A/N: Wow, get ready for a long chapter! (It's longer than usual) But don't worry, because I believe that it will be worth your while!

Chapter 4

"Ron what are you doing?" asked Harry in puzzlement.

"Oh, Harry. Don't you know? I am going to kill you of course! I don't care if I go to Azkaban. My life right now is much worse than it would be there," said Ron with an evil grin.

Harry couldn't believe this. When he saw Ron kiss Hermione, he wasn't going to go and kill Ron. He knew what he had to do. Within a second Harry took his wand and yelled, "Expellamarius!" Ron's wand was taken away from him and it landed on the floor. "Accio wand!" exclaimed Harry. Now Ron couldn't do anything he would regret doing later on.

"YOU ARE SO FULL OF IT! You won't even let me duel you to see who gets Hermione! Harry! It's always Harry! Harry won this, Harry did that, Harry gets everything! When will it be me Harry? Huh? WHEN WILL IT BE ME IN THE SPOTLIGHT?" yelled Ron with so much energy that the people in the portraits had gone away to somewhere more quiet.

This time Hermione stepped next to Harry and took his hand.

"Ron! First of all, a duel is not going to say whom I want to be with! If you didn't already know, I want to be with Harry. Not you. I'm sorry to put it like that but you need to get it through your head that unfortunately I like Harry more than you and you have to find a way to deal with it. There are a million girls out there who would be more than happy to be with you. Just because you happen to like me and so does Harry, it does not mean that you should go and kill him! If you did, I would never talk to you again, and second it wouldn't solve anything. So GROW UP!"

Hermione suddenly looked at Harry and smiled. Harry was shocked that she could speak like that. He had never heard her speak out to someone so fiercely, let alone one of her best friends.

Ron was taken aback. HE never though Hermione could act like that. What she said was true. Killing Harry would do nothing. He had been a complete fool. Why would Hermione ever like him as more than a friend? His hopes had been raised a little though because she said that any girl would be happy to be with him. It was like a tidal wave had come over him and he had awakened from a bad dream.

"Harry mate, I am really sorry. I don't know what the bloody hell came over me. Will you forgive me?" asked Ron hopefully.

"Of course I forgive you. You were in a state of shock that's all," Harry replied.

Turning to Hermione, Ron asked, "Thanks you guys. Can we still be friends?"

"Of course we can. Just because of one incident doesn't mean that we have to go off in our own little worlds and hate each other," replied Hermione happily.

The three of them smiled and went to go get some food downstairs.

…Draco had been fed up with this. For seven years, he had to deal with the big shot "Harry Potter." Well he had had enough. Plans for his revenge were popping up in his head. Under the cover of the darkness in the castle, Draco went to the Owlery to go send someone a letter.

..:-:..

The rest of the year went by roughly. Even though Dumbledore told everyone not to bother Harry, they did. It was getting very annoying and by now everyone knew how he had killed Voldemort. Even the part about Harry and Hermione had leaked out somehow. Usually, the tow would spend their days in the room Harry had made. Now it was the last day of term. Everyone was a bit edgy. They did not want to leave the place that seemed like home. Although it was the last day, Harry and Hermione were not sat at all because of their little secret.

"So, Hermione, do you want to meet the Dursleys when I go to pick up my things?" asked Harry.

"Yeah, sure but aren't we going to apparate home?"

"Yeah, but wouldn't you want to go to your house first, and then mine?"

"Oh, ok. So I'll go home, and then I'll come over to your house."

They said their goodbye's to their friends, and kissed each other briefly. The train was in the middle of its voyage to Kings Cross Station when Harry decided to write a letter to the Dursleys, telling them not to pick him up. He waved goodbye to Hedwig, and she flew off.

Hermione was reading the Daily Prophet in the compartment, which had now been emptied, and it was only the two of them. Harry smiled as he watched how beautiful she was when she was so calm. Everything that he was going to do made perfect sense to him, and he didn't see any reason for delaying it any longer.

"Harry! Can you believe this? It says here that they are going to start charging a tax for every time someone quotes something that you have said! Isn't that-"

He took the newspaper out of her hands, and he threw it to the side. Hermione looked at him confused, but he held a finger to her lips, to signal that he didn't want her to say anything.

Harry closed his eyes and all of a sudden, the compartment became decorated in dozens of golden and crimson roses. The drapes became soft white silk curtains, and the seats were now gone, replaced by a soft cream colored silk carpet. Fluffy rosy feathers fell slowly to the ground and there was a warm and yet cool breeze in the room. Hermione was now standing and Harry was in front of her kneeling on one knee. She gasped as she started to understand what was going to come next. Harry took her hand, and pulled out a little black box. As he opened it, Hermione became mesmerized as she saw a brilliantly beautiful crystal ring in the center of it.

"Hermione, you are the love of my life, and I don't know how I could live without you in it. For seven years, I have found you to be the guiding light to all of my troubles; you were always there for me when I needed you most, and all of this you did without hesitation or second thoughts. I've come to love and need you like no one else, and I would like to know if you would do me the honor of becoming my wife."

Tears of utter joy and happiness filled Hermione's eyes and ran down her cheeks.

"Oh, Harry… of course I do…"

He stood up and placed the ring on her finger. She wrapped herself around him, and he wrapped his arms around her. They stood there for what seemed like forever, embracing one another and kissing passionately. The love filled the room, and anyone could tell that the greatest love of all was standing in that compartment.

Slowly the train pulled into the station. Everyone got off, but none of the seventh years went through to the other side of the platform. Every second or so there would be a loud popping noise as someone apparated.

"Well, see you in a little bit," said Hermione.

"Okay, you too."

They wrapped around each other in their arms and kissed each other goodbye.

..:-:..

Harry had left the station, and was immediately back in his room. He was a little tired and since the Dursleys didn't know he was home, he took a nap.

Hermione had received a warm welcome back at home, and was now standing in front of the Dursleys home. She had never met them and was sort of anxious. After all, these people were just like her family, they were muggles. Hermione took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. Petunia was in the middle of making tuna noodle casserole when she heard the doorbell. This was the second event that was unexpected. Just a short while ago, that stupid owl came with a letter from Harry. She wondered who in the world would be at the door. As she opened it, she saw a tall girl, a little shorter than Harry, with bushy brown hair.

"Yes, may I help you?" asked Petunia with a slight smirk in her voice.

"Is Harry home?" asked the girl.

"Harry? There is no one here by the name of Harry. Sorry, you must have the wrong address."

Petunia was about to close the door when Hermione put her hand between the door and the frame.

"Excuse me, but I am a friend of Harry's and he told me to meet him here. May I please come in?" asked Hermione a little bit irritated by his aunt's behavior.

"Are you one of his 'special' friends?"

"What in the world do you mean by 'special'? No, I am not 'special' I am normal."

"Okay then, you may as well come in, but he's not home yet."

Petunia was relieved to find out that this girl was in no way magical. Hermione came in and smiled weakly. This was a house that was cleaned so much, that it was spotless. She stood by the stairs knowing that Harry was already up in his room, getting his things. Suddenly a boy about her age came from the kitchen.

Dudley was amazed. Right there in his house was this amazingly stunning girl, who seemed to be around his age. He couldn't believe his eyes. The best part though was that his mom had just informed him that she was 'normal'. Every part of his being wanted to go and ask her out. She was looking up towards the stairs as if she was waiting for someone. She couldn't be waiting for Harry though, because he wasn't home. He decided that he was going to go for it. Slowly, Dudley started to walk up to her.

Harry had heard the doorbell ring. He had just woken up from his nap so he knew it must be Hermione. His face suddenly glowed. He had an idea that would surprise the Dursely's like the have never been surprised.

"Hello, what's your name?"

"My name is Hermione Granger."

"Oh, uh can I ask you something?"

"Okay, go ahead."

"Will…"

Suddenly, to his great surprise, Harry came bounding down the stairs leaving his things at the top. He came as quickly as he could and greeted her.

"Hi Hermione!"

Then, when he reached the bottom, he put his arms around her waist and kissed her. Dudley became numb. Harry? Kiss the girl of his dreams? This was totally absurd! Then while Harry and Hermione were still kissing, Petunia came in the hallway. When she saw the two, she dropped the plate with sandwiches, and they spilled out all over the floor. The noise made Harry and Hermione stop and look at Petunia.

"Oh, hi Aunt Petunia! Here let me introduce you to my fiancée, Hermione Granger."

Petunia became even number than Dudley had.

"I believe we have already met," said Hermione, "But I don't think I have been introduced to you yet. What is your name?"

Dudley didn't want to answer the question. He was speechless; he just couldn't believe that she was Harry's fiancée. With no expression on his face, Dudley went upstairs to his room.

This time Petunia gathered up her strength and spoke.

"That is Dudley, Harry's cousin. May I ask who gave you two, permission to get married?"

"Well, in our world we are considered adults and so we make our own decisions. By the way, I'll clean that up for you," replied Hermione.

With a swish of her wand, the plate and sandwiches came back up to Petunia's hands.

"Now you will not have to clean. That spell happens to be a new one I made up. Whenever something gets dirty, it will automatically clean itself!"

"But, but I thought you were normal!" shrieked Petunia.

"I am normal! I just graduated from Hogwarts and am going to be Harry's wife! What's so different and not normal about that?" yelled Hermione.

She had never been as mad at a muggle as she was with Petunia.

"Harry, do you have your things? I would like to go now."

She turned away from Petunia, and smiled at Harry. He couldn't have been happier in his entire life. He had killed Voldemort, he was leaving the Dursley's house once and for all, and the best part was Hermione.

"Yes, let's go."

Then without any words, there was a pop and the two were gone.

A/N: Sooo? You like it? You don't? (remember, no flames cause it's not a shipping you like!) I'm glad I got to update it so soon. I hope that the next chapter will be up sooner too. Probably next Wednesday. Don't leave without reviewing please!

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