A/N: Hello all thank you so much to my reviewers! I'm glad you liked it! This chapter was originally the last but I could add to it or write a sequel. Please give me your input on this it would be much appreciated. Thank you again! (oh and just thought I'd say this, the pomes are original and the story came from them)

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Later in History of Magic…

Ron was bored stiff. History of Magic was by far the dullest subject in Hogwarts and perhaps the entire academic world. He shifted uneasily in his desk still worried about the note to Hermione. It took all his Gryffindor courage to give her that note.

Around Hermione he felt intimidated inadequate, she was smart and beautiful and fiery he could never be good enough for her, but he had to tell her, even facing rejection was better than not knowing.

Hermione glanced over at Ron. He was practically asleep with his head in his hands. Oh did he look cute when he wasn't paying attention. She looked at the man she had loved for so long.

His fiery red hair hung in his deep mystifyingly blue eyes. She longed to brush it away so she could stare into his eyes unobstructed. His long nose speckled lightly with freckles. As he got older many of his freckles had faded but Hermione adored the ones that still dotted his face. His lips looked soft and she wanted nothing more than to kiss and be kissed by them. She eyed his arms and torso, Quidditch had done wonders, his once lanky frame was now full and muscular. How she wanted just to be held in those arms, his arms.

She wondered if he had found her note yet, but just as the thought was making itself at home in her mind Ron noticed that she was staring at him and she promptly turned away blushing.

'Ron had to turn just then when I was quite enjoying myself?' Hermione thought slightly disgruntled and embarrassed.

'Was she staring at me? Does she know? I hope she's not mad or something,' fretted Ron silently.

'Was Hermione staring at Ron? Why is Ron looking so worried? There is definitely going on between those two that I don't know about, but I'm sure I'll find out soon enough,' Harry thought eyeing his two friends then returning to some not so platonic thoughts about a certain redheaded girl.

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The rest of the day passed without incident although Harry was keeping a very close eye on his two best friends. The afternoon found the golden trio in the common room once more along with Ginny.

Ron sifted through his bag in search of his charms book. He knew he had had it this morning. Looking in the bottom by the broken quills he spied it and snatched it before it had the chance to disappear again.

Ron flipped idly through the pages looking for the chapter on conjuring charms. As he leafed through a folded piece of parchment fell into his lap. With mild curiosity Ron unfolded it behind the book away from the eyes of Harry and Hermione. He turned his attention fully to the note and read in familiar handwriting…

My King

He's braver than any knight

More sturdy than any tower

Though he may not win every fight

His heart has never turned sour

I'm no one to stand at this man's side

Who's virtue is truer than any priest's

He may never know how I've tried

To hide my love, though it's never ceased

I've watched him from the start

Every struggle I saw

I must say this before it tears me apart

It wasn't only my eye he did draw

He also stole my heart

That's why Weasley is My King

Yours Forever More,

Hermione Granger

Ron gaped in wonder. Hermione liked him? Hermione liked him? It was like he drank a pepper up potion, tingling warmth spread to every part of his body, exciting him. This was, quite possibly, the happiest moment of his life.

"Ron? Hello Ron?" Harry said waving his hand in front of Ron's grinning face, "Ron wipe that soppy grin off your face!" Harry ordered and smacked him.

"Ouch! What was that for?" Ron asked indignantly coming to.

"I don't know mate you were just sitting there with this stupid smile plastered on you looking out at nothing," Harry explained. Hermione chose to ignore all of this and gave the appearance of being deeply absorbed in her book.

"Sorry I guess I just spaced off for a minuet," Ron replied dazedly. Then shaking his head he asked, "Hermione would you like to go for a walk?"

"Um… of course," replied Hermione slightly taken by Ron's request. With that the pair walked out through the portrait hole in silence. Harry and Ginny exchanged meaningful glances.

"There is definitely something going on here," Ginny affirmed.

"I suggest we see for ourselves," Harry said, "We'll take the invisibility cloak.

"Quick let's hurry!" Ginny said in excitement. Harry dashed up the stairs and returned moments later with the invisibility cloak. He and Ginny both hid beneath it and set off in pursuit of their friends. They caught sight of them down by the lake.

Ron was nervous he didn't know what to say. He knew he loved her but he didn't know if he could say it. At that moment Hermione slipped her hand into his. This seemed to give Ron the courage he needed. He stopped and turned to Hermione.

"Hermione I…," she cut him off by putting a finger to his lips.

"I know Ron," she said simply and kissed him.

The kiss started out soft and gentle but became more passionate. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck as Ron slid his about her waist. He deepened the kiss years of emotion pored out. His lips caressed hers and his tongue slipped across her bottom lip asking for entrance. She immediately gave it to him. They were now too lost in the kiss to hear a giggle from a few yards away.

"I knew it!" Ginny whispered excitedly.

"Finally!" exclaimed Harry softly. He couldn't help but notice now how close she was to him. Leaving all rational thought behind he went with his gut and turned Ginny gently to face him. Before she could say anything he pressed his lips to hers and they were lost in their own ecstasy.

When Ron and Hermione finally parted he embraced her lovingly.

"I'll love you forever Hermione," he whispered softly to her.

"And I you Ron," she answered.

Then Ron noticed something slightly odd when a breeze casually swept over the lake. Two very familiar sets of ankles appeared where they shouldn't have.