Hey guys, sorry it took me so damn long to update but I was without internet since JULY and now that school has started life is busy again and I've turned into one of those writers that I hate who won't update and gahhh! Sorry... Enjoy. This is the last chapter.

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I was bored, staring up at the ceiling of my tiny dog house. 'I know what I'll do to relieve myself of this boredom!' I thought, 'I'll write a story'. Sitting up, I grabbed my typewriter and climbed up onto the roof and with my typewriter in my lap I began to write, "It was a dark and stormy night…"

Then my eyes snapped open at the sound of my name. I immediately regretted doing so because the sun was shining so brightly through my windows that I went blind for about a moment and rolled off the bed in a mass of confusion. I landed on the floor with a clearly audible 'bang' and my feet went flying above my head.

"Hermione, are you coming to breakfast? Are you even awake? Helloo!" Harry was at the door, of course. There was no doubt in my mind that he was here to escort me to breakfast with Ron but right now I didn't even know where the hell I was.

Still blinded, I did my best to wrap myself up in my massive bed sheets and stagger towards the door. "Harry!" I yelled a little too loudly, "I'll be down in a minute!"

"Are you alright Hermione?" He asked.

"Yes I'm fine! I just overslept…" I said more calmly. I had finally convinced Harry to go away after some more coaxing and leaned my back against the door. I slumped to the floor and my butt landed with a thud. With a tired sigh, I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and looked around. There on the floor next to my clothes was Ginny's picture. I must have knocked it over when I was stumbling around. I picked it up and studied it for a moment.

I've never really looked at art before. I mean, really looked at it. It's a very curious thing to think that someone actually created something with their own hands. This drawing was quite beautiful even in its simplicity. The small and bold lines, the shapes and shadows. Just looking at Ginny's art opened my eyes to just how beautiful humans can be. It made my love for her grow even more.

"Hey, you took the blankets." Ginny's pout brought me out of my thoughts. I looked up at her from my position on the floor, and indeed I did take all the blankets because she was lying there lazily in all her naked glory. It made me smile.

"Did you really sleep through all of that?" I asked.

She rubbed her eyes and yawned. "All of what?"

I smiled and stood up, placing Ginny's art back on the easel, and walked over to her. "Come on," I said, brushing some of her red hair behind her ear. "The boys want us to come to breakfast with them." Suddenly Ginny grabbed me by the waste and pulled me onto the bed, pinning me underneath her.

"I already know what I want for breakfast." She said, nibbling my ear and kissing her way down my neck. I sighed contently, but the mood was broken when Ginny's stomach let out some unearthly moan of hunger.

"Ok," she said, "Maybe I need to rethink my breakfast options."

"Don't worry, babe. I'll be here for desert" I gave her a cheeky smile.

Ginny laughed. "Wow, that was really cheesy."

"Shut up and help me find my clothes!"

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Ok, I'm freaking ending it here :rolls eyes: Seriously, thats enough, don't you think?