Disclaimer: This story was made without any intention of profiting from it. Only the original characters and the plot are mine. The rest of it belongs to JKR.
A/N: Here’s the next one. I hope this will please most if not all of you. I do wish to mention a mistake I made in the last chapter with the name of Harry’s brother. I put it as Alex when it should be Andrew. Sorry. Now please review.
Ron opened his eyes and blinked away the last vestiges of sleep. Turning his head toward the clock on his bedside table told him it was half past six in the morning. He wondered what had awakened him so early. The New Marauders hadn’t had a morning run in over a month. Then he realized what day it was. It was His Birthday, specifically his 17th! He was of age!
Throwing back the covers, he quickly sat up. He couldn’t wait to celebrate this day with his friends, especially Hermione. They had a great time last year celebrating his birthday on a Saturday. Then he remembered that he had broken up with Hermione and his heart sank. He flopped back on his bed, his enthusiasm for celebrating gone.
How could he have been so stupid? He had let go of the one girl he really cared for, maybe even loved. Worse of all, he had done it on Valentine’s Day and on the very day his only sister had woken up from a coma. He ran his hand down his face. He had refused to talk about it with anybody especially Harry because he was ashamed of what he had done.
Unfortunately, whenever he looked at Hermione who seemed calm and unaffected by their breakup, his shame would turn to anger that she didn’t seem to care. Then he’d see Malfoy talking to her and his anger would double. He wanted to kick his arse again but barely restrained himself because he realized it would make it worse with Hermione.
Still, the idea of her getting together with Malfoy depressed him. How could he compete against the git, with his looks and wealth? There was just no way, especially if he wasn’t the same evil git he was for the past five and a half years they’ve know him. If he had changed for the better like Ti said, then he’d be even more attractive to Hermione. How could he ever hope to win her back then?
Ron sighed. Looking around the room, he was surprised to see that he was the only one of his roommates still around. All the other beds were empty. Wondering what was going on, he got up and used the loo for his morning absolutions. Dressing up in some casual clothes, he descended the steps to the common room which seemed empty.
When he reached the center of the common room, there was a bang that made him jump. Spinning around in the direction the bang had come from while drawing his wand, he fired off a Stunner.
“Whoa, Ron,” Harry said, appearing from underneath his cloak as he dodged the Stunner.
“Harry?” Ron asked, “What is going on?”
“Oh, nothing, mate,” Harry answered, “Just wishing you a….HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”
A banner suddenly appeared above the fireplace saying ‘HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY, RON!’ The rest of his friends appeared from beneath the banner as they took off their Disillusionment Charms. All of the New Marauders were there, even Hermione who seemed happy for once to see him.
Grinning from ear to ear, Ron accepted their greetings. The guys shook his hand and the girls hugged him. It was a little awkward though when he came face to face with Hermione.
“Um,” she began, “Happy Birthday, Ron.” She kissed him on the cheek.
“T-thanks, Hermione,” Ron said, “I’d really like to talk to you; about you know….what happened two weeks ago.”
Hermione’s smile faltered for a moment. “Um, sure,” she said, “But maybe later, like after dinner? You should enjoy your birthday first. It’s not every day you come of age.”
“All right,” Ron said, looking relieved, “tonight after dinner then.” He smiled at her before turning to Seamus who gave him a slap on the back as he shook Ron’s hand.
Hermione moved aside as Ron turned to Seamus. She wasn’t really ready to talk to him, especially not today. She didn’t want to ruin his birthday. She had a feeling he’d want to get back together but she wasn’t ready for that, even if she still did care for him very much.
After talking with Professor Dumbledore twice the day before, she was convinced it was possible to get Draco on their side completely, even if he wasn’t the White Ram. He could be of great help to them in their research of Voldemort’s rituals. She believed it would be easier to do that if she got together with him for a while. Once he was part of the group, she could break up with him and get back together with Ron.
Of course, there was the slight snag in seeing Draco during the Easter holidays since they’d be in different places. She’d be with her parents and brother at Potter Manor while he’d be at some safe house or here at Hogwarts and he wouldn’t be able to visit her. The Headmaster had told her yesterday evening that the Potters refused to include Draco in the list of people allowed into Potter Manor.
Hermione sighed and watched as Harry and the others gave their presents to Ron. She did have one for him, a photo album that she had put together over a month ago with pictures of just the two of them all the way from their first year until the last Christmas holiday, including many sweet moments from the previous year when they started dating.
Unfortunately, giving that to him now would have given the wrong idea that she was willing to get back together with him now. She hadn’t had time over the past two weeks to get him another one. She decided it was best to head down for breakfast in order to avoid seeing his look of disappointment when he realized that she had not given him a present.
When she arrived in the Great Hall, there were only a few students sitting at the tables. She sat down at the Gryffindor table and began getting food from the various plates laid out.
It was half an hour later that her friends made their appearance in the Hall. They sat down around her. She did notice that Ron was not among them.
“Harry, where’s Ron?” she asked her best friend as he sat down across from her, with Ginny beside him.
“Oh, he’s putting away his presents,” Harry said, “He was quite captivated by the Quidditch play set Ginny and I got him. We figured it would help him plan our games better, seeing how the plays come out before he gives them to us.”
“Yeah,” Ginny said, “You should have seen the look in his eyes as he looked at the demo on the box. It was a bit disturbing. Where were you, Hermione? We noticed then that you were no longer in the common room.”
“Um,” Hermione said, “I had to return a book that was due today to the library. I was afraid I’d forget if I didn’t do it right away.”
The bonded couple looked strangely at her.
“Come on, Hermione,” Harry said, “You forgetting to return a library book? That has as much chance of happening as Snape shampooing his hair to remove the grease.”
“Well, I didn’t want to take the chance,” Hermione said, a bit of frost in her voice. She turned back to her breakfast.
Just then, a flurry of wings announced the arrival of the daily owl post. Hermione looked up in surprise when a magnificent eagle owl landed in front of her and stuck its leg out at her.
“Hey,” Rose said, “That’s Mum’s owl, Artemis.”
“It’s from my parents,” Hermione said, recognizing her name on the front, written in the flowing script of her father. She wondered why her parents were writing to her and felt guilty because she hadn’t written to them since the start of term.
Of course she didn’t use to write them often, about once every month since she knew her Muggle neighbors might become suspicious with an owl appearing around her house often. But when her parents were moved to Potter Manor at the end of last summer after the attack on their house, she had owled them almost every week.
She opened the letter and began to read.
How are you doing, dear? We haven’t heard from you for a couple of months now and have started to wonder if something was wrong. Now we know that something is. You see, your Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, came by this morning to talk to the Potters. When he left, he looked disappointed and the Potters seemed put out. When we asked them about it, they had a lot to tell us.
Hermione, we are sorry that Ron broke up with you. We have watched you two together and thought that you two belonged together. We think that Ron overreacted to the incident with another of your schoolmates and hurt you badly.
But that is no reason to want to go out with that schoolmate who has been horrid to you just because your parents were not magical. Yes, we know you are thinking of going out with Draco Malfoy. We’ve been told that he is changing his ways and is becoming a better person especially with some help from you. That is good and we are glad for it. However, is that a good basis for having a relationship with him? Is it necessary to go out with him to make him a person you’d be proud of?
Professor Dumbledore told James and Lily that you might be developing feelings for him. But we were told also that you only thought about having feeling for Mr. Malfoy when their daughter questioned your feelings for Ron. Sweetheart, do you really need to question those? As we wrote earlier, we have watched you two together and see how much you love each other. Yes, love. We realize that you may not have said it to each other but anyone watching you two will realize that you love each other very much.
We know you row often but that doesn’t mean you don’t love each other. All couples row at one time or another even your parents but it doesn’t diminish what they feel for each other.
It’s all right if you want to help Draco become a better person but it doesn’t mean having to date him especially if you don’t really have feelings for him. It’s very bad to lead another person on and then leave them for someone else who you truly care about. That will only end very badly and could make him go back to what he was once.
Don’t give up on Ron. We know he loves you and is probably just too ashamed of what he did. If he wants to talk about it, give him a chance. It might be your only chance for a love that will last a lifetime, just like we have.
Your loving parents, Richard and Jean Granger
Hermione had tears in her eyes when she finished reading the letter. Her parents were right. It would be bad for her to go out with Draco just to make sure he was becoming a good person then dump him so she could get back with Ron. Like Harry said, Ron would be devastated and would never believe her when she tried to explain it to him after breaking up with Draco. If Draco really had feelings for her, he’d be very hurt when she dumped him and could become a Death Eater out of the need for revenge. She’d only make things worse.
“Hermione, what’s wrong?” Ron’s voice startled her. He sounded very concerned. His eyes widened when she turned to him. “Why are you crying?”
She threw her arms around him and sobbed, “Oh Ron, I’m so sorry for stunning you two weeks ago. I panicked and just wanted to keep you out of trouble.” She encircled her arms around him and started crying into his chest. “Please don’t leave me.”
Ron was surprised to see tears in Hermione’s eyes. He was even more surprised when she threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly, bawling as she tried to explain what she did to him that Valentine’s Day and begged him not to leave her.
He wrapped him arms around her and awkwardly patted her back, “I’m the one who should be sorry, ‘Mione. I was a prat. I didn’t try to understand what you did and though you were siding with Malfoy. Please forgive me. I don’t want to be broken up with you. I-I l-love you.”
Hermione looked up with tears in her eyes and smiled, “Oh Ron, I love you, too. Yes, I forgive you.” She tilted her head up and Ron lowered his head to meet her lips. In his opinion, this kiss was even better than their first one. Hell, it was way the best and seemed to last a long time as they lost all awareness of their surroundings. They only pulled back when it became necessary to breathe again.
They then became aware of the cheering and clapping around them. They both turned red in embarrassment as they realized that the entire Great Hall had seen their reunion.
“Well done, mate,” Harry said, a grin nearly splitting his face as he slapped Ron in the back.
“Thank Merlin,” Ginny said from Harry’s other side.
“Weasley, Granger!” they heard Professor Snape cry from beside them, “Twenty points from Gryffindor for such a blatant display.” The Potions professor then turned around and marched away.
“Greasy git,” Ron muttered, never taking his eyes off Hermione, “Ah, who cares? Not even that prat can dampen what I feel right now.” He lowered his face to capture Hermione’s lips with his own; all the while thinking this is the best bloody Birthday ever.
This time, a loud growl from somewhere in Ron’s abdomen caused them to break off. Hermione grinned up at him.
“It seems not even kissing can dissuade your stomach from it’s needs,” she said.
Ron felt his ears heat up in embarrassment. “Bloody bottomless pit,” he muttered.
For once, Hermione didn’t correct his language. Instead, she giggled and said, “It seems we agree for once. Still, the sooner you fill it up, the sooner we can get back to what we were just doing.”
Ron grinned and began reaching for the different foods on the table. Once he had filled his plate to overflowing, he took hold of one of Hermione’s hands and held it under the table while he ate.
Half an hour later, they were walking out of the Great Hall, just the two of them, with Hermione pulling him along.
“Where are we going?” Ron asked.
“Gryffindor Tower first,” Hermione answered, “I haven’t given you your birthday present.”
“Hermione,” Ron said, “you got me a birthday present? I thought you didn’t get me anything especially since we weren’t a couple for the last two weeks.” He remembered the disappointment he felt earlier in the common room when he realized that she hadn’t given him a present.
Hermione didn’t answer. When they reached their common room, she ran up to her dorm. A few minutes later, she came back carrying a nicely wrapped rectangular object.
“I’ve had it ready since before Ginny’s accident,” she said as she handed it to him. “I just wasn’t sure about giving it to you. You can open it later. For now, come with me. I know the perfect place for us to have some privacy.”
Hermione got up and pulled Ron up as well. She led him out of Gryffindor Tower to another part of the seventh floor, across from the tapestry of a man trying to teach several trolls to dance.
Ron felt a bit nervous as he watched Hermione pace back and forth three times before a door appeared in the previously blank wall. Hermione took his hand again and led him to the door. She opened it and pulled him inside.
Ron’s eyes widened as he saw how the Room of Requirement looked like now. It was a bedroom done in red and gold with a magnificent king-sized four-poster bed with overhanging silk curtains and a roof. There was also a couch on one side of the bed.
“Do you like it?” Hermione asked.
“It’s brilliant,” Ron said.
Hermione pulled him inside to sit down on the couch. “You can open your present now.”
Ron grinned and opened the wrapped gift. He was surprised to see what it was once it was unwrapped. “A photo album?” he asked, looking at her.
“Look inside, Ron,” she said.
He opened the album to the first page and saw a picture of the two of them taken at the Welcoming Feast. It looked like it was from their first year since they were so small. He hadn’t noticed then that they were seated next to each other. He had ignored her and treated her badly for the first couple of months of that year and had never apologized. He felt ashamed of that.
His face must have shown what he felt because Hermione asked. “Ron? Is something wrong?”
Ron smiled and took hold of one of her hands. “I just realized I never apologized for the horrible way I treated you for the first two months we were here. Even after we became friends after the troll incident, I never tried to. So….I’m so sorry, Hermione for all the things I’ve said to you that hurt you badly then. It was so wrong. If it wasn’t for that troll, we might have never been friends and missed so much, especially this.”
“Oh, Ron,” Hermione said, tears shining in her eyes, “It doesn’t matter anymore. That’s in the past. Now go on and look at the rest of the album.”
Ron nodded and began looking at the rest of the pictures in the album. They all showed just the two of them in various scenes throughout the years. There were several pictures of their first date on Hermione’s birthday last year. There was also a picture of their kiss last New Year’s Eve. He lifted his head and grinned. “This is brilliant, Hermione.”
She smiled back, “I’m glad you like it. As you can see, it’s only half full. There’s still a lot of space left. We can fill it with more pictures.”
“Definitely,” Ron said, pulling her to him, “Pictures of us and our children.”
“C-children,” Hermione asked.
“Yes, ‘Mione,” Ron said, looking deep into her eyes, “I know we’re still young but I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I can’t live without you. We’ve never really talked about it but I want you to be my wife someday and the mother of my children.”
“Oh, Ron,” Hermione said, pulling his head down so their lips met in a passionate kiss.
After an indeterminate amount of time, the need to breathe forced them to break apart. He looked at her and noted a look of nervousness on her face. He had an idea what she wanted to happen with the room looking like it did. “Hermione, are you sure about this?”
She closed the gap between them and captured his lips in a fiery kiss. After their tongues clashed for several minutes, she pulled back and said, “Yes, Ron, more than anything. We’re both of age now. I want to show you how much I love you.”
She captured his lips in another passionate kiss and began to pull him toward the bed. Ron groaned as he felt the blood rush between his legs. Hermione’s legs hit the bed and they fell onto it, still kissing each other. Hands began wandering, displacing articles of clothing that ended up all over the floor. After a while, the only sounds audible in the room were grunts, moaning and mutterings of “Oh, Ron” and “’Mione”.
Harry grinned before capturing Ginny’s lips with his own as they lay under their favorite tree near the lakeshore of Black Lake. He was very happy that his best friends had made up. He could sense Ginny felt the same way through their Bond.
They snogged for several more minutes before breaking apart, their hearts racing. Harry looked down at her chocolate brown eyes, seeing his love for her reflected back at him.
“I love you so much, Gin,” he said to her mentally, leaning his forehead against hers as he continued to gaze into her eyes.
“I love you too, Harry,” she said, smiling up at him.
“You know, Gin,” Harry began, a lop-sided smirk forming on his face, “we haven’t done much besides snogging since you woke up.” He wagged his eyebrows at her before continuing to talk to her mentally, “Since we’re married, we’re allowed to do much more than snogging.”
Ginny grinned back at him, “I think I can read your thoughts. I’d love to do more than snogging.”
“Great and I know just the place,” Harry said, taking hold of Ginny’s hands.
He pulled her up with him as he got to his feet. Holding hands, they walked back to the castle and climbed the main staircase up to the seventh floor. Instead of heading to Gryffindor Tower, they moved in the opposite direction.
They stopped facing a blank wall opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. Harry walked back and forth three times while thinking about a nice bedroom. He was surprised when nothing happened. He tried it again and again no door appeared. He looked at Ginny in confusion and felt her mirror his confusion.
“What the bloody hell is going on?” Harry asked feeling so frustrated that he said it out loud
“I think someone is inside already, Harry,” Ginny said, wrapping her arms around him and leaning her head against his shoulder. “I guess we have to be content with just snogging.”
Harry sighed and they started walking away from the Room of Requirement.
“Hey, wait a minute,” Harry said, “I think there’s one place we can go at this time.”
Reading his mind, Ginny said, “I guess it’ll be okay. It’ll probably be empty. Let’s go.”
They went to Gryffindor Tower and entered after saying the password (courage in times of adversity) to the portrait of the Fat Lady. They found the common room empty and headed for the sixth year boys’ dorm. Once inside, Harry locked the door.
Harry then led Ginny to his bed and drew the curtains close. He cast an Imperturbable charm and a silencing charm around them and cast a proximity alarm charm to warn them if anyone came close to his bed. They then embraced each other while lying down side by side and began kissing.
Harry broke free of Ginny’s lips to kiss the side of her neck. Ginny bent her neck to give him more access, letting out a moan that made Harry groan as he became aroused. Hands began wandering over their clothes.
Ginny broke away from Harry and sat up to reach down and remove her shirt while Harry did the same with his. His pants and her skirt soon followed as did their undergarments. Harry drew his blankets around them and proceeded to make love to his wife.
Hours later, Harry woke up and smiled as he saw his wife lying beside him, her flame colored hair splayed out on the pillow. Harry was awed by how lovely she looked and marveled that he had formed a lifelong bond with her. There was no one more fitting for him.
Ginny stirred, probably feeling his emotions through their bond. She slowly opened his eyes and found him watching her.
“What are you looking at, Potter?” she asked him, one eyebrow raised.
Harry grinned and answered her, “I’m looking at the most beautiful girl in the world, who happens to be my wife, Mrs. Potter.”
Pleased with his answer, Ginny placed one hand behind his head and drew him to her, kissing him passionately. They were interrupted by a growl from the region of Ginny’s stomach.
Harry burst out laughing. “We may be married but that proves you’re still a Weasley.”
“Ha, ha, Potter,” she replied, glaring at him, “You’re lucky our earlier activities made me too weak to hex you. We’d better get dressed. I think we missed lunch so I’m starving. And you’d better not mention this to Ron or any of my other brothers.”
“Oh, of course not, dear,” Harry replied, a grin on his face, as he threw the blankets off of them and sat up. He cancelled the charms around the bed and sneaked a peak outside the curtains.
The dorm still looked empty, except for Neville’s bed. Eyes narrowing, Harry got up and walked closer to his friend’s bed, unmindful of his nakedness. He sensed magic around it. Drawing his wand, he cast a detection spell and noted that Imperturbable, Silencing and repulsion charms had been cast around it. Oh that would not do. He had an idea who was in the bed with Neville.
He raised his wand to cancel the charms but was stopped by a hand on his wand. He turned to see Ginny who was now dressed, holding his wand, stopping him from cancelling the charms around Neville’s bed.
“Let me take the charms off, Gin,” he said.
“No way, Harry,” she replied.
“Why the hell not?” he asked.
“Seeing whose bed that is, I assume you know who might be in it,” she said, “You have to respect their privacy, Harry.”
“But she’s my sister, Gin. Who knows what they’re doing?” he said.
“Harry, how long have you known Neville?” she asked, “In all that time, have you ever known him to do something bad? Did you ever about him mistreating Lisa when they were together?”
Harry sighed. Ginny was right. In the six years he had known Neville Longbottom, he had never seen him act in anger or spite, even when Snape was abusing him. He had become less shy and more confident during the years the New Marauders were together but he remained a gentleman and good bloke. That was why Harry had allowed him to date Rose in spite of her previous troubles with Ti.
“Come to think of it, it’s not him I should be worried about,” Harry said, “It’s Rose. She’s as feisty as you. She might convince him to go ‘all the way’ and they shouldn’t. Neither of them is of age yet.”
“I realize that Harry but you’ll have to trust that if they do, they’ll be careful and not make you an uncle this early,” Ginny said, “Please, Harry, let them be.”
Harry sighed. He didn’t want to think of his sister having sex yet but realized that if he intervened, she’d hex him into the next century and never trust him again. He moved back to his bed and began dressing. Once he was done, he extended his hand to Ginny.
She smiled and took his hand, pulling him toward the door. She cast the unlocking charm and led the way out. Upon reaching the door, Harry looked back once at Neville’s bed then resolutely stepped out the dorm and closed the door behind him.
An hour earlier somewhere in the castle
Neville felt a thrill run through him as Rose opened her mouth slightly, allowing him to run his tongue into her sweet mouth. The sweetness was enhanced by the chocolate cake she had eaten for dessert during lunch. Neville loved chocolate and knew it was one of the things he had in common with Rose.
They kissed passionately for several minutes before breaking apart to catch their breath, touching their foreheads against each other. Merlin, how she took his breath away.
Neville wrapped his arms around Rose as they sat down inside the dimly lit broom closet, with Rose in his lap. They resumed snogging. Rose ran her hands over Neville’s arms and shoulders. Neville kept his arms around her waist, unwilling to move them elsewhere.
Suddenly Neville heard the doorknob rattling.
“It’s locked,” they heard a male voice say.
“Well, open it,” a female voice said in a dreamy tone, “Are you a wizard or not?”
“Alohomora!” the male said before either of the Gryffindors in the closet could do anything.
Light filled the closet as the door opened, causing Neville to leap up which practically dumped Rose onto the floor. She glared him as she got up while he looked sheepishly at her.
“Sorry,” he said, “They startled me.”
Rose turned her head to glare at the pair who unwittingly interrupted them when she recognized them. “Colin? Luna?” she asked, “I didn’t know you were dating.”
“Err, hi, Rose, Neville,” Colin said, his face reddening from embarrassment, “I didn’t realize this closet was occupied.”
“Gee, didn’t it being locked clue you in?” she asked coldly.
“Sorry,” Colin said, “We’ll find ourselves another one. Come on, Luna love.”
“Okay,” Luna said, “Though I don’t mind sharing. It’s fascinating to see all the farnumps around you and Neville, Rose. Only two people in love would attract that so many of them. I’ve seen them around Harry and Ginny and around Ron and Hermione.”
Rose and Neville stared at Luna as Colin dragged her away and closed the closet door. Then they looked at each other before looking away. Neville felt his cheeks heat up. Was it possible?
“Is she always like that?” he asked Rose, “Luna, I mean. Are there really farnumps?”
“I don’t know,” Rose said as she sat down beside him, “She talks about a lot of creatures whose existence isn’t proven, yet the way she does it makes you pause and consider the possibility.”
They sat in silence before Neville said, “I’m sorry for dumping you on the ground, Rose. I shouldn’t have let them catch us off guard like that. It’s a good thing they weren’t some junior Death munchers or even Professor Snape. Can we pick up where we were earlier?” He looked pleadingly at her.
“All right,” Rose said, sighing, “I forgive you but we should find a more private place so we don’t get interrupted again. I wish Harry hadn’t borrowed the Marauder’s Map. It would have been perfect to find some place deserted and far from other people. Let’s go to your room. I doubt anyone would be there at this time.”
“I don’t know, Rose,” Neville said.
“Oh come on, Neville,” Rose said, “We can put up charms to keep people out. Otherwise, we can just go to the common room and study.”
“Oh, all right,” Neville said, cursing silently to himself, “You win.” He pulled her up and they exited the broom closet, making sure no one was about.
When they reached the door to the sixth year boys’ dorm, they found the door locked. Neville turned to Rose. “I told you. Someone’s in there already. It’s probably your brother, the spell about as strong as my own.”
Rose huffed, “I don’t care. If you want any more snogging tonight, Nev, you better get it open.”
Neville sighed and drew his wand. Looking around to make sure no one saw them, he cast the unlocking charm. He entered the room and saw the curtains drawn around Harry’s bed.
“That proves it’s your brother and Ginny in here, Rose,” he whispered. “I do not want to risk death by being in the same room with Harry while I’m kissing you.”
“Oh come on,” Rose whispered back, “Where’s your sense of adventure, your Gryffindor bravery? If Ginny’s with him, she won’t let him hex you. Otherwise, you can forget kissing me for a week.”
Neville looked at her, trying to decide whether she was bluffing but finally decided his hormones couldn’t take the wait. Her lips were so soft and sweet. The thought of not tasting them for a whole week paled to getting hexed by an angry Chosen One.
Without saying another word, he closed the door and locked it again. He led her to his bed where she sat down cross legged, waiting for him to close the curtains. Neville cast Imperturbable, Silencing and repulsion charms around the bed.
Once that was done, he gathered Rose in his arms and lay her down in the bed, capturing her lips with his. They snogged for several minutes before Neville broke his lips away to nuzzle her neck. Rose moaned and ran her hands over his chest.
Neville almost jumped when he felt her hands on the bare skin of his lower back. He moaned as she ran them feather like over his skin. He ran his hands down her back as he started kissing the side of her neck.
Suddenly, she broke away and sat up. Neville looked up at her in bewilderment. Then his eyes widened as Rose brought her hands to the edge of her blouse and began pulling it up.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” she asked back. “I want us to take the next step in our relationship.”
“Rose, not now,” Neville said.
“Don’t you want to touch me, Neville?” she asked, a hurt look appearing on her face.
Neville sighed before answering, “Of course I do. What bloke doesn’t want to touch his girlfriend? But not with said girlfriend’s brother just a few feet away from them.”
“Oh come on,” Rose said, “They’re probably sleeping after having sex. Harry will never know. We’ll be gone before they wake up. He’ll never know we were here.”
“No, Rose,” Neville said, pulling her back down to the bed, “If he catches us, he’ll see we still have our clothes on.”
He kissed her hard to keep her from saying anything. After a few seconds, she returned the kiss and began running her hands over his chest and arms. Neville ran his hands over her back down to her waist and back up again, drawing a moan from her.
Neville felt her hands lower to his belt. He brought his hands around to stop her.
“Rose, no,” Neville said, “Please, we can’t.”
“Neville,” Rose, “I want to do this. I love you.”
“Oh, Rose,” Neville said, cupping her cheek, “I love you, too. But it’s not the right time. We don’t know how long we have. I don’t want it to be a quickie. I want our first time to take as long as we need. I want it to be perfect for us.”
Rose looked at Neville with a look of appreciation. “Oh, Neville,”
Neville heard something behind him. Turning over, he looked through a slit in the curtains and felt his heart stop. Harry was standing there, naked. It looked like he was staring directly at him.
“It’s Harry,” Neville said, “He’s staring at this bed. How can he know?”
“Well,” Rose said, “The curtains are drawn shut and he can probably feel the magic of your charms.”
“Oh Merlin,” Neville moaned, “I am so dead.”
“Oh come on, Nev,” Rose said, “He wouldn’t dare. I’m sure Ginny will…”
“Wait!” Neville said, “He’s raising his wand! He’s going to cancel my charms….no, wait, Ginny’s stopped him. I think they’re talking through their bond….Harry’s gone back to his bed…he’s dressing up.”
Neville watched Harry and Ginny leave the room after Harry looked one last time in the direction of Neville’s bed.
“Are they gone?” Rose asked Neville after a few seconds.
Neville nodded as he lay back down on his bed and attempted to slow his racing heart. He thanked Merlin that he and Rose were still fully clothed.
Rose draped one arm across his waist and lay her head down on his chest. Noting the rapid beat of her boyfriend’s heart, she asked, “Are you okay?”
“Just give me a minute,” he said, “I almost had a heart attack.”
“Whatever for?” she asked.
“Rose, your brother almost caught us in MY bed,” he said.
“So what?” she asked, “It’s not like we were doing anything like they were, despite my best efforts.” She sounded a little put out.
“Minx,” Neville said, kissing the top of her head, “I don’t know how you convinced me to come in, knowing he and Ginny were already inside. I’m just glad I kept you from undressing. Merlin knows what Harry would have done to me if he’d seen you naked with me in bed.”
After a few minutes, Rose drew herself up until she could look Neville eye to eye. “Nev, now that my brother’s gone, I think it’s safe to do a little more than snog.”
“Rose,” Neville said, a little exasperated, “I told you. It’s not the right time.”
“We don’t have to go all the way, Neville,” Rose said, “I do know there are some things that can be done that don’t qualify as sex.” She smiled seductively at him as she began to unfasten his belt. “I promise you that you’ll love it.”
A/N: There you have it, a perfect day for our three favorite couples. I hope I didn’t disappoint those who were hoping to see Draco with Hermione. The Quidditch play set Harry and Ginny gave him is like a Lego play set though it moves like Wizarding chess sets. I got the idea from another fan fiction story but forgot which one and I thank the author of that story for the idea.