Long Last Together

Chapter One: The Workings of Veritaserum

"Ginny," Harry breathed, "wait up!"

"Harry, you're so slow!" Ginny teased giving Harry a kiss when he finally caught up to her.

"Maybe I should be slow more often," Harry said.

"Nice try, but no."

"Aww, c'mon."

"No, we're going to be late for class," Ginny said matter-of-factly.

"That's just scary," Ron exclaimed coming up behind the two, "You are sounding more and more like Hermione everyday."

"I kinda like it," Harry said modestly.

"Haha Ron! Harry likes it." Ginny laughed out loud, as Harry and Ron bid their good-byes to Ginny as she left for Transfiguration.

Later that day, the four of them, Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny were sitting around the fire in their favorite chairs in the common room. Though for the exception that Ginny was sitting on Harry's lap, while he was playing with her hair.

"I can't believe the essay that Snape gave us on Veritaserum," Ron whispered to Harry, "I mean you can't really write four feet on the purpose of it."

"Of course you can, Ronald," Hermione said nicely, who had heard what they were saying."

"But Hermione, you won't help me, I know that!" Ron shot back, a little too loudly then he meant.

"Yes I will."

"You will?" Ron was astounded.

"Yes, for you." Hermione blushed, but Ron didn't notice. Harry and Ginny did though. The two of them had an eye for picking up tension between Ron and Hermione.

"What about me?" Harry asked, playing along.

"You have Ginny." Hermione replied.

At that, Harry gave up and smiled at his girlfriend. Ginny smiled back.

With their essays finally done, Hermione bid Harry and Ron good night. Ginny followed suite shortly after, giving Harry a peck on the cheek.

With the girls gone, Ron turned to Harry, about to say something, but then thought better of it.

"Ron, what's up?" Harry asked; sensing something was wrong.

"Nothing."

"That's not true." Harry anticipated what he was going to say next.

"Oh well, it's not important."

"Tell me, please?" Harry asked nicely.

"Ok, I think I love Hermione."

"That's nice." Harry said grinning.

"That's all? You're not mad that I fancy your best friend?"

"Not really, anyway, I fancied your sister for the longest time."

"There's a difference."

"How so?" Harry was surprised at the fact.

"Never mind."

"Whatever." Harry knew he had won that battle. "Anyway, Ginny and I knew about you and Hermione. It is pretty obvious," he said calmly.

"It is? Does Hermione know?"

"No I don't think so."

"Are you sure?"

"I guess, but I think she feels the same way."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Ron yawned and Harry took it as a sign to call it a night, as it was already half past midnight. As they were cleaning up their things, they didn't realize a certain bushy haired sixteen year-old who was sitting on the girl's dormitory staircase, who happened to hear the whole conversation about herself.