Ron was with Hermione enjoying the time. Everything was so different with her. She made him want to learn spells and she had wonderful stories of the muggle world that she would tell. He'd been there a few times before bit never for very long and with all her stories he wanted to change that. He had fleeting thoughts of staying for a long period of time in the muggle world, doing muggle things that Hermione spoke of. Ron was sure he could listen to her stories for hours.

Hermione saw Ron's face light up every time she told him of something he had never heard of before. She was glad she could easily entertain him. Even though it was Friday it was getting late and Hermione wanted to go to sleep. She stopped her stories for the night and started getting ready for bed. Hermione thought about giving Ron a show but quickly decided against it quickly changing Ron did the same. She got to the bed first trying not to look over at Ron. She got comfortable knowing Ron still had to lay in bed too. When Ron got in bed she instantly felt nervous. She knew that Ron wouldn't do anything she didn't want him too, but she wasn't sure what caused the fright.

The next morning came and Hermione was exhausted she stayed up half the night thinking about what she was doing. She knew her parents would be displeased but, she also it was her last year and they were all of age. She felt like she had herself in a trap between being a child and a woman. One second she felt like she was in total control she could do what she wanted, she was 18 and her mom and dad weren't there to tell her what to do. If she wasn't a witch then she would already be at university and they wouldn't say anything. Then, other times she imagined her dad walking through that door, seeing her in Ron in bed and expecting the worst. She could picture it so vividly. Her dad would scream and yell at her for being so irresponsible, he would grab Ron and say nasty hurtful words. He would tell her to pack her things she was leaving and never coming back. She could see the hurt in her father's eyes, along with Ron's. This went back and forth until almost 3am when she admitted defeat to her head.

Ron rolled over looking into Hermione's eyes and could tell something was off, something was wrong and he hoped that she didn't regret him staying the night. He leaned in to kiss her and she gladly accepted when he pulled away he could see her smile but he still knew something was wrong. "Hermione, did I do something wrong, are you okay?" Hermione hated that he could see right through her. "You didn't do anything Ron, I promise I was just thinking last night and couldn't sleep." Hermione answered. "The great Hermione Granger, thinking, Hermione too much of that is obviously not good for you." Ron cheeked. Hermione lightly smacked him and she giggled. Ron laid back down and snaked his arm around Hermione. Without saying a word, both went back into a peaceful sleep.

Harry was holding Ginny tight as he woke up. Last night was the most bittersweet night of his life. He had Ginny in his room cuddling up against her. She made him feel alive as no one ever had before. She was there for him and he was there for her. He knew that he fully and completely loved her. Then when they were kissing and things got a little heavy and she told him, that even though he had saved her all those years ago in the Chamber, that she was exposed to horrible awful things. He didn't truly save her, at least not yet, he knew that he was the only one who knew. He also knew that he couldn't help her at least, not on his own. Hopefully what she had said was true and she was fine. Maybe the mind healer gave her ways to cope.

Ginny could feel Harry's protective arms around her she felt so good. Last night when she was on top of Harry and in utter control she felt amazing. She felt like Harry was the most amazing man she ever met. In a weird way Harry just took over the number one spot for the best man in the world. When she was growing up and even up until last night her father was her number one. He was her protector her advice giver and even the protector of some very important secrets. Her father knew how she felt because she was the only girl, he knew she couldn't relate to her mother and her father knew exactly how she felt about her brothers. But, now Harry was protecting her and he had been for a long time, Harry gave her advice for classes and he knew her biggest secret. He knew exactly what to say to her in times of need and she was the one holding her never letting her go.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked sweetly as she stretched. Ginny gave a reassuring smile, "Harry, I'm fine and everything is okay." Harry took a deep breath wanting to tell her his plan, of talking to McGonagall, before he could lose the nerve. "Ginny, I want to help you, I want to talk to McGonagall." Ginny instantly froze. "Harry! You can't tell anyone, it happened forever ago and you can't and I won't let you!" Harry took a deep breath ready for her to say something along those lines. "Ginny, I just don't want you to have those nightmares or be afraid anymore." "You have nothing to be afraid of Ginny. Please if you don't come out with it, it's only going to make it worse." Ginny thought about the words that she was hearing knowing he was right that all this tension was building. She had nightmares many nights since those days in the chamber. She knew talking would help but, she didn't want to do this, not yet. He had already talked to a mind healer once and he was doing so much more than that women did. Harry was so unsure of what to do. He knew she was mad at him for the idea but, he wasn't going to apologize. He stared into her eyes and put his hands through her beautiful hair. "Do you need to shower?" he asked. She simply shook her head yes. "Well, let me show you the trick with this one." he smiled.

Harry showed Ginny how knob of the shower had to be perfect before the water would roar to life. " Harry, I'm sorry, I was being defensive I'm just really scared, and I don't want anyone to know, but I know you're right talking to someone would do me good but, I just need to think about, okay." Ginny said as she felt the warm water with her hand. "I know, I know you've been holding it in a long time, I just want you to feel safe." Harry replied. Ginny genuinely smiled at him this time. "I know" she said. Harry walked out of the bathroom waiting for Ginny to finish so he could hurriedly take a shower and get down to breakfast before it was over.

Ginny stepped back into the room with Harry with a towel wrapped around her. "I forgot my close out here." Harry looked over at her knowing she had nothing underneath the towel. It was so short it barely covered her. He couldn't help but feel himself getting hard. He took a deep breath and just stared at her while nodding his head at whatever she had just said. She laughed when she saw the expression on his face. She expertly put on her clothes right in front of him without ever exposing herself to him. It was a talent she possessed after being the only girl with 8490812 brothers in the house.

Harry shook his head in bewilderment because right before his eyes Ginny was in a wet sexy towel to her normal attire, not that he didn't think she was sexy in that as well but he had quite a few fantasies with Ginny in a towel. He slowly got up and went to the bathroom trying to decide if he was going to take a cold shower or take a warm one and wank to Ginny like he normally did.