Harry gulped nervously as ten p.m. rolled around. Ginny had decided earlier that they would put on a display for her brother. They were supposed to start up in time for Ron to walk in after work. Harry, in fact, was nervous about the whole situation, for good reason. Ron was hardly one to tease, and Harry vividly remembered his injuries from Christmas.

But, then again, when Ginny set her mind to something, it was hard to resist.

Ginny was currently snuggled up against Harry and reading a romance novel. Harry was enjoying holding her while he tried to decide whether or not Ron would kill him.

Ginny suddenly grabbed Harry's wrist to check the time. "It's nearly ten," she set her book down and looked at him expectantly. "Well?"

"Well what?" He knew perfectly well, and he fidgeted slightly under her gaze.

"Aren't you going to kiss me?"

"Er . . ."

"Don't you want to kiss me?"

"It's different. Normally I don't plan this sort of thing." Harry was very uncomfortable. "And usually there aren't this many people around."

Ginny looked around the room. "Harry, everybody is either out in the school or asleep. There are . . . four - no - five people here. And I don't recognize any of them."

"They'll recognize the great Harry Potter," he muttered, somewhat mockingly.

"Harry," Ginny whispered in his ear.

Harry's eyes shut tightly. She nipped his ear and moved down to his throat. Harry had the sneaking suspicion she would get her way. Of course, he didn't much mind letting her have it.

"Mmm . . ." Ginny murmured, as she nuzzled against his cheek. "I love a 5 o' clock shadow."

Harry's voice cracked, ever so slightly. "Do you?"

Ginny nodded, looking into his eyes deeply as she backed away. "Are you ready to kiss me now?" she asked, a bit breathlessly.

Harry was very, very ready. He leaned forward and caught her lips in his. The first few seconds Harry stayed still, basking in everything Ginny. Then he lost everything but sensation. . . He drowned for awhile, but time was lost on him. If asked his name, Harry wouldn't have had a clue. Ginny always managed to do this to him, and he welcomed it.

He snapped back to reality when he felt Ginny's bra unhook in his hand. He was hovering over her, and she was teasing his neck ferociously. Harry sat up, pulling Ginny with him.

"It's different when we're alone," he said quietly, resting his forehead against hers as they regained their breathing.

"Harry, no one's paying attention to us. And it's not as if we're going to do anything anyhow."

"They don't know that."

Ginny laughed throatily. "Come on." She used her arms around his neck to pull her body closer to his.

Harry groaned internally. Ginny had him eating out of her palm once again, but this time Harry kept some leverage. He stayed firmly vertical and kept himself from getting too lost inside of her.

Ginny was always so positive they could hold themselves back. Harry wasn't as optimistic. . . He could lose himself so completely in Ginny that all commonsense left him, and he knew that Ginny got the same way.

Harry lost control of his hands, but he was at the point where he didn't want control back. His hand was sneaking up Ginny's shirt . . . higher . . . higher . . .

"Ginny!" he gasped, pulling away. It was the only thing reverberating through his mind, and his mouth ached to say it again. "Ginny . . ."

She arched into his hand, a look of intense concentration on her face. "So good," she murmured.

Harry was startled out of the world of Ginny when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Harry looked up with horror to see Ron looming over them. He remembered Ginny's original plan, and somehow, he hoped he'd resisted her better.

He yanked his hand away from Ginny's shirt. Ginny hissed as the strap bit into her shoulder. Harry tried again, but it wouldn't budge. Now Ron was starting to notice his predicament. Harry twisted his hand through the loops he'd gotten caught in. A minute later, his hand appeared, unscathed.

He smiled sheepishly at Ron.

Ron stood silent for so long that Harry began to wonder seriously if people could die of shock. Then, suddenly, Ron broke into laughter.

Harry stayed very still. He was afraid Ron was going to make a move any minute, and he didn't want Ginny's older brother to notice any slight movements that might be taken the wrong way.

When Ron quieted, he shook his head as if in mirth. "Next time, get a room," he said. Then he was gone.

Harry looked at Ginny in confusion. "Did that really just happen?"

"Who cares?" Ginny whispered. She kissed him.

This time Harry didn't resist.

* * * * *

Ron went up to the boys' dorms, still filled with humour. Even he was surprised about his non-violent reaction. But for some reason, seeing Harry with his hand stuck underneath a girl's shirt was the funniest thing he'd seen in a long time. Harry hadn't had a real girlfriend for seven years, so Ron was even a little bit proud of his best friend. In fact, had it been anyone but Ginny, he might have asked Harry how it went and teased him mercilessly.

Ron dug through Harry's trunk for the Invisibility Cloak. He figured that Harry owed him one. After all, he didn't ask to see someone feeling his sister up, no matter who it was, or how funny he found it.

Ron slid the cloak around his body and left the dormitories. He didn't glance at the couch Harry and Ginny had been on, but he did see another couple across the room going at each other. He went up the girls' stairs, a route familiar enough in the dark.

He walked into the seventh year room and went straight to Hermione's bed. Then, firmly shutting the curtains behind him, he pulled out his wand and uttered a silencing charm. He went to the bed and climbed in to hold Hermione.

Hermione opened her eyes sleepily. She looked confused when she fuzzily recognized Ron. "What are you doing here?"

"What a nice way to greet your fiancé," Ron mock-pouted.

"Silencing charm?" She asked, keeping her voice low.

"Of course. I'm not as smart as you, Mione, but I'm not dumb either."

"Dumb means an inability to speak. It's cruel that people associate the word with lack of intelligence. I know-"

Ron kissed her briefly. "I think I've already heard that one."

Hermione wrinkled her nose. "You're difficult."

"So you've said." Ron sighed and stretched out on the bed. "They should definitely make these things to accommodate two people. Should be considerate for boyfriends who want to visit their lovely girlfriends, in the dead of the night."

"I think that's why these beds are so small, Ron," she smirked. "It's to discourage dirty minds, like yours, from scandalizing people like me."

"Hermione, I think you're past the scandalized part," he kissed her cheek. "How was your day?"

"Interesting." Hermione looked up at him with one of her rare, seeking glances.. "I, er, sort of decided to stop hiding my pregnancy."

Ron nodded as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Then her words hit him full force. "Hermione!" He gaped.

"No, it's all right, Ron," Hermione assured him. "I was surprised, but Parvati and Lavender are being lovely about this." She recounted her earlier conversation with the two girls.

"How did everybody else react?"

"Shocked! No one saw it coming. I mean, I am the goody-goody know-it-all."

"Yes, but teenage lust always wins over commonsense." Ron frowned. "Do you think Harry and Ginny know that? I walked in on them . . . and Harry's hands . . . oh, I can't even say it!" He shuddered at the memory he'd found funny shortly ago.

"What did you do?" Hermione asked, in dread. "You let Harry keep his head attached to his body, right?"

"Nah. He's in bits and pieces on the common room floor." She punched him, and he sobered. "Actually, Hermione, I did the most peculiar thing. . . I laughed."

"No outbursts of irrational anger?"

"Well, despite laughter being commonly misinterpreted as animosity, no," he teased.

"Wow. Er . . . what brought on this change of heart?"

Ron shrugged. "I just found the situation an utter riot. Harry . . . got his hand stuck in her bra. Besides, I wanted them to get together, and a few months ago I told Harry I was fine about him being with Ginny."

Hermione turned on her side and snuggled closer to Ron. "We need to get that room Dumbledore promised us, huh?"

"Hmm?" He twisted a lock of her hair in his fingers, studying it.

Hermione yawned. "At the beginning of the year . . . we decided we'd get a room to stay in. I hate being away from you at night. And . . . well . . . truth be told, I'm in this nesting stage, and Lavender's messy side of the dorm is driving me nuts!"

"You're odd."

"Oddity is underrated."

Ron kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes. "We'll ask Dumbledore about it sometime soon."

"Good." Hermione sounded sleepy. Ron turned to his side, and they spooned. Soon after, they were both sound asleep.