Silently, she eased the flaps opened and slipped inside. She didn't want to wake Harry. Merlin knew he needed the rest. The stress of carrying the horcrux had been eating at all of them. She crept across the tent's living room area to the bedroom area. A deep erotic sounding moan froze her in place. Straining to listen she heard heavy breathing through a poorly cast silencing charm. Horrified she pulled the canvas back to reveal the boys, her boys, naked entwined in a rather compromising romantic embrace. "Harry," moaned Ron.