A/N: Sorry this took so long everyone, and I'm sorry it's ridiculously short. I have been unbelievably busy the last couple of weeks, hardly even having time to check my email. I also wanted to apologize for the horrible grammar in the first few chapters. Once I'm done with this story I'll probably go back through and fix them. But anyway, thank you to the reviewers! I always love reviews! I will most definitely be updating soon! Enjoy!

Chapter 4

"Hey Pans, you want to get some drinks with us after work?" Ginny called across the cubicles to her new friend.

"Ginny, one thing you should know about me, I never turn down a chance to drink." The two woman smirked at each other before sinking back down into the chairs in their respective cubicles.

It was Friday night, and Ginny was beyond excited to see the sexy Irishman again. They were meeting up at a restaurant in muggle London to have a bite to eat around seven o'clock. The day seemed to drag until five when everyone got off work for the weekend; however once it did roll around Ginny, Pansy, Hermione, and Gwin were already walking into the elevator and out the front doors to the chic bar across the street. Once there each person ordered a drink, Hermione sighing as everyone's drinks were placed in front of them, "I hate not being able to drink alcohol." She said while placing a hand over her stomach, which hadn't started to show yet.

"I'm stoked, now I don't have to babysit you when you get sloshed." Ginny said with a smirk to her best friend.

"Granger? Sloshed? Are you serious?" Pansy asked, laughing slightly.

"Oh believe me, once this little girl got out of school and realized alcohol existed, you couldn't pry it out of her hands until she was blacked out on the floor next to the john." Ginny explained while laughing.

"Oh shut it Gin, you didn't used to be so great at taking your alcohol either." Hermione muttered, sipping on her sweet tea.

"But I'm great at it now!"

"Cheers to that!" Pansy said as the two woman clinked their glasses together.

About two hours later the four of them finally decided to leave, Ginny being the first to suggest it as Hermione was looking a little ill. She made sure her best friend got home first before apparating to her flat to begin to get ready for her hot date. She snorted at the thought of it. She just couldn't wait for the sex that would ultimately happen.

With a sultry smile planted on her lips she sauntered up to the door where Jack had his back turned to her, smoking a cigar as he waited for the beauty to arrive. "Smoking is bad for you." She whispered in his ear.

He smirked and turned around, immediately throwing the cigar to the ground and wrapping his arms around her thin waist. "Yes ma'am, and I love it." He winked at her before kissing her up her neck to her jaw line, but before reaching her lips he took a step back and held his arm out to her, "Shall we?" She laughed and linked her arm through his before they entered the restaurant and sat down at a small round table, him sitting next to her with his arm over the back of her chair. "I thought we could get to know each other a little better." He explained lightly as he looked in her eyes.

"I thought we knew each other pretty well from our exploration after the ball." She smirked at him before turning her head to look at the menu.

He laughed, "This is true, but I can't help but feel drawn to you. I want to know more about you." His fingers started tracing light patterns on her arms as they began talking and getting to know each other better.

Jack had a continuous line of whiskey on the rocks brought to him, while she drank her customary martini. Before long they had ended up back at his apartment and in his hot tub.

"I'm starting to like that you have this hot tub." She said before taking a sip of raspberry champagne out of her glass.

"I am too, lass." He muttered in her ear before kissing it softly. They were sitting side by side, with his arm over her shoulders and the sides of their bodies completely pressed up against each other. She smirked at him before getting out of the water, as she did she pulled at the ties on the back of the swimsuit, letting it fall in the water. She turned halfway and looked over her shoulder at him, shooting him a seductive look before continuing on into his house, taking a sip off her glass of champagne. It wasn't long before he was out of the hot tub, he walked up behind her and picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. She dropped her glass, letting it shatter on the stone floor before putting her arms around his neck as they kissed heatedly, tongues dancing. Before she knew it he placed her on his bed, and once again the hot tub wasn't the only thing keeping the couple heated up that night.

As the rays of light filtered into his room and onto the bed, the Irishman, and the red head started stirring. She opened her eyes slowly and smiled at the feeling of him spooning, "Good morning doll." He muttered in her ear, his voice husky and scratchy from sleep.

"Good morning." She rolled over and he kissed her softly.

"I was thinking we should get some breakfast." He said as he kissed his way down her lips, her jaw, and down to her neck where he sucked at her shoulder softly./

"Mmm, sounds great." She said while tilting her head back. "You know what sounds even better though…" She smirked and straddled his waist as she took control of the kissing party he was having on her neck and shoulder. She kissed down his chest, making sure to place special attention on each nipple before heading farther south, pushing the sheets down with her.

After fully satisfying him, she got the same in return, loving every little bit of it. They jumped in the shower, and enjoyed each other again before getting out.

"I need to go to my flat real quick and change my clothes," She said, motioning to her dress on the floor.

"Why don't I just meet you there?"

She raised an eyebrow and thought for a moment, debating whether she wanted him to know where she lived yet or not. She shrugged after a moment, "Sure. See you there in about ten minutes." With that she apparated to her flat with a crack and began throwing on a pair of blue jeans, a simple black v-neck sweater, and a pair of high heeled black suede boots. Just as she'd thrown a couple glamour spells on her hair, and finished her makeup she heard her doorbell ring. "At least someone knocks these days…" She muttered with a smirk before walking down the hall and opening her door. She smiled at him and gestured for him to come in. "Let me just grab my purse and we'll go. Make yourself at home." She called while walking back down the hallway to transfigure her clutch from last night into a regular purse. As she headed back up the hall he was sat down at one of the stools at the bar table to her kitchen. "You ready?"

"Yes I am. You look stunning." He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her before they walked out the front door and down onto the street. They went to a small café down the street, and ate breakfast together, talking lightly like the night before. After they were both finished, they walked around the small shops, going in one here and there. He ended out buying her a little red dragon stuffed animal, which she absolutely loved, but didn't show too too much excitement for; she wanted to keep her feelings compressed inside her, not letting all of her true excited feelings for him to come out quite yet. By early afternoon they headed back to her place to have a light lunch, and to watch a movie on the telly.

They were having a fantastic time, they'd finished their lunch of spaghetti that she'd whipped up, and were about four glasses in, and halfway through the movie. They had a blanket over them and were curled up on the couch together when there was a crackling at the fireplace and Harry's head appeared.

"Ginny! Hermione is in the hospital!"

"What?" Ginny yelped as she ran over to the fire, tripping on the blanket on the way.

"She blacked out after doing a little shopping today and hasn't come to yet."

"What room?" She asked quickly.

"245!"

"Be right there!" With that Harry's head disappeared and Ginny shot up to grab her purse and jacket. Without even a second thought she appeared in the lobby of St. Mungo's, vaguely aware that Jack was following her. Once she reached the room she sat down on the bed next to the pale Hermione laying there. Healer Weston soon came in and everyone turned to look at him, "What's wrong with her?" Ginny asked quickly.

He looked around the room at the worried faces before beginning to explain.