quiet term.

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Harry opened his eyes. He lay in the hospital wing and in the bed next to him lay his beautiful Ginny. She was awake and watching at him. "Wow. Did you feel it too," he asked.

"Yes I did, it and was incredible, especially the proposal. I could feel both my own feelings and yours. I love you even more now that I know how nervous you were. It was so sweet," Ginny smiled.

"You said yes before I even got the question out. I loved you so much then. I was in a panic. I was so afraid you'd say no...after everything," he gave her a wan smile. "Gin, what happened to us," he asked, suddenly sober.

"I guess the experience was a little too overwhelming and we passed out."

Just then, Madame Pomfrey came swishing up the aisle in her matron's robes and starched apron.

"Would either of you care to explain?"

"Are we all right, Madame Pomfrey," Ginny asked.

"Well, except for passing out for no apparent reason, both of you are just fine. And that's what worries me."

"Really, Madame Pomfrey, you don't have to worry. We know what happened," Harry said.

"Please explain then, Mr Potter. I hesitate to let you go unless I'm certain you are both all right."

"We'll need to count on your discretion," Ginny said.

Madame Pomfrey raised her eyebrows in surprise, but nodded her agreement. Ginny explained that they were trying to understand the bond between her and Harry that was evidently created during the Battle of Hogwarts.

"You should know better than play around with your minds and memories. Even going into a Pensieve can cause nausea on occasion," Madame Pomfrey scolded. "What you're telling me is that you essentially dove into one another's minds at the same time. How much more powerful is the living mind than a memory preserved in a Pensieve? It's no wonder you passed out."

"I didn't think of it like that," Harry said rubbing the back of his neck.

"When we try this again, perhaps we should take turns diving into one another's minds," Ginny suggested.

"That sounds more sensible, but may I suggest you try when one of you is sleeping and part of your minds are inert," Madame Pomfrey offered.

"Madame Pomfrey, do you think we really should pursue this? I mean, I've been in a Pensieve, I entered Professor Snape's mind by mistake once, and even Riddle's a couple of times. Both the Pensieve and Legilimency are more observatory, but what I experienced with Ginny is actually real, as though I was living it. Imagine diving into a Pensieve and not only observing, but actually being there. I felt like Ginny and I were both there in the very moment of that memory, re-living it, both of us feeling each other's emotions," Harry said.

Ginny agreed with the last part even if she hadn't performed Legilimency or been in a Pensieve.

"If you learn to control it, I guess it will bring you very close together. Considering you are getting married, I assume closeness is something you desire. I would advise caution, however, as this might have a profound impact on your magic. A bond of love this strong, at least Dumbledore always said so, might affect your magic in any number of ways." She paused for thought and continued. "Have the two of you cast your Patronuses lately? Since they are closely-related to love and happiness, this is one occasion that indicates that one of your Patronuses might have changed."

They both reached for their wands, gazed into one another's eyes and cast their Patronuses. To Madame Pomfrey's surprise both of them produced a non-verbal Patronus. Ginny's Patronus took the shape of a doe, standing next to Harry's stag. "Gin, look," Harry said grinning. "Can you believe this?"

Ginny stared in disbelief. "But my Patronus has always been a mare," she exclaimed. "What happened?"

"Merlin! There's no doubt, Mr Potter. You have developed a greater magical ability and your bond has transformed Miss Weasley's Patronus into a doe," Madame Pomfrey said and looked at them with a new admiration for their love for one another. This is the stuff of legends. "Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me."

After lunch in the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey let them go with the admonition that they were to go directly to their room and take it easy for the rest of the day.

"But Madame Pomfrey, I have an appointment with the Minister and Kingsley Shacklebolt," Harry protested. "I should've been there already!"

"That has already been seen to, Mr Potter," she said in her usually efficient manner. "You are to stop by the headmistress' office on the way back to your room, both of you. And I mean on the way back to your room."

"Yes, Madame Pomfrey," Ginny promised. Harry had arisen from a sitting position on his bed and took Ginny's hand to steady her as she rose to her feet. She wavered, still a little dizzy from the morning's events. But the dizziness passed almost immediately. She gave Harry a reassuring nod and they left the hospital wing for the headmistress' office.

They walked silently through the corridors, passing busy classrooms along the way. They could catch snippets of the lessons going on in each of them as they passed. They arrived at the gargoyle, but still not knowing a password, Harry simply told it, "Professor McGonagall is expecting us." The gargoyle leapt aside, allowing them to pass through to the staircase leading to the office. Ginny knocked.

"Come." Professor McGonagall's voice invited them in.

"You wanted to see us," Harry asked her, closing the door behind them.

"Yes, Mr Potter. Please sit down." Professor McGonagall magically slid two comfortable-looking chairs opposite her in front of the desk.

"What happened this morning," she asked with piercing eyes.

"Well...erm...Ginny and I decided to try a little experiment and it...erm...well..." Harry stammered.

"We didn't do it right and it kind of...backfired," Ginny finished, looking at Harry as if for confirmation.

"What kind of experiment, Miss Weasley?

Ginny didn't answer, but shifted uneasily in her chair. She looked up at Harry again as if asking for help. He squeezed her hand.

"Professor, with all due respect," Harry began, choosing his words carefully. "We'd rather not say...at this time. It's personal, between Ginny and me."

"It's okay, Professor. We're not hurt. Just a bit...overwhelmed," Ginny tried to explain without explaining. "We've told Madame Pomfrey about it and she seems to think it's nothing to worry about, but that we should be more careful."

"Well, I can't exactly force you to tell me," she said thoughtfully. "But you must promise me you will do as Madame Pomfrey has asked."

"Of course, Professor. She has already...um...sent us to our room," Harry said with a sly grin. "She told us that you'd already spoken with Kingsley..."

"I have. Your test has been rescheduled for Monday morning; however, you two have two owls to send. Mr Potter, you will owl the Minister assuring him that you will be at the Ministry at nine o'clock Monday. Miss Weasley, you will owl your father and let him know that you and Mr Potter are all right," she told them as a direct order. She slid a piece of parchment and a quill toward each of them. "You will do it now," she said, peering at them over her square spectacles.

Harry and Ginny scratched out their dispatches. As soon as they were finished, an owl swooped in to retrieve them and then flew out the window. "Off with you now," she said, shooing them out of her office.

They arrived back to their room and Harry lit the fireplace. They changed into their pyjamas and cuddled up on the rug before it. "So should we try the experiment again," Ginny asked. "Only this time we'll go one at a time," she suggested.

"You first," Harry said. "You dive into me."

"All right," she said and they both closed their eyes. Harry let himself relax as Ginny concentrated on her love for him. All of a sudden she was looking down on herself as through Harry's eyes. Waves of love and desire permeated her being as she experienced their first time from Harry's point of view. She could feel the power of his love and a magical surge throughout her body just as Harry had. She felt his climax as if they had physically been making love at that moment and then came to herself. "Harry, that was beautiful."

Harry looked back at her with a silly grin. "I wanted you to be a part of that. I mean, you were a part of it, but..."

"I know what you mean, Harry," she said pressing her fingers to his lips. "You shared something with me that no other woman may ever know—how it feels for her man."

"My turn," Harry smiled. They both closed their eyes again. Ginny let herself relax this time as Harry concentrated on his love for her. Now he was looking up at himself as through Ginny's eyes. He realized he was about to experience what she just had, but in the reverse. He also felt the power of her love and the same magical surge throughout his body. A fire erupted in his belly as he experienced her climax the same way as she had felt his—in a way no other man could ever know. "Wow, Gin. I don' t know what to say..."

"You don't have to say anything. Let's just leave it at that—a beautiful experience just between us," she whispered, as he took her in his arms. They kissed tenderly and held each other close, saying nothing at all. Soon, they fell asleep on the rug in front of the fireplace.

They had slept away most of the afternoon, when a knock came on the door. Harry started. Another knock. "Who is it," Harry asked, rubbing his eyes under his glasses.

"It's me, Harry. Are you two all right," called Hermione's voice through the door. Harry opened the door and let her in.

"What's up," Ginny asked her as she yawned and stretched.

"I hadn't seen either of you since Ginny collapsed, so I went to the hospital wing to check on you. Madame Pomfrey told me she'd sent you to your room for the day to rest," she explained. "She also told me you had collapsed in the Great Hall, Harry. Are you all right?"

"We're fine, Hermione, but there's something we should tell you," Harry replied, ushering her to the table. "It's about our collapse." Harry and Ginny told her about their experiment and what they'd done to cause the collapse. They told her about waking up in the hospital wing and their conversation with Madame Pomfrey.

"She asked us to cast our Patronuses," Ginny said. "All we did was look at each other and..."

"You both cast non-verbal Patronuses," Hermione guessed.

"Yes, but there was something different," Ginny began again. "Mine has changed from a mare to a doe."

Hermione's face told it all. "That's your bond. You're truly soul-mates," she said awestruck. "Do you realize how important this is?"

"What do you mean, Hermione? Of course we know it's important," Harry asked.

"Harry, you and Ginny both cast non-verbal Patronuses. That means the surge in your powers has nothing to do with the Elder Wand. There's something else involved," she said triumphantly.

"This is just something inside me...us?"

"Yes, Harry. This is about you, not a ruddy wand!" Hermione glanced at her watch. "Merlin's pants! I need to get downstairs. Ron'll be here any minute! See you at supper!" Hermione jumped out of her chair, ran to the door, threw it open, sprinted down the corridor toward the stairs to the Entrance Hall, but Ron wasn't there. Thank Merlin, I haven't missed him.

Harry and Ginny changed back into their school robes and made ready to go to supper. Harry doused the flames in the grate and took Ginny's hand as he opened the door. "Beauty before age," he said cheekily as he let her pass. They talked and held hands as they made their way along the nearly-deserted corridors toward the stairs that led to the Entrance Hall. At the foot of the stairs stood a very anxious Hermione, glancing at her watch and looking thunderous.

"Ron's not here yet," Harry asked.

"No, and he was supposed to be here ten minutes ago," she snarled.

"Why don't you just come in with us. He knows where the Gryffindor table is. Besides, he can make an entrance," Ginny laughed.

"Ron Weasley making an entrance. Now that I've got to see," Harry snickered.

The food had only just appeared on the table when Hermione happened to look toward the door leading into the Entrance Hall. There he was. Tall and lean and gazing straight at her. He took long strides up the hall toward the Gryffindor table. She flew out of her seat and set out at a dead run toward him. "RON," she cried and threw herself into his arms.

Every eye in the Great Hall trained on Ron and Hermione. He lifted her off the floor as she claimed his lips for a longing kiss right there in front of the entire student body and staff of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The Hall erupted in cheers, applause, catcalls, and wolf whistles. Broken from their reverie, a severely blushing Ron set an equally blushing Hermione back on her feet and she led him to the seat she had saved next to her and Patricia.

"That was some greeting, Love. Almost makes me want to go back out and come in again," he murmured against Hermione's cheek.

"Hey, Ron. How's it going, mate," Harry said bumping his fist to Ron's.

"We're keeping busy," he replied as he piled his plate with food. "This looks and smells wonderful!"

"Girls," Hermione said, remembering her manners, "this is Ginny's brother, Ron. Ron, next to me here is Patricia. That's Erica next to Harry, and that's Emma next to Ginny. These are the Munchkins I wrote you about the other night."

"He is so much cuter in person," Erica sighed, her eyes dreamy. Then she realized she had thought out loud and blushed furiously, dropping her eyes to her plate. "Sorry. I shouldn't have..."

"It feels good to be appreciated," Ron said with his signature lopsided grin. "Ladies," he nodded at the other two.

"Hello, Mr Weasley," replied Emma.

"Ron," he corrected her. "Hermione tells me you and your sister are Prewetts. We're probably related."

"Hello, Ron," said Patricia. "Hermione," she whispered, "can we ask him now?"

"Let me. He's pretty shy about that sort of thing," she replied. "Watch this. Ron," Hermione began.

"Yes, Love," he answered between bites.

"Have you seen your Chocolate Frog card yet?"

"I have a lot of Chocolate Frog cards, a huge collection, but still not that illusive Agrippa," Ron exclaimed.

"Yes! Honestly, do you or Harry ever read Lee's dispatches? I didn't ask about your collection, but your card. We've managed to land on Chocolate Frog cards. Ginny's is a Limited Edition Weasley, awaiting a new Ginny Potter series."

"Me? On a Chocolate Frog card," Ron said to himself. "Blimey!"

Hermione smiled at Patricia. "See? I told you. Patricia, show Ron your cards," she said.

Patricia reached into her robes and drew out a little plastic storage bag she saved her cards in. "Here you are," she said brightly. "It's right on top," she told him.

Ron opened the bag and took out the cards. He couldn't believe his eyes. He'd been collecting these things for years, and now he found himself among all those famous witches and wizards he'd admired for so long—Dumbledore, Morgana, Merlin... Erica and Emma had produced their cards as well.

"Ron, would you be so kind as to sign your cards for the girls," Hermione asked him, trailing a finger down his chest.

"Uh...erm...well, sure. I guess so," Ron stammered, clearly flabbergasted. "Blimey. My face on a Chocolate Frog card!" Hermione dug a self-inking quill out of her rucksack and handed it to him along with the girls' cards. Ron signed them and returned the quill and the cards.

"Thank you," chimed the Munchkin chorus. Erica stared at her card, admiring it. Then she looked up at Ron and then back at the card again. She sighed and put it away with the others she'd collected.

"I see you've packed a rucksack, 'Mione," Ron observed. "Does this mean you're coming back to Hogsmeade with me?" Ron waggled his eyebrows at his girlfriend.

"Yes, Ronald. I just have to be back for Supper Sunday night," she replied with a smirk. "That should give us plenty of time to...catch up."

Harry and Ginny put their heads together and snickered. "Well, then. You should probably get going. The clock's ticking," Ginny teased.

"You ready," Ron asked Hermione.

"Let's go then. See you all Sunday evening," she waved cheerfully to her friends. She took Ron's hand and they hurried out of the castle.

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Not wanting to waste time walking, even though it was a pleasant enough evening, the Disapparated just outside the gates right into Ron's bedroom. Hermione tossed her rucksack into the corner and proceeded to attack her boyfriend, who put up no defence. "I've missed you so much. I've been thinking about tonight all day," she whimpered as she pulled his red head down for a kiss.

"'Mione," was all he could say as she ran her tongue across his bottom lip and their kiss deepened. He twisted his fist into her mane of curls and crushed her body into his, pressing the evidence of his desire into her belly. He picked her up in his embrace and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Shockwaves began to course through their bodies as the heat of their passion consumed them.

"Ron," she moaned as he dropped his mouth to her neck and nibbled at her pulse point. "I want you. I want you now!" His jeans had become very tight as his arousal strained against the heavy fabric. He carried her the few steps to the bed and gently lay her across it, both of them still clinging to one another. Finally, he got up and tore his jumper and tee shirt off, then helped Hermione free of her blouse.

They arranged themselves on the bed in a more conventional manner and began a hot snog. Ron claimed her mouth again and she shuddered. He reached behind her and released the clasp on her bra. He slipped his hand under the fabric and across the soft globe of flesh. Hermione cried out his name and arched in to his arousal. She wriggled free of the bra so he could remove it and toss it over his shoulder. She then began to fumble with the zipper of his jeans. "Oh Merlin, 'Mione!"

They continued to explore one another's bodies as they helped each other with snaps and zippers, leaving nothing between them but their knickers. Hermione hooked her thumbs between the waistband of Ron's boxers and his tight abs. All that lifting he's done all summer has paid off. Gods he's hot. She slowly and seductively began to lower them down over his well-defined arse until he was free. He pressed into her and once again he strained against fabric. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her lace panties and literally tore them off her, leaving them in shreds. "Ron, now," she cried as she adjusted her body to receive him. "It's been so long."

"'Mione," he cried as he entered her. She let out a deep moan that drove his desire and he crushed her lips against his own. She parted her lips to allow their tongues to meet in a furious Paso Doble. There was no more Hogsmeade, no more Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes, no more world. All that existed was the two of them, locked in physical love, made one.

Fire coursed through their veins as their rhythm increased in intensity, if not speed. He tore his lips away from hers and buried his face in her bushy locks. Her lavender and vanilla scent filled his senses as he nipped at her pulse point driving her into a frenzy. "Oh gods, Ron," she cried as she fisted a handful of flaming red hair. "That feels so...oh gods, I love you!"

Ron's desire for his 'Mione exploded out of control. He growled and kissed her again—her luscious lips, across her soft cheek, down her graceful neck. "I love you, 'Mione" he moaned into her ear. "You're so beautiful, so perfect." The heat of their passion burst into flame around them as each cried out the other's name in climax. They collapsed in one another's arms, still kissing and caressing until they fell into dreamless sleep.

Ron and Hermione spent Saturday shopping in Hogsmeade. They had lunch in the Three Broomsticks and then stopped into the Hog's Head for a visit with Aberforth. They returned later that afternoon so Ron could help George run the store while Hermione pored over the books. George had asked her to have a look.

"Fred usually did that," he explained. "Neither I nor Ron have much of a head for numbers."

"I'll see what I can do," she promised and set to work in the back office. She pored over the ledger, reconciling invoices and sales figures. What a disaster. These books haven't been touched since last spring!

A few hours and a headache potion later, Hermione called George into the office. "Okay, I've got your books organized and the numbers straightened out. The good news is that you're turning a profit—a nice one at that," she began to explain.

"And the bad news," George asked with trepidation.

"You need a full-time accountant. Between the shop in Diagon Alley, the one here in Hogsmeade, and your catalogue sales, you're swamped with paperwork. There's simply no way you, Verity and Ron cold keep up with this yourselves."

"But where do I find an accountant," George asked her.

"I'd suggest checking with Gringotts. They'd be able to help you find one, or maybe they'd take you on themselves," she suggested. "Goblins may be a bit intimidating, but when it comes to your money, they're at least honest."

"Thanks, Hermione. I'll owl Bill and see if he can direct me," George said, giving her a brotherly kiss on the cheek. He turned and left her in the office.

Hermione emerged from the office and saw Ron restocking Skiving Snack Boxes. They were popular among Hogwarts students and they had nearly sold out the week before the beginning of term. His back was to her, so she crept up and slipped her arms around his waist. She thought she had caught him by surprise, but he heard the swish of her robes as she approached.

He turned and trapped her in his strong arms, lifting her off her feet. He growled and buried his face in her neck, giving her a nip. She squealed and pulled away so she could reposition her head to plant a passionate kiss on his smirking lips. But just before she could lean in to kiss him, she found herself a willing prisoner, caught up in his sapphire eyes. "Hello, Beautiful," he said softly, pressing his lips to hers.

"Hello Handsome," Hermione purred. "You were wonderful last night, did you know that?"

"You were pretty wonderful yourself, Love" Ron replied, his signature lopsided grin covering his face. "I'm hoping for an encore performance tonight."

"Oh really," she said cocking an eyebrow. "And what about George?"

"George is going to be out tonight. He and Lee are meeting a few of their friends for a little reunion," Ron said. "So we have the place to ourselves."

"I like the sound of that. What's for supper then," she asked.

"I thought we'd go to the Three Broomsticks again...and then come back here for...dessert," he replied with a twinkle in those gorgeous blue eyes.

"Mmmm. Sounds like a plan. I'll supply the whipped cream," she promised. "And the chocolate sauce." She leaned in to hug him, but stopped and flicked her tongue at his ear lobe.

"I love chocolate," he breathed into her ear. "And whipped cream. And you," he said, kissing her again. "Now, Love, I need to get back to work and you need to send an owl to Harry and Ginny to invite them to lunch tomorrow. There's that new café that just opened and there've been some fine smells coming out of there." He reluctantly put her down, but kept his arms around her.

"Yes, I noticed that when we were out this morning. I smelled fresh bread baking. Grandmother Granger used to bake her own bread...every Monday," she remembered. "Any restaurant that serves freshly-baked bread has got to be a winner." She kissed him and again and then broke his embrace, turning toward the stairs leading to the upstairs flat.

Ron watched as she walked away. The sway of her hips held him entranced. I can't believe that is mine...all mine. He smiled wickedly to himself and continued to stock the shelves and rearrange displays.

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Harry and Ginny had just met the Munchkins at the portrait hole to escort them to supper. They spend the day with them, taking them on a whirlwind tour of the Hogwarts grounds and then stopping at Hagrid's for a cuppa and one of Madame Maxime's biscuits. The girls each took turns with Harry on his Firebolt, as he flew them a few relatively speedy laps around the Quidditch pitch and around the castle.

"Wow, Harry," exclaimed Patricia. "That was fun! I'd never been on a broomstick before! Can we fly again sometime," she asked excitedly.

"Well, I'm sure you'll be starting your flying lessons with Madame Hooch soon," Harry said scratching the top of his head. "Then you'll be able to take yourself up."

"Yeah," Emma chimed in. "We have our first lesson on Monday. I'm so excited!"

"I'm not," Erica said shakily. "I'd rather fly with Harry or Ginny. I don' think..."

"Don't be silly," Ginny chided her. "You'll be fine."

"Yeah, if my friend Neville could do it, you can, Erica," Harry promised. "I have faith in you, so have a little faith in yourself."

After lunch, they hung out in the Gryffindor Common Room teaching the girls how to play Wizard's Chess and Exploding Snap until Harry began to yawn and stretch. " I've had a great day with four of the loveliest ladies a man could ever want to spend time with. But...I'm right knackered and could do with a nap," he announced.

"I couldn't agree more," Ginny yawned in turn. "I'm exhausted myself."

The Munchkins voiced their disappointment, but Ginny reined them in. "We'll be by to pick you up for supper tonight. Maybe we can go a few more rounds of Exploding Snap before bed. Deal?"

"Deal," they agreed.

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Supper, as usual, was as fine as it ever had been. There was fried chicken, ham, rolls, mashed potatoes, carrots, salad, pumpkin juice, and Harry's favourite, treacle tart, among several other desserts. Full to bursting, the five of them made their weary way to Gryffindor Tower for the promised rounds of Exploding Snap. They had just begun their third game when a tiny owl tapped impatiently at the window. "It's Pig," Ginny said as she rose up off the floor to let him in.

"Awww, he's so cute," Emma cried. "Does he bite?"

"No, he doesn't bite. In fact, he loves attention," Ginny replied. "Go ahead. Pat him."

The girls each took turns letting Pig sit on their hands as they patted and cooed. The diminutive scops ate it up. "Why is he called Pig," Erica asked, making kissing noises at the bird.

"His name is Pigwidgeon," Harry said. "He's Ron's, but Ginny named him."

"I think it's a cute name," cooed Emma. "Pigwidgeon, hello Pig."

Ginny had removed the small scroll from Pig's leg and unrolled it. She scanned it briefly and then handed it to Harry. "It's from Hermione. They want us to come to Hogsmeade tomorrow for lunch and to spend the afternoon."

"Sounds good to me. I could do with a bit of fresh air before I have to take those tests on Monday," Harry said handing the note back to Ginny. "Tell Hermione we'll meet them at the shop about 11:00."

Ginny borrowed a quill from Patricia and scratched their answer on the parchment. "Come, Pig," she called. She gave him an owl treat from a packet she usually kept with her for the school owls. They tended to be more co-operative when bribed with treats. "Please take this back to Hermione. That's a good boy." She walked him over to the window, and released him into the evening sky.