A/N: Before you read the chapter, here are the worst excuses for not updating when I said I would. First, I got my GCSE results this week, so celebrating had to be done. Secondly, I have been in the recording studio for two days so I have had no time. Third, I have had the worst case of writers block. Seriously. I know that last chapter I said that this would be the penultimate chapter, but I think it counts as the final. I might write an epilogue. So here it goes. Can you believe I have finished it?

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Chapter Nine

Four things Harry wished would happen at the moment:

1) Fumbling in his pocket, Harry drew out a rusty pocket-watch. He unhooked the clinging "vagina" from his legs and made his way over to the stunned women. He let the chain from the watch slip through his fingers and grabbed it just before it hit the floor. Hanging from the chain was the watch. He dangled it in front of her face and started swaying it left to right. He opened his mouth to speak in soft, hushed tones whilst his eyes locked onto hers, "Look at the watch Hermione," he said as she followed his instruction.

He waited for her eyes to be completely transfixed on the gold before speaking again, "What you just witnessed never happened. And when I take you out of this hypnotising trance you will forget it every happened and then strip off all your clothes and make sweet, passionate love to me in the toilets."

2) And he was back in the room. He shook his head and reality set in. It seemed like he had been, almost, staring at the brunette with the captivating brown eyes, dreaming about what could be. Daydreaming about the normal, erratic behaviour that seemed to just come so normal to him and ruining it all. Ruining what he had with Hermione and I didn't want that.

She seemed to be staring back – in a strictly non stalker-like way, entrancing him without words. It was like she had an unspoken magnetic pull that was trying to draw him in. The music swayed with her hips and the longer she swayed, the closer he got. Her eyes hypnotised him. Drew him in to her lair just like before the kill. He blinked and jolted and tried to move his feet forward but they seemed to be cemented into the ground.

For a few seconds it felt like he was being drawn into the orbit of the semi-decent guys that were orbiting around her. They were the planets, and her eyes were the energy source. But he needed to go against the grain. He took a step back. See? It wasn't that hard. It suddenly became apparent – he needed to want to move away.

He broke the gaze, turned on his heel and pushed his way through the mass of bodies that were grinding faster and faster against each other as the seconds passed. Sweat that was dripping from his forehead seemed to lubricate his exit – almost making it easier to escape from the wrath of the brunette. For once he was going to do what was right, and not what felt so natural to. This night was all about leaving the past in the past and moving on. So, naturally, that's exactly what he was going to do.

3) Hermione stood open mouthed at the display. Her faced seemed to be paralysed in the shocked expression with her mouth hanging agape. As Harry locked eyes with her, she snapped out of her gaze. A small, sultry smile formed on her lips and she made her way over to the groping couple with a small swagger in her step. The twinkle in her eye reflected the hungriness that Harry felt only seconds ago for the other brunette. The glint had disappeared at Hermione's shocked expression but had reappeared at her joining of their presence. She pushed through the couple and started to mimic the actions of the brunette before. She pushed her hands down his torso, grabbed onto his belt and pulled herself closer. He felt her breath tickle on his ear as she whispered, "Get ready for a bumpy ride."

4) Harry looked at the solemn, heartbroken girl in the corner and all he wished was to disappear in a poof of smoke. But he couldn't. The only way to solve this was to lie and get away with lying. Harry unhooked the girl and stalked straight for Neville. He grabbed a hold of his face, his palm moulding with the cheeks of the man in front of him. He took his right hand from the cheek and curled it around Neville's neck which brings Neville's face closer to his. He jams his lips onto his in a painfully sweet kiss and draws his head back. Faces stared from all angles and Harry grabbed Neville's hand, "WE'RE HERE, WE'RE QUEER SO GET USED TO IT!"

The brunette storms over to the pair and gives them a pretty hard kick in the testicles. They fall to the floor, silently screaming in pain.

Hermione stormed out of the nightclub, her hair frizzing with rage and her eye blazing with fury. She stalked faster and faster away from the club, biting her bottom trembling lip. The doors of the club were flung open behind her and out ran the tall, raven haired man. She stopped dead in her tracks at the sound of his footsteps behind her. The heels of her Mary Jane's clicked together as she brought her feet to a standstill and she dropped her large black bag to the cobbled street beneath her. The clatter it made cut the tension in the air. Harry braced himself and stopped in his tracks, merely steps behind her.

She looked straight ahead into the darkness, her back facing him, "What do you want?" she asked, her voice cracking on the second word. She coughed to cover her melancholic hurting.

"Hermione..." he breathed, "Just let me speak."

She laughed and he saw he shoulders shaking, "Harry, when have I ever not let you speak? I'm not even shouting or anything, and yet you say that as a shit cover up to what you're gonna say next. So go on," she paused for effect and spat the next words like venom, "SAY IT!"

"It's not what you think," he explained expressively, weakly cowering at her anger as he trailed off.

She spun on her heel and her eyes pierced through him, "Don't even give me that shit," she spoke softly, "I wasn't born yesterday Harry."

He bit his bottom lip and cracked, "So what do you want me to say? That I regret it? That I wouldn't have taken it further?"

She cut him off, "Yes," she answered him apathetically.

"I'm not going to lie. A sleaze, I may be. A liar, I'm not," he said.

"Whatever Harry!" she shouted back, "I spent years by your side. YEARS watching you and helping you. Don't deny what you are. You've always had to lie to protect yourself and to protect others – but what use is lying now? What are you gaining from it Harry? Ey?"

She glared at him, her eyes daggers, as she waiting for him to reply.

"I..." he stuttered as his mind became devoid of words, "I.."

"You 'what' Harry?" she spat.

"I..." he stopped himself and took a step forward, "I..."

Sighing he answered her, "I don't know."

She let out a laugh and shook her head before grabbing the handles of her bag, "I waited years for you Harry. YEARS! And now you just expect me to drop everything and forgive you? Do you?"

He left the silence linger seconds longer than it should have. Hermione stayed cemented to the position she stopped talking in, "No," he answered meekly, "I want you to let me explain."

"EXPLAIN WHAT EXACTLY?" she shouted, "Explain how you played me on? Explain that you never actually intended to have more than me than fucking slap and tickle?"

"Hermione," he breathed, "Just..."

"Fine," she said cutting him off, "Do you this so-called explaining. I want to hear what pathetic excuse you come up with this time."

He looked at her in disbelief, "This is ridiculous. I'm arguing with a girl."

No sooner had he said those words did he wish that he could eat them back up again. Hermione's glare intensified, "You REALLY shouldn't have said that."

She flung the straps of her bag over her shoulder, straightened the skirt of her dress and walked two steps away from him before stopping and turning back to stare at him. Her mouth opened to speak and she blinked back the tears. She couldn't speak.

"What were you going to say?" he asked her as he moved closer to here as her sharp exterior crumbled at her feet.

"I..." she started.

She looked down at her shoes and fumbled with her hands, "I..." she stuttered again before looking up into his eyes with honesty radiating from her eyes, "I was falling for you."

His eyes lit up, "But..."

"No Harry," she spoke again, "I was falling for you and all you had to show for it was a whore gyrating on your leg. I came to the club tonight to tell you this. I went against the wishes of Luna and everything. She said that I shouldn't tell you, but you know what? What's really going to make this any better than it already is? We've already gone too far to go back to friendship? What type of friendship is this anyway?" she babbled, "What is this Harry? Why would you take me on a picnic, send me flowers and tell me that you loved me if you didn't want me? Why did you lie..."

She was cut off as he grabbed her by the shoulders and placed a hungry kiss on her lips. He squeezed his eyes in anticipation, hoping that by doing this he could show her how he felt – he was never one for being good with words.

She grabbed the collar of his polo shirt and started to deepen the kiss before pushing him away from her, "What the hell was that for?"

He looked at her, once again not knowing what to say, "Ummm."

"Shut up and kiss me again," she said as she pulled him closer to her.

The kiss came alive with rage and fury and anger burning inside of them. Tongues battled widely and arms snaked quickly around each other. She moaned into his mouth. Harry broke from her, and started trailing tiny kisses down cheek, ear and finally her neck as she smiled as the touch. He came back to her face and she looked at him, "Stop," she said firmly.

"What?" he asked her, his breath tickling her ear as he started trailing kisses again.

"I said stop," she said.

He took a step away from her, "What? Why?" he asked her, completely bewildered.

"You haven't answered my questions, Harry," she told him, "Why were you with her?"

"Hermione," he said softly, "I have always been afraid that I could never have you. Ever since I saw you, I knew that you were always going to be a big part of my life. And when you started dating all these guys from work, I felt like what we had been was slowly disappearing into the sidelines. And I felt that I needed to have someone that was like you. If I couldn't have you, then who could I have?"

"Harry," she said, trying to get a word in edgeways.

He bridged the gap between them and brushed away the hair from her face before gently rubbing her cheek with his thumb. He looked down at her lips and then up to her eyes which were brimming with tears – the damn about to break. He laughed softly at himself and he brushed her bottom lip with his thumb in which she brought her hand to his. Her small fingers entwined around his, her gaze never braking.

She opened her mouth to speak, but he silenced her with his finger on her lips, "Hermione Granger," he spoke, his voice barely a whisper, "If I couldn't have you, then who could I have?" he said, repeating himself, "I now know the answer to that. If I couldn't have you, then I can't have anyone else in the world. . I know that we can make this work, Hermione. We have everything already right here."

"But Harry, how can I trust you?" she asked him earnestly.

He took hold of her other hand in his, "Learn to trust me. Learn to love me back Hermione," he paused in which she began to spoke.

"I think," she said before correcting herself, "Wait. I know I am falling for you Harry but I just don't want my heart broken..."

"I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, EVER Hermione," he confessed.

"How do I know?" she said, quizzing him again.

"Because I've already fallen for you Hermione and you've already got my heart to do whatever you want with."

A/N: So there you go. The end of my very first fanfiction. I would like to say a massive thank you to all the people who have took the time to read this story and an even bigger thank you to those who have stuck with me from the beginning and have given me feedback to keep going. From a prologue which I had no idea what it was going to end up as – to a story that seems to be the weirdest collection of angst, fluff and humour that I have ever seen.

Question: will there be a sequel? Answer: maybe in the distant future. I start full time education in September again, so there will be limited time in my day, but I might try and fit some more little ficlets into the equation. However, there are two little one shots on my stories that you might like in the mean time.

I welcome reviews with open arms, and I promise that I reply to each one personally. The end of the journey has arrived.