Finding Wendell and Monica....

AN: This story is dedicated to Tim Deck who is always most complimentary in his reviews.

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No one could say Hermione Granger had led a boring life. In fact since entering the magical world some eight years previously it had been anything but. It had begun in her first year at Hogwarts when Harry and Ron had rescued her from the Mountain Troll and progressed through the years til now three weeks after the Battle of Hogwarts and the downfall of Voldemort where she Ron and Harry were standing in the kitchen of the Burrow after Andromeda Tonks had made a loud and rather public exit.

‘I will kill that woman!’ Harry seethed the angry snap of Andromeda’s disapparation still echoing around the kitchen.

‘Okay people’s show’s over!’ Ron said leaning out of the kitchen window ‘time to head home’

‘Harry you need to calm down’ Hermione pleaded as the other guests at the wake began disapparating.

‘Calm down?’ Harry yelped ‘calm down? Hermione that woman just left me on my own with a month old baby! What the fuck am I supposed to with a baby? I don’t know how to be a parent no one’s ever shown me how to be one!’

‘Don’t worry Harry we’ll help’ Neville said ‘all your friends will you don’t have to do this on your own’

‘That isn’t going to stop me from tracking down Andromeda and murdering her!’ Harry hissed flopping down into his usual seat.

‘I’ll go and have a go at tracking her down’ Kingsley said getting to his feet.

‘I’m coming with you!’ Harry said jumping up.

‘No Harry you’re not in the right frame of mind to go and do anything’ Ron said firmly pushing Harry back into his chair.

‘Are you saying I’m mental?’

‘Harry if you go anywhere now in the mood you’re in than yes you are’ Ron said reasonably ‘sit down take a deep breath and calm down, maybe even have a shot of Firewhiskey’

Harry remained silent.

‘Well at least it wasn’t me who fucked things up this time’ George said in a drunken stupor lifting up his snifter of Firewhiskey ‘cheers’

‘Oh for fucks sake George have some tact you piss head’ Percy snapped

Keen to escape the tense atmosphere Hermione serruptisiously left the kitchen and went outside to sit down at one of the abandoned chairs. Ron followed her concern etched on his face.

‘You okay?’ he asked pulling a chair close to her and sitting down.

‘Yeah I just fancied getting outside for a bit’ Hermione said kicking off her shoes and wiggling her painted toes.

Ron bent down and lifted Hermione’s feet onto his lap where he began rubbing the toes on her left foot.

‘I hate all this’ Hermione said after a moment of silence ‘all this death and misery. You know most of the funerals we’ve been to have been for people we knew? I hate it I hate it’

Ron ran his fingers through Hermione’s chesnuts locks and dropped a kiss on her forehead.
‘I hate it too’ he said ‘I hate that we farewelled two of the best people I ever knew today and three weeks ago I said goodbye to one of my brothers. But you know what makes it all bareable, what stops me from nicking into the liquor cabinet and getting off my guts like George?’

‘What?’

‘You’ Ron said his ears going red ‘you keep me sane Hermione. The thought of you kept me going throughout the Battle and the aftermath. Even when I abandoned you and Harry all those months ago. The thought of you brought me back. I still feel such a twat over that’

‘You shouldn’t’ Hermione said with a small smile.

Ron made a face.

‘Well yeah maybe you should’ Hermione said with a giggle ‘but Harry and I forgave you for that you know we did. Don’t think on it. It doesn’t make me think any less of you. I know Harry doesn’t think any less of you. As he said it shows balls to come back and admit you’re wrong’

‘Yeah...well..’ Ron said ‘have you thought about when you’re going to get your parents?’

‘Not since the funerals started’ Hermione said summoning a glass and filling it with water with a poke from her wand ‘I want to stay to attend the funerals of all the people we know first. That leaves Colin Creevey’s tomorrow. Then we had the Lockinge Valley riots and recovering from that. But after seeing Harry like he is after Andromeda disapparating like that I’m not sure wether I should leave going a bit longer. He’s so fragile at the moment. I was going to ask him to come along you know but he can’t and probably won’t now. He needs his friends around him. The enchantments I placed on Mum and Dad are strong enough to keep them safe until it’s time to get them’

‘Hermione you can’t put it off forever and Harry is a grown man’

‘Yeah but Ron he’s fragile at the moment surely you can see that you’re his best friend!’ Hermione said ‘he needs all his friends around him and that includes the both of us! We can’t just up and abandon him’

‘I wasn’t suggesting we do that’ Ron said ‘and we wouldn’t be abandoning him look at what Neville said just now he’ll have all his friends and all the Weasleys around to help him with Teddy. Especially Mum she was born to be a parent that woman. And as you said when we were in St Mungos after Lockinge Valley you know where your parents are it shouldn’t take more than a couple of days to bring your parents home. He’ll hardly miss us’

‘Yeah....I know’ Hermione said with a long drawn out sigh ‘at least let’s wait til Colin’s funeral has passed yeah? I couldn’t not go’

‘Interesting he’s having a muggle funeral’ Ron mused watching a flock of starlings fly by on their way to roosting for the night.

‘Well it makes sense Ron’ Hermione said dryly ‘he is Muggleborn and his whole family are Muggles. If he had a wizarding one only his parents and Dennis would turn up and Colin deserves to be sent off by his family. Plus only his parents knew he was a wizard the rest of his family would get suspicious if he didn’t have a funeral and even in times like this the statute of secrecy needs to be upheld’

Ron leaned forward and kissed Hermione soundly on the lips.
‘You’re entirely too sensible Hermione Granger’ he said with a grin running his index finger down the side of he neck.

Hermione shivered.
‘Oh Ron not here!’ she hissed with an embarrassed grin ‘really you’re an innapropriate git sometimes’

Ron chuckled.
‘Hey what can I say you don’t usually complain’

‘I didn’t say I was complaining’ Hermione said turning bright red ‘just not here yeah? Later when everyone’s in bed’

‘Now who’s being innapropriate?’

‘Oh ha ha’

A few minutes later their attention was drawn to Neville leaving the house being pushed in his wheelchair by Hannah the two St Mungo’s Healers that had accompanied him during the day following close behind.

‘You’re heading off then mate?’ Ron said getting up and striding over.

‘Yeah I thought it were about time’ Neville said ‘it’s getting a bit personal in there you know? And besides the director of Intensive Care would be having a Hippogriff by now I was supposed to be back in my room three hours ago. That was his directive but I wanted to see how things went with your Dad and Kingsley trying to find Andromeda and they’re not back yet. I can’t stay here all night’

‘Well you take care yeah?’ Ron said shaking his friends hand firmly ‘no more rushing into things’

‘Oh you’re one to talk’ Hermione said in amusement ‘you were so close behind Neville rushing into things at Lockinge Valley I’m surprised you’re not in the same ward with him comparing surgery scars’

‘She has a point there’ Hannah said with a giggle.

‘Excuse me we weren’t the only ones to go down there in the first group’ Ron said ‘I know I suffered a severe concussion but I distinctly remember you getting up to the boys dorm before we were all fully dressed! If it weren’t for the fact Kingsley insisted we go down there together you would’ve been there first’

‘You can’t argue with that Hermione’ Neville said with a grin and Ron chuckled to himself.

‘Oh shut up’ Hermione said dryly then leaning down and hugging her friend ‘you look after yourself Neville. When you’re well Ron and I will come up to the Manor to vist you okay?’

‘Sure thing Hermione, you’re welcome any time’

Ron and Hermione stood hand in hand as Hannah wheeled Neville through the yard out the gate abd down the long path to where they would catch the Knight Bus til the early evening dusk swallowed them. They then turned and went back inside. George and Angelina had retired upstairs and the rest of the Weasley’s had filtered into the lounge room where there was much more room. It was only after sitting down with Hermione on a conjured pouffe that Ron noticed Harry was also absent.

‘Fleur and I better be going Mum it’s getting late’ Bill said standing up and kissing his mother on the cheek ‘let us know when Dad and Kingsley get back yeah?’

‘Of course dear have a safe trip home’

And seconds later Bill and Fleur hand in hand disapparated.

‘Where’s Harry?’ Ron asked.

‘Upstairs in the Percy’s old room with Teddy’ Mrs Weasley replied looking up at the ceiling her brow furrowed in concern ‘poor boy. He’s had so much to deal with, then this’

‘We’ll all be here for him’ Hermione said flopping down on the lounge.

‘I think he knows that dear it just might take him a while to ask for the help he’s going to need’ Mrs Weasley said sagely fluffing the cushions on the nearest chair unecessarily.

‘Mum sit down, fussing isn’t going to make you feel any better’ Charlie said getting up and gently pushing his mother into the nearest chair.

‘But your father!....and Kingsley....’

‘Are grown men and can look after themselves’ Charlie said firmly ‘Kingsley’s the Minister for Magic for Merlin’s sake Mum’

‘Yes I know’ Mrs Weasley said deflating faster than a popped balloon.

Exactly an hour later the rushing sounds of the floo network activating sounded from the kitchen and Ron, Hermione, Mrs Weasley, Percy and Ginny who had all gathered in the lounge room rushed into the kitchen as Mr Weasley then Kingsley arrived back.

Kingsley had barely taken a breath to speak when the air snapped and Harry apparated downstairs.

‘Bloody hell Harry don’t DO that!’ Hermione protested weakly leaping in fright.

Harry ignored her.
‘Any news?’ he asked Kingsley.

‘No none’ Kingsley replied shaking his head ‘we checked her house and all the houses of Ted Senior’s remaining relatives she’s gone. She’s not contacted any of them and when we went inside her house everything was gone all her furniture, ornaments, pictures you name it’

‘And all her wardrobes and trunks were empty. Wherever she’s gone she’s gone for a long time’ Mr Weasley added solemnly.

Harry swore so loudly Pigwidgeon who was perched on the nearby cloak stand flapped his wings and squawked at the disturbance.

‘I’m going to head to the Ministry early tomorrow morning and check wether any unauthorised Portkeys domestic or International have been created’ Kingsely went on ‘that might then give us an idea of where Andromeda’s gone’

‘Why can’t you do it now?’ Harry asked forcefully ‘you’re the fucking Minister of Magic Kingsley you can find out how many times a day a Hippogriff shits in the woods!’

There was an outbreak of subdued hissing as everyone in the room including Percy witheld snorts of laughter.

‘Harry be reasonable’ Mr Weasley said ‘it’s half past ten at night no one in the whole Department for Magical Transportation would be on duty expecially in the Portkey Office....and Kingsley recalling the workers at this time of night is not going to help in any way’ he added ‘it’s best done in the morning when we’ve all had a good night’s rest’

‘Don’t worry Harry I haven’t run out of options just yet’ Kingsley said as Harry made a face.

‘She’s planned this’ Harry said quietly ‘she must’ve planned this since the Final Battle, with her house empty and clothes gone what the hell was she thinking?’

‘Only Andromeda can answer that’ Kingsley said ‘but rest assured I’ll put all my contacts onto it I promise. But you have to realise there’s only so much I can do. Andromeda is an extraordinarily skilled witch and someone of her ability if they so want can be impossible to track down. She could’ve gone as far as to change her identity forge muggle documents and leave the country. If she’s done that then there is nothing I can do’

‘Well....thanks’ Harry said in a half angry half defeated tone slumping down in his chair ‘you know this is the last mess I wanted to be left in. I’ve only just come out of one that’s goverened my whole damn life. I need some peace and bloody quiet!’

‘Arthur and I can put the wards up around the Burrow again Harry you’ll be left alone then’ Mrs Weasley suggested ‘it really wouldn’t be any trouble we can ajust the magic as to only admit people you know and trust’

‘No Mrs Weasley you’re not doing that again’ Harry said firmly ‘it was enough hassle last time’

‘Harry that was because we were organising a wedding and it was the middle of the war’ Ron said sitting down next to his mate ‘it’s not half the issue you think it would be now’

‘And if you must insist us wanting to help you a hassle then go right ahead’ Hermione chimed in ‘but if you don’t want wards up we respect that....don’t we?’ she added giving each person in the room a steady stare.

There were mumbles of agreement.

‘Well it’s getting late I might head up to bed’ Percy announced moments later after politely covering a yawn ‘good evening Minister’

‘Good evening Percy’

Percy made his way to the staircase and shortly after that a door on the first landing opened then closed.

‘I think I better be making tracks too’ Kingsley said ‘there’s much to do in the morning’

‘Let me know everything you find out will you Kingsley?’ Harry said getting to his feet and offering his hand to the Minister.

Kingsley grasped Harry’s hand.
‘Of course you know I will’ he replied in his deep reassuring voice ‘don’t worry Harry’

‘Hmmph’

Within half an hour everyone but Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny had retired for the night. The remaining four gathered around the end of the old dining table with a half empty bottle of Firewhiskey between them.

‘You shouldn’t be drinking that stuff’ Ron said to Ginny as she poured each of them a measure ‘you’re too young’

‘You’re too nosy’ Ginny replied with a barely discernable smile that made Harry and Hermione snort in appreciation ‘I’m three months away from turning of age. If you don’t like me drinking firewhiskey you can shove it up your arse. And you got pissed after your first Year N.E.W.T exams so you can’t exactly talk’

‘She has a point there mate’ Harry said with a grin accepting his snifter from Ginny with a wink ‘the only person more pissed than you was Seamus’

‘Yeah yeah whatever just don’t let Mum know I know you drink young she’ll have my head’ Ron mumbled drawing his glass close ‘thanks’

There were several minutes of silent compsanionsip then Harry was the first one to speak.
‘So Hermione when are you going to Australia to retreive your parents?’

Oh I uh-haven’t much thought about it’ Hermione said apparently surprised by the break in the silence.

‘Oh bullshit, you may not have said anything to anyone about it but I know you’re thinking about it I’m one of your best mates Hermione I know when something is really bothering you’

‘Okay well then yes I have been thinking about how I’m going to go about retreiving them’ Hermione replied ‘but all the funerals and memorial services have a taken a bit of time’

‘You’d go right this minute if you weren’t so proper’ Harry said with a grin.

‘No after Colin’s funeral tomorrow’ Hermion replied ‘I can’t very well miss the funeral of a D.A member can I?’

‘I don’t think anyone would think less of you if you did’

‘That’s not my concern Harry’ Hermione said ‘I’ve long stopped caring what people think of me’

‘Then what’s bugging you?’

‘W-well I had the trip to Australia all planned after the Battle of Hogwarts then Lockinge Valley happened’ Hermione began ‘I was all set on asking you and Ginny to come along with Ron and I but now you’ve got this trouble of Andromeda leaving you and the responsibility of looking after Teddy’

‘Ginny can stil go’ Harry said talking into his snifter.

‘Harry I am not going to leave you here all by yourself’ Ginny said ‘we can all go to Australia another time’

‘I’m sorry Harry me leaving to find Mum and Dad really isn’t an appropriate subject given todays events’ Hermione said going pink in the face.

‘Stuff that Hermione you go and find your parents they’re important’ Harry said firmly ‘I’ll be fine here on my own with Gin and the rest of the Weasley’s. Bring your folks home that’ll bring a little normality back in the world and we’re going to need some of that in the coming months’

‘Y-you sure you don’t mind?’ Hermione asked skeptically.

‘No I don’t’ Harry replied ‘I doubt I would go now even if the shit with Andromeda hadn’t hit the fan. I just don’t feel like travelling at the moment. Hell us three did enough of that this past twelve months and I’m well and truly jack of it. If I never see the inside of another tent the rest of my life it’lll be too soon’

Ron laughted heartily and even Hermione managed a smile.

‘Well if you’re sure’ she said reluctanty.

‘I am, I’ll even help you plan for the trip’ Harry said ‘are you going the muggle of magical way?’

‘I thought about going the muggle way’ Hermione said ‘I haven’t been on a plane in a while’

‘A plane?’ Ron said ‘and how long is that going to take?’

Hermione furrowed her brow.
‘Depends what route we take’ she said ‘London to Singapore and Singapore to Australia is the shortest route. I’ve done a bit of research and it’s approximately fourteen hours from London to Singapore then another six and a half seven hours to Australia’

‘It takes that long to get to Australia?’ Ron exclaimed in disbelief ‘Apparating or hitching a ride on a Portkey would be quicker. And you’ve been wanting to retreive your parents ever since the second the Battle ended. The quicker the better I reckon’

‘You sure you’re not just wussing out Ron?’ Ginny chided with a grin.

‘I do not wuss out’

‘With your reward money from the Ministry you could afford a first class seat’ Harry said leaning back in his seat and scratching his scalp ‘that way you can stretch out and even get a decent sleep’

‘Harry those things cost thousands of pounds!’ Hermione exclaimed.

‘So what? You can afford it and I reckon it might be the only way you’ll get Ron on a plane’ Harry said with a grin ‘if you don’t buy them I will’

‘I can’t have you do that!’

‘One question do you feel comfident and comfortable enough to create fourteen international portkey’s that you’ll need to get you to Australia?’

‘Fourteen?’ Ron exclaimed ‘that many? Harry how the hell do you know that?’

‘I did a bit of research after Fred’s funeral’ Harry said ‘I nicked some Polyjuice Potion from Professor Slughorn’s stores and went to the Ministry and asked the head of the Department for Magical Transportation to ask how a witch or wizard would get to Australia. It takes nineteen floo trips or fourteen Portkeys London to Paris, Paris to Bucharest, Bucharest to Prague, Prague to Rome, Rome to Portugal, Portugal to Madrid, Madrid to Los Angeles, Los Angeles to Buones Aires, Buones Aires to Moscow, Moscow to Tokyo, Tokyo to Hong Kong, Hong Kong to Singapore, Singapore to Auckland and Auckland to Melbourne. If you do it officially through the various Ministries it takes as long as it would for you to fly in a plane because each Ministry requires you to wait a minimum of an hour between the arrival of one Portkey and the departure of another’

‘And if we were to do it unnoficially?’ Ron asked in interest.

‘Well it could take as little as four hours. But the official I talked to said if you caught back to back Portkeys it could make you sick enough to be hospitalised and if you’re going to fly under the radar and not let any of the Ministries know you don’t want that to happen. They could imprision you for illegal entry to a country’

‘Sod that’

‘Well travelling by muggle methods would most likely be the most sensible method. You could easily confund the officials in immigration and customs at the airports you fly into maybe make them enter your details into their computer database’ Harry went on ‘and if you were to go to the Magical areas of Australia make sure you keep to yourselves don’t do anything rash because the magical autorities could chuck you in the slammer when they find out you’ve entered Australia illegally. Though if you’re smart with your magic and they do investigate how you got into the country they’ll find your details on the muggle immigration database. You’ll have to forge some muggle travel documents though’

‘Harry you’ve thought about it more than I have!’ Hermione said in surprise.

‘Yeah well....I only wanted to help you out’ Harry said blushing slightly ‘just go to a travel agents and book your tickets and you know how to do the rest.

Hermione felt her heart swell in affection for her friend.
‘Thanks very much Harry’ she said quietly ‘you didn’t have to go to all that effort’

‘Ah it was nothing’ Harry said with a small smile ‘I did it when I thought we were all going to go. Just make sure you bring me back a souvenir yeah?’

‘Done deal magical or muggle?’

‘Both I’ll be greedy’

Hermione rolled her eyes.
‘You’ll come and see us off at the airport then?’ she said.

‘Of course and if you need any more help planning than just let me know and I’ll help’

Half an hour later Ron and Hermione climbled the stairs to the topmost landing where they now shared a bed in Ron’s lifelong bedroom.

‘I think after Colin’s funeral tomorrow we ought to start making proper plans to go and fetch your parents’ Ron said after closing the door behind him and casting locking and silencing charms ‘the sooner the better don’t you think?’

‘Yes then we’ll have to break it to your Mum we’re actually going off to do it’ Hermione said pulling off her jumper and folding it carefully ‘you know how she’s been about everyone since the Battle and expecially since Lockinge Valley’

‘I know but I think she’ll be different about this’ Ron said pulling on a pair of boxer shorts ‘this is your parents we’re talking about, she wants you to go and fetch them’

‘Yeah she said that to me during the wake today’ Hermione replied banishing her clothes to the laundry basket and reaching for her nightgown.

‘I don’t think you’ll be needing that tonight’ Ron said with a grin.

‘What my nightie?’ Hermione exclaimed ‘why?’

‘Because I plan on finishing what I started this afternoon and making sure I take you out of all your clothes’ Ron said ‘and if you leave off your nightie it’ll make things a whole lot easier’

‘Ronald Weasley you sure know how to charm a girls socks off’ Hermione said dryly dropping her nightie and walking over to the bed.

‘Hey what can I say I’ve read Twelve Fail Safe ways to Charm Witches cover to cover’ Ron said with a grin ‘very instructional book that’

‘You mean there’s a book you have read every page of?’ Hermione said in mock surprise climbing under the covers ‘and more than once? Who are you and what have you done with the real Ron Weasley?’

Ron rolled his eyes.
‘Ha ha ha’ he said dryly turning on his side and kissing her on the neck ‘your sarcasm is a real turn on’

‘Well if you want to finish what you started earlier today Ronald Weasley I suggest you divest yourself of those pesky boxers’ Hermione said in her best strict teacher manner ‘they’ll get in the way you see’

With great enthusiasm Ron swept back the quilt and reached down ripping off his boxers and throwing them across the room where they came to rest on a pile of old textbooks. Hermione dropped her act and giggled.

‘Enthusiastic are we?’ she said as Ron leaned over her and kissed her soundly on the lips.

‘Just making up for lost time’ he replied his voice muffled by her hair and neck.

Hermione giggled.
‘That tickles!’ she squeaked tensing up as a thrill raced up and down her spine.

‘Does this tickle?’ Ron murmurred running his fingers around her nippled doen her abdomen and down to the apex of her thighs where he slipped a finger between her soft folds and pressed lightly on her clit.

Hermione squeaked.
‘Y-you could say that’ she whispered running her hands over Ron’s muscular physique ‘Ron Weasley now you are definitely being an innapropriate git’

Ron leaned down and captured the dusky bud of Hermione’s nipple in his mouth.
‘You haven’t been complaining’ he said with a grin looking into her chocolate brown eyes and kissing her on the lips ‘I love being with you like this Hermione seriously I do. If I weren’t such a arse I would’ve got my act together years ago and asked you out’

‘Oh I think we were both being arses’ Hermione said with a soft giggle ‘everyone keeps telling us that, especially Harry and Ginny and they would know the best. But thinking back I think us not rushing into things was best it made out first time all that more special remember?’

‘How could I forget that?’ Ron said letting his memories drift back to that lazy Spring day he and Hermione had spent alone walking through the many fields that surrounded the Burrow ‘I’ll remember that to my dying day. Might get a penseive and put that paticular memory in it should I ever go loopy and need a refresher’

Hermione snorted.
‘Oh gee that’s romantic’ she said dryly tugging her hair from under her shoulderblades and flicking it out of the way.

‘That’s me Mr Romantic’ Ron said with a lopsided grin dropping a kiss on her lips.

‘Actually you are Ronald’ Hermione said with a smile ‘you’re also pigheaded, stubborn, selfish and prone to spates of idiocy....’

‘Oh gee that’s nice’ Ron exclaimed in mock huffiness.

‘But I love you’ Hermione finished rolling her eyes ‘I don’t know why but I do’

Ron grinned widely.
‘That’s good enough for me’ he said flopping down net to her and drawing her close ‘now this flying thing going to Australia in a plane are you sure it’s safe?’

‘Yes Ron it’s safe’ Hermione said dryly ‘millions of muggles travel by air every year without mishap. It’s the safest form of Muggle transport. The likleyhood of our plane crashing is next to nothing’

‘Good’

‘And anyway if it was going to crash we could apparate out’ Hermione said ‘there are advantages to being magical you know. We could make the whole trip muggle you know. Go on buses, trains and trams the lot. We’re going to have to if we’re to take Harry’s advice and go under the radar’

‘Under the what?’

‘Under...oh it’s a muggle term it’s means to keep out noses clean’ Hermione said ‘plus we don’t know magical Australia and can’t apparate anywhere until we know the co-ordinates’

‘How about we go on a holiday once we find your parents?’ Ron suggested twirling a curl of her hair around a finger absentmindedly ‘I’m sure we can go to a beach somewhere, get a tan shag on the shore.....’

He looked hopeful and Hermione giggled.
‘You get one taste of sex and now you want it every day?’ she said with a grin her brown eyes bright with amusement’

‘Well Hermione it’s been twice a day since the Lockinge Valley Riots or have you forgotten?’ Ron said huskily reaching around and tweaking a her nipple ‘there was when we first woke up this morning and then...’

‘Yes Ronald then in the shower’ Hermione said going red ‘your Mum nearly busted us. I’ve never had to apparate out of a bathroom before’

‘Hermione she knows we share a bed and I’m pretty sure she knows what we get up to in that said bed don’t you think she’d come to the natural conclusion that we might get off in the shower?’

‘Well I suppose so’

‘And I think the sound of you apparating out of the bathroom was louder than anything we were getting up to’ Ron said with a grin ‘at least that’s what Harry said’

‘Harry heard that?’ Hermione squealed ‘Oh my god Ron why didn’t you tell me?’

‘Would it have made any difference?’ Ron said with a grin laughing heartily as Hermione pulled up the quilt to hide under the covers.

‘Harry is one of my best friends I’ll never be able to look him in the face ever again!’ Hermione exclaimed peeking out from under the covers.

‘Yeah you will’ Ron said ‘now if it were Mum I’d say different’

‘Ron you’re not helping!’ Hermione exclaimed hiding her face in his neck ‘it’s going to be hard to make love now that I have all those mental pictures in my head swimming around my head’

‘I don’t think so’ Ron said in her ear ‘you’ve had no problems up to this point especially the time we did it up against the wall behind Dad’s shed when Mum was hanging the washing out on the line’

‘Well yes I supoose you’re right’ Hermione admitted ‘now are we going to get some sleep? We have to be up early to get to Doncaster for Colin’s funeral’

‘Nuts I hate early starts’ Ron sighed ‘and it’ll be hard especially tomorrow’

‘But thankfully it’s the last funeral’ Hermione said.

‘Yeah we must be thankful for that’
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A/N2: This fic is complete so there will be regular updates of at least once a week!