"It's okay, Hermione," said Harry, "everything will soon be fine."

"No − i sniff /i − it wont," Hermione replied crying.

….earlier that day…

"Hermione," Ron said, "what if one day, you'll fell out of love? Would you stay and hurt yourself, or would you leave and hurt me?"

"Neither. I'll never fall out of love of you," said Hermione leaning closer to Ron.

"But," Ron said turning away to prevent Hermione from kissing him, "what if I'm the one who fell out of love? I mean, would you set me free or wou−"

"Don't be silly, Ron!" Hermione said forcing a smile. "You don't−"

"I do."

"That's rubbish! I mean, you have been asking Harry how to propose. You're going to ask me to−"

"No. I'm asking somebody else."

"Ronald, that's rubbish," Hermione said forcing a laugh. "You don't − you can't − you just can't − can you?"

Ron kept quiet. Hermione frowned.

…---…

"It's all my fault, Harry. I should've not kept myself away from him and focused on our N.E.W.T.s. I should've−"

"It's not your fault. It's not you fault that you two fell for each other nor that he fell out you."

"It hurts, Harry. − sniff − I should've stick to Viktor. I dumped him and now God's making me pay−"

"I said it's not your fault. Look− look at me." Hermione looked Harry. "You're gonna be the best Hogwarts Charms teacher. Your gone move on."

Hermione forced a smile and nodded.

"That's the spirit."

"Seven years had past," Dumbledore said with his eyes shining behind his half-moon spectacles. "And we must stamp the memories that the years have given to you. Of course, the most memorable and I must say, the one that would be written in the Wizarding history until the next next next next next generations' lives − of course, the fall of Voldemort."

Nobody acted strange in hearing his name because it's done, done at last, it is.

"I must congratulate you all from overcoming all those rocky roads − um, yummy ice cream." There was a sound of laughter all over the Great Hall and Dumbledore settled it. "I would also like to congratulate the people who made their part in writing such history. Of course, Mr. Draco Malfoy, who, even at the last minute, sacrificed everything− even the purity of their blood to turn the dark side down to where they should be. Fifty points to Slytherine!" No body clapped except Crabbe and Goyle who were shouting "Fifty points!" All the Slytherines were watching them with heads down and shaking their heads. The remaining tables, on the other hand, laughed.

"Of course, this is your graduation, this is," Dumbledore gave a smile to Crabbe and Goyle (they stopped clapping. "Ow…"). "Congratulations to Gryffindor, of course. Anyway, I also want to acknowledge Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley in doing such a great part with a tight friendship."

Hermione and Ron glanced at each other and gave each other a weak smile.

"And of course, the one who beat him, the one who did all that he cn, the one who saved the stone, who risk his life inside a chamber, the one who spared more than one innocent life, our Triwizard champion… Mr. Harry Potter.

There was a roar of applause from the parents and students. Sirius was saved from the veil and has cleared his name, and he was there as Harry's guardian. Dumbledore gave a smile to Harry and he smiled back. Harry glanced at Sirius who is clapping and smiling proudly at him, and finally to his best friends, Ron and Hermione. "We graduated! We're graduates!"

"And now, this may not be good bye. But for now, I must say, congratulations to you all! You now graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft," Dumbledore said, "and Wizardry!"

All the people stood up. The parents and the teachers gave a round of applause and the students threw their pointed hats above.