Just One More Thing
Chapter 10
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The next morning, Hermione awoke to a soft thudding noise in her ear. Somewhere in the middle of the night, her and Harry had rearranged their positioning. Her head was now resting on his chest, directly above his heart. Harry also had a protective hold on her, his chin resting on top of her head, one arm wrapped tightly around her shoulders, the other across her thigh that she had raised up to his stomach.
Hermione had not slept well during the night, although she was thankful at one point. When she had managed to disentangle herself from Harry's arms to go to the bathroom, she was somewhat embarrassed to see dried trails of blood between her thighs. Hermione knew that when she lost her virginity there could be a trace of her lost innocence, she was just relieved that she could clean it up before Harry could see it. She knew by the look on his face when they were making love that he was having an inner battle with himself for causing her pain, the last thing he needed was to know that he had made her bleed. Hermione knew it was completely normal, but Harry being the caring man that he was would feel incredibly guilty, and she didn't want him to feel guilty about a single thing he did to her last night, even though she still felt a little sore between her legs. Upon returning to bed, she muttered a few cleaning spells on the sheets, constantly keeping an eye on Harry in case he woke up. At last she was able to climb back into his arms. She remembered that was how she ended up in their current position.
Hermione was comforted to no end feeling Harry's heartbeat beneath her face, but she had something else going through her head that wasn't as comforting. Hermione was berating herself for forgetting one simple thing last night. The contraceptive charm. She had tried to make excuses for herself throughout the night, the main reason she hardly slept, but nothing she came up with would justify her stupidity. At first her conscious tried to blame it on the champagne, but Hermione was having none of it. She thought back to when she saw a movie with the girls, where a married individual had a one night stand and tried to blame it on drink. "I was drunk, I didn't know what I was doing." After such a line, Hermione recalled saying straight after, "What a load of shit! Don't believe them, they're lying to you." So that excuse was a big no, no.
The second was almost believable. Almost. She was caught up in the moment. Hermione had been thinking about going to bed with Harry so much in the previous days, that she had not thought about anything else. And when they finally did go for it, she was so wrapped up in his body, touches and kisses, that she forgot. When would the right moment have been to interrupt such romantic spontaneity? She had smiled thinking she had found justification, only for another voice in her head to say, "How about before you walked out in your nightgown?" She was robbed of that excuse too. "Bastard."
There was no excuse, well, not one that Hermione would accept for her actions. She was so disappointed in herself. She was suppose to be the brightest witch of her age, yet she had forgot something that should have come as second nature. It was something that if she had to pay for her mistake, would change her life forever, not only hers but Harry's as well.
Hermione was aware that she and Harry had known each other forever, and there was very little that they didn't know about each other, but they had only been in a romantic relationship for a week. She loved him with everything that she had, and she knew he felt the same, but she didn't know whether they worked as a couple in long terms. Under no circumstances was she doubting their feelings for each other, she was convinced they would be together forever, but this kind of situation did raise questions. Hermione liked some things in life to be spontaneous of course, but when it came to relationships the pattern in life she was fond of was, career, love, marriage, then children. Every thought that she had, only lead her to one conclusion, they were no way near ready for a baby. She really had no idea what they would do, if fate decided otherwise.
Hermione felt the hand on her shoulder creep to her face, and start stroking her cheek softly. Harry was waking up. With everything on her mind, she still couldn't help but close her eyes in bliss, when he started to lay light kisses on her head. Harry couldn't remember the last time he had slept so well, and he put it down to Hermione being in his arms all night. He knew she was awake, she was playing with the little hairs on his chest again, she seemed fascinated with them.
"Good morning, princess," he said softly, smiling into her hair at the gentle touch of her fingers against his chest.
He let his hand fall back onto her shoulder, as Hermione raised her head smiling, and met his gaze. "Morning handsome," she leant up and kissed him gently on the lips.
"How are you this morning?" he asked smoothing some hair back form her face.
Hermione decided to hold off telling him what had been going through her mind a few moments ago, for the time being. "Never better."
Harry kissed her forehead, and wrapped his arm around her again hugging her to him. When Hermione was again settled against his chest, he spoke, "I never thought I could be this happy."
Hermione closed her eyes defeated, "If only you knew," she thought. "You don't mind if we stay like this for a while, do you?" she asked softly.
Harry chuckled. "Hermione, I could stay like this forever."
"Me too," she agreed, then kissed his chest affectionately.
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"Draco, you bastard!" Ginny Weasley shouted at the top of her lungs. She was not happy. Draco was in the kitchen starting to make some breakfast for the two of them, when he heard her curse him from the bedroom. He couldn't help but giggle, he knew he was in trouble.
Just then, a fuming Ginny Weasley stormed into the kitchen clutching her robe tightly around her, her wet hair sticking to her face. "What was the one thing I said you couldn't do?!" she asked him hotly.
Draco turned around to face her grinning devilishly. "I don't know what you mean babe."
"Like hell you don't!" she shouted. "What the fuck do you call this?!" Ginny yanked open her bathrobe, and dramatically glanced downwards.
Draco winked, and licked his lips, "I call that a hot looking puss…" Draco was sharply interrupted by his irate girlfriend.
"Don't you dare, you know I hate that word!" Ginny closed her robe and placed her hands on her hips. "Well?"
"You know you look like Hermione when you do that," Draco said, turning around to finish breakfast.
"Don't change the subject," Ginny said sourly. "God Draco, I gave you options you know. I suggested a broom, a snitch, a love heart, I even came up with a lightning bolt," Ginny reminded him using her fingers to accentuate each idea.
Draco turned suddenly to face her. "Yeah right Gin, I'm gonna etch scarheads symbol into your hidden bush," he said sarcastically.
Ginny shook her head in disbelief. "My what?" Before Draco could answer she rasised a hand to stop him. "You know what, never mind. Anything is better than the Slytherin symbol!"
Earlier that morning when Ginny and Draco were taking a shower together, Draco suggested they do something naughty, something that could turn him on to no end. After minutes of debate, she finally allowed him to take her razor to mark out a symbol for what she had multiple suggestions, into her private mound of hair down below. Even though while he was doing it he knew she would go spare, he couldn't help it, and found himself marking out the house symbol which he lived under at Hogwarts. Ginny had now seen his handy work, and was far from happy.
"What can I say babe? I still have a dark side to me. Just thought it would be appropriate seeing as how it houses a snake," Draco grinned at her again, and was a little unsettled to find Ginny now grinning back.
Walking up to him calmly and collectively, Ginny began to tut. "I hope that you got enjoyment out of it baby, because you, and your snake are not coming anywhere near me until it grows back."
Ginny couldn't help but smirk when Draco's mouth fell to the floor.
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Harry and Hermione still hadn't moved from the comfort of the bed, and Harry believed that lazing around this way was going to almost certainly become one of his favourite things to do in future with Hermione. He couldn't seem to let go of her. He would never be able to remember how many times in his life he had dreamed of this moment. Waking up with her in his arms. Thinking back to last night, he couldn't help but feel a tiny blush come to his cheeks. He knew that making love to Hermione was going to be amazing, but wow, never could he have expected that. No words could describe how she made him feel, how she felt when he was inside her, so hot and tight. And now came the guilt, even though towards the end Hermione looked like she was finding some enjoyment, he knew he had hurt her at first, considerably if it made her cry. Hermione had handled it like a trooper for which he was thankful, it would have killed him to stop. With these thoughts in mind, he hugged her tighter to him, and gave her loving kiss to her head.
Hermione raised her head to look at him. "Are you ok?"
He smiled. "Perfect." All he could think of was how much he wanted to repeat last nights performance, but remembered that the guys had told him that the first few times could be uncomfortable for her, so he decided to put the ball in Hermione's court, and let her initiate a suitable time.
Hermione kissed him on the lips. "As much as I hate to do this, I really need a shower," she said disentangling herself from his arms. Hermione sat up on the side of the bed exposing her naked back to Harry, who then leaned up, moved her hair to the side and started tenderly kissing her neck.
"Do you want some company?" he murmured close to her ear.
Hermione turned to face him and smiled weakly. "I'm not going to be long," she said avoiding the question. Truth was she hoped that while in the shower, she could think of a way to broach the subject of what had been bothering her all night and morning. Harry in the shower with her was not going to allow a clear head. Grabbing a robe from a nearby chair, she wrapped it around her missing Harry's confused look.
"That's not what I asked you," he said leaning back on his hands, sheets around his waist.
Hermione blew out a breath. "Fine. I f you want to come in the shower with me then you can," she said harshly, picking up the clothes they had thrown to the floor last night. After looking up and seeing his face drop she regretted it immediately. She had barely slept because of what was going through her mind, and was now ruining their morning after by taking things out on him.
"I'm sorry," she said putting the clothes onto the bed.
Harry still looked down dejected, and reached for the boxer shorts she had just put on the bed. He got out of bed and put them on, and finally met her gaze. "I'll just go order us some breakfast then," he said quietly. Sending her a weak smile he turned and started to leave the room.
"Harry," at the sound of her voice he stopped and turned, just in time to feel Hermione throw her arms around him. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to talk to you like that."
Harry wrapped an arm around her waist, while the other stroked her hair soothingly. "It's ok."
"No it's not," she protested. "This is our morning after and I've ruined it."
"You haven't ruined anything," Harry tried to assure her.
"No you're right I've ruined our lives," she said pulling out of his embrace.
"What are you talking about," he asked confused.
Hermione began pacing nervously. "There's something I need to tell you and you're going to hate me for it."
Harry approached her and gently took hold of her wrists. "Hermione, stop. You'll wear a hole in the carpet." Harry cupped her face and tilted it up to him. "What's going on?"
"I made a huge mistake last night," she told him sadly.
Harry slowly took his hands from her face, and stepped backwards. "You what?" he asked in a whisper.
Hermione knew that he was thinking and quickly closed the gap between them. "No, no, no, not that, never that," she assured him.
Harry looked relieved. "So then what is it?" Hermione still couldn't find the words. "Hermione you know you can tell me anything," he said stroking her cheek.
She finally met his eyes. "I didn't protect myself last night."
"Protect yourself from what?" he asked.
"I didn't do the contraceptive charm," she admitted softly.
"Hermione…" Harry began only to be cut off.
"How could I have been so irresponsible, can you tell me that?" she asked him, braking away from him.
"Hermione…" Harry said with a slight smile.
"I mean how could one be so stupid?! I'm suppose to be bright, straight thinking!" Hermione continued with her rant."
"HERMIONE," Harry shouted.
Hermione stopped immediately and looked at him in surprise. "What?"
Harry smiled at her. "I did it."
"You did it?" she asked shocked. "How?"
Harry raised a hand, "Wandless magic."
"Oh thank god," she said in relief. She walked over to him and put a hand to her head. "I'm so sorry Harry, I don't know how I could've forgotten. How did you know I'd forgotten?"
"Hermione, I had no idea that you hadn't done it yourself," he said honestly.
"So then why did?…"
"Because I don't want you thinking that just because you're the woman that it's automatically down to you," he said softly.
"Oh babe," Hermione wrapped her arms around him.
Harry kissed her head. "This is us Hermione, its my responsibility too."
Hermione cupped his head, and brought his lips to hers. "Merlin, could you be…anymore…perfect?" she said in between kisses.
Harry let his hands wander down to grab her bum, a move that was rewarded with a moan, and began nuzzling her neck. "I'm sure there will be a time when I get so lost in you, that I'll forget." Kissing her cheek he then leant his forehead against hers. "Just out of curiosity, is the thought of having my baby really that bad?"
Hermione's eyes widened. "No…no of course not," she stammered.
"You looked like you were about to have a heart attack," he said chuckling.
"Harry, it has nothing to do with not wanting 'your' baby, I don't think were ready for 'any' baby right now," she said her eyes boring into his.
Harry laughed a little. "I was only joking princess."
"I'm not," she said seriously. "Having children is something I'm not going to be ready to do for a long while."
"I know that Hermione," Harry said folding his arms. "I know how much your career means to you, and I wouldn't expect you to change a thing about your plans for the future just because were together now."
"Your right Harry, my career does mean a lot to me, but you're wrong about plans not having to change," she said putting her hands on his folded arms. "I think about my future a lot, and one thing that it's always included is you."
Harry smiled down at her, "Phew."
"Would you like to have a family one day?" she asked him with a twinkle in her eye.
Harry paused unsure how to answer, "I want whatever makes you happy."
"It can't always be about me you know, you're allowed to want things too," she said raising a hand to stroke his cheek.
"I know, but I have everything I need," said Harry.
"Just answer the question Mr Evasive," Hermione grinned.
"Okay, even though it scares the hell out of me, yeah I would love to be a father one day," he admitted shyly.
"Look at how cute you are," she giggled. "Well you'll be happy to know, that having a family with you is definitely something that I want in the future."
"Really?" he asked.
"Absolutely. It must seem really strange us talking about this after only being together a week, but I feel like we've been together forever," she replied leaning into him.
"I feel that way too," he said embracing her. Both remained silent and content for a few moments before Harry spoke again. "Were you thinking about this all night?" Hermione nodded. "Why didn't you wake me?"
"You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to disturb you," she answered.
"Did you sleep at all?" he asked amused.
"Not really," she admitted.
"Will you promise me that the next time something bothers you so much that it causes you to lose sleep, you'll let me in on it?" Harry asked seriously.
"I promise," she replied.
Harry captured her lips in a soft kiss. "Maybe you should get back in bed and try to get some sleep."
"Only if you get back in bed with me," she cooed while kissing his jaw.
"Go on then you twisted my arm," Harry gave her a quick peck on the lips and started to leave the room.
"Where are you going?"" Hermione asked quickly.
Harry turned around. "To put the 'Do not disturb' sign on the door."
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"But doesn't it get in the way?" Draco questioned.
"Does what get in the way?" asked Seamus.
"The bump," Draco replied.
Seamus, Ron, and Draco were sat around a table currently engrossed in conversation, at Seamus and Lavender's café.
"Well it's kind of hard to miss, but it doesn't effect anything," said Seamus.
Ron took a sip of coffee, and shook his head, "Well I couldn't do it."
"Don't get me wrong guys at first I had reservations about it too, but I'll be honest and say that Lavender is even more sexy to me now that she's pregnant," Seamus said with a smile.
"How's that?" Draco asked intrigued.
"It's hard to explain, after we got married I never thought I could love her more than I did. But when your wife tells you she's carrying your child, she becomes…all that more beautiful, and special…," Seamus answered before trailing off.
Draco drummed his fingers on the table. "But what does that have to do with having sex?"
"It makes it all the more intimate," Seamus mused. "It's not something that men can understand until it happens to them I suppose."
"I just think it's too weird," Ron said leaning back against his chair. "If Luna was ever pregnant I could never…" Ron shuddered at the thought.
"So you'd be willing to give up sex for nine months?" Seamus laughed.
Before Ron could answer Ginny walked into the café approached the table.
Draco sat up straight and smiled at his girlfriend. "Get everything you needed baby?"
Ginny glared at him and looked at Seamus. "Is Lavender ready to go Shay?" she asked completely ignoring her boyfriend.
"Er yeah, I'll go get her," Seamus replied.
After Seamus left, Ron gestured for his sister to sit down, only to be refused. "No thank you Ron. You see it would be much easier for me to ignore Draco if I was standing here, than it would be if I was to sit next to him," she explained.
Ron saw Draco roll his eyes and fold his arms. "Wanna tell me what's going on?"
"I don't know," Ginny said glancing at Draco. "Want to tell him what's going on slime ball?"
"Not really," Draco said, and was relieved when Lavender and Seamus came to the table.
"Hi Gin," Lavender said hugging her friend.
"Ready to go?" Ginny asked.
Lavender nodded, and was about to turn to kiss her husband goodbye when she saw Ron staring oddly at her stomach. "Something wrong Ron?"
"Oh…no…nothing, just…you're getting pretty big now," Ron stuttered.
"I've been getting pretty big for the last few months now if you haven't noticed," Lavender affectionately rubbed her stomach, and missed Seamus pinch Ron's shoulder.
"Ouch!" Ron screeched.
"Are you ok?" Lavender asked.
"Yeah," Ron said rubbing his shoulder. "I'm fine."
Seamus decided to change the subject. "So where you girls going?"
Lavender turned to him. "Oh well were going for dinner, and I need to get some more clothes for the baby, and just some things in general."
"Well you have good time," Seamus told her, before kissing her cheek. "Look after her Gin."
"You got it," Ginny assured him, and with that they started to walk out the café.
"See you later baby," Draco called out to Ginny.
"Piss off," Ginny replied with her back still to him.
Seamus and Ron exchanged looks. "What was that?" Seamus asked.
"Nothing," Draco lied. Seeing his two friends shrug, Draco rubbed his chin and enquired, "How long do you think it takes for pubic hair to grow back?"
Both Ron and Seamus looked at him in disgust.
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Hermione had been asleep for almost three hours, and Harry was still nowhere near bored of looking down on his sleeping beauty. He was lying behind her propped up on one arm, his head against his hand, the other arm holding her tightly against him. Hermione had earlier suggested that they go back to bed together, and was insistent on this being done naked. After taking off his boxers, he crept in bed behind Hermione, and wrapped her in his arms protectively. She must have been exhausted, as she was asleep within minutes. Harry had managed to doze off for an hour, and woke up to find Hermione still sleeping like a baby. Even though he was now wide awake, he still couldn't pull himself away from this perfect picture. He cautiously took his arm from her waist and rested it on her thigh, before lightly trailing his fingertips along her hip onto the side of her stomach. His hand then crept up her back, over her shoulder and down her arm. When he leaned in to kiss her shoulder, Hermione's eyes began to flutter open.
Hermione rolled onto her back to face him. "Hi," she said.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you," Harry murmured in her ear.
"Liar," Hermione giggled. "How long have I been asleep?" she asked yawning.
"About three hours," Harry answered smiling.
Hermione's eyes widened. "Are you kidding?"
"C'mon you hardly slept last night, it's no problem," Harry said.
Hermione relaxed a little. "How long have you been up?"
"About two hours," he replied, and started playing with some strands of her hair.
"Doing what?" she asked with narrowed eyes.
"Just watching you sleep, and sneaking the occasional peek under the covers." Whatever Hermione was about to say became irrelevant, when Harry pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was deep and wet, Harry's tongue diving into explore her mouth fully. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, and let her fingers thread through his messy mop of hair. All thoughts escaped her, and she leaned into the kiss, letting out a small moan. Her tongue battled with his, both anxious to explore each other's mouths. It was lazy, and passionate, the occasional moan from Hermione being the only noise in the room. When they pulled away minutes later, it was only because they were beginning to be deprived of oxygen.
Hermione stared into his eyes, she desperately wanted to make love with him again, but was still far to tender in the lower region to try and take him inside her at that moment. Just then, a thought popped into her head. It was something that she knew she would do for him eventually, and believed there was no time like the present to try it. Deciding to give it a go, Hermione sat up, and pushed Harry by the shoulders down onto his back. Climbing onto him, legs either side of his waist, Hermione laid out her hands flat against his chest.
Harry's eyes rose to stare appreciatively at her breasts, his hands reaching up immediately to cup and gently squeeze her soft mounds Hermione put her hands on top of his and looked at him with raw passion in her eyes, marvelling at how his ever growing bulge felt beneath her. Harry's hands left her breasts, and began gripping the sheets on the bed, exercising much restraint.
Hermione leant down to kiss him briefly on the lips, before trailing hot kisses down his chest, Harry watching her get lower and lower. Hermione finally got in between his legs, and started to slide her hands up the insides of his thighs. Glancing upwards, she was happy to see Harry visibly swallowing. She had heard stories from her friends about when they did this for their boyfriends, and husbands, not surprisingly mainly from Ginny. Ginny also told her it was the easiest way to pleasure a man. Hermione also remembered hearing that there wasn't really any real way to do it wrong, you could only get better. "Oh well," she thought. "Practise makes perfect."
Looking down at Harry's erection, she studied it for a while. She hadn't really paid that much attention to its appearance last night, all she could think of then was how the hell was it suppose to fit. Well it did, undeniable proof still giving her the occasional sting down below. Before running the risk of Harry getting impatient, she began concentrating on the task at hand.
Running her fingertips lightly over the dark hairs at the base of his hard on, she leaned down slightly and exhaled over the head of his cock. Parting her lips slightly, she took the weeping head into her mouth, running her tongue over the small slit. Hermione heard Harry inhale sharply, a small sound spurred her on. Slowly, she engulfed his entire length, running her tongue down and over the protruding vein. Bobbing her head, she alternated between sucking and licking his cock, her hand stroking his length as she focused on the head. Reaching up with her other hand, she cupped his sac, heavy in her palm, gently squeezing his balls. Suckling on his cock greedily, she didn't have a care for the crude slurping noises she was making.
Glancing up towards Harry's face, she was shocked to see that he had his eyes screwed shut and was lightly sweating. His lips were slightly parted, breathing heavily and trying to keep control of himself. He was gripping the sheets so tightly beside him that his knuckles had begun to turn white.
Hermione took more of his cock deep into her mouth, sucking more forcefully than before. Harry's hips bucked, and he made a grunting sound, he was losing the battle of concentration. He opened his eyes wide, and Hermione saw the muscles in his thighs tightening. Letting out a low cry, he leant up on his elbows to watch as he spilled himself into Hermione's mouth. He was even more shocked to see that she swallowed the whole load he had just fired into her mouth.
As he felt himself start to calm down, he smiled still breathless when Hermione continued to lick him some more. When she was sure she had got every drop from him, she gave the head one last kiss, and slowly crawled up towards Harry on her hands and knees.
"Did you like that?" she asked, kissing chest.
"Like it?" he repeated, still leaning on his elbows. "Hermione, I loved it."
"Good," Hermione leaned in and kissed his lips, as Harry wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against his own body, back down to the bed. Hermione let her hands rake through his dark hair, her forearms level with his face, as Harry moved his hands lovingly up and down her back.
"That's not something I expected you to do for a while at least," Harry told her.
"Well you went down on me last night, so its only fair." she reasoned.
Harry couldn't help but laugh, he knew Hermione almost all his young life, and could never had imagined her to talk like that, or do something like that. He loved this side of her. They had only been in a physical relationship one night, and it was only going to get better.
"Just what are you laughing at Mr Potter?" she asked smirking.
"I've got a naughty girlfriend," he exclaimed in a cute fashion.
"Who's going to get even naughtier when my soreness goes away," she added playfully. She saw a look of concern pass across Harry's features. "What?" she asked softly.
"I hurt you," he said guiltily.
"Harry it's completely normal, I told you that," she tried to assure him.
"Still," he said trying to look away, only to have Hermione grab the side of his face.
"I'll make a deal with you," she said. "Years from now, when were in St Mungo's, and I'm howling in pain pushing out our firstborn from my body, I'll let you feel as guilty as you like. Deal?"
Harry gave her a toothy grin, "Years?"
"I'm thinking at least five," she said.
"Two," he countered.
"Three," she offered.
Harry though for a while. "Deal."
Hermione chuckled, and leant down for another kiss.
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"He did what?" Lavender asked laughing.
"I'm serious, he was this close," Ginny started, using her thumb and forefinger to describe what tolerance she had left. "To getting a smack in the mouth."
Ginny and Lavender had shopped for baby clothes, and had been to Gringotts to deposit the café takings from the previous week. They were currently sat in a restaurant having just finished dinner. Ginny had just finished telling Lavender what had happened between her and Draco that morning.
"I gotta say Gin, you and Draco do some pretty weird things," said Lavender.
"Well we like to keep things, exciting shall we say," Ginny defended. "But this time he went too far, I told him he's not to come near me until it grows back."
"It's still there?" Lavender asked shocked.
"Of course not," Ginny replied quickly. "I had to shave the whole thing."
"I read somewhere that some men go for that kind of thing," Lavender said, before taking a sip of her juice.
Ginny shook her head. "No, Draco prefers a full bush."
Lavender covered her face with her hands and laughed, then Ginny's mobile began to ring. "Oh thank Merlin," Lavender joked, hoping to steer away from this particular conversation.
Ginny looked at her phone and squealed excitingly. "It's Hermione," she announced, then answered her phone. "Hi." She paused for a while. "I'm good how are things there, are you having a good time?" After listening for a moment, Ginny inhaled a breath. "Really? Tell, tell, tell."
Lavender watched the excitement on the youngest Weasley's face, and gestured for her to let her in on what was going on, although she had a pretty good idea.
"So where's Harry now," Ginny asked into the phone. "Oh my…….was it good?……how big is it?……What, Hermione do you not know me at all? Put us out of our misery……Wow that had to hurt, but in a good way right?"
"What?" Lavender silently mouthed.
"Okay, well enjoy the rest of your trip, and Friday is girls night got it?" Ginny laughed. "I will…everyone's fine I will give them your love, say hi to Harry for us…okay…love ya, bye."
Ginny snapped her phone shut and looked into the face of an expectant Lavender. "He's as romantic as Romeo, hung like a horse, and our Hermione is finally a woman," she finished proudly.
"Oh," Lavender sighed dreamily. "Cheers," she said raising her glass.
Ginny's glass connected to hers with a soft 'ching', "Next girls night is going to be so much fun."
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Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out. I have been really busy with work lately. Hope you enjoyed this instalment, and will update as soon as I get chance. Thanks again for the reviews you guys leave, stories mean nothing without them. If I don't post before the 31st, Happy Halloween.