A/N: Now I know this is the last chapter. I guess I could have joined this one and the last one together but I decided to break them apart. I hope you enjoy and I hope the ending was worth the wait.

Disclaimer: As I've said before, I don't own anything.

Setting: Ginny's room (finally)

Summary: Ron finally talks to Hermione. That's all I'll tell you. Sorry it took so long to get here.

Characters: Ron and Hermione

Parings: You should know by now.

Chapter 6

Happily Ever After (A/N: Corny. I know)

Ron reached Ginny's room faster than he ever had before. He knocked on the door but no answer came. Feeling terrible about what he must have made Hermione feel like, he slowly opened the door. Hermione lay asleep on the extra bed, eyes red from crying. He didn't want to wake her but he knew that if he didn't talk to her now, he would never have the guts to do it again. Taking a deep breath, he came to sit on the bed, just below where her knees rested.

"Hermione wake up for a second." He told her in a shaking voice. She moved next to him but didn't wake up. "Hermione, hello…." He got up to kneel near her head and he shook her lightly. She opened her eyes carefully but then began to glare when she saw who it was.

"What are you doing here Ron?" Her tone was cold.

The automatic response came with out Ron thinking about it. "I came to say I'm sorry and that I,"

"Well I don't care if you're sorry. Go away." She turned over, facing the wall.

"I can't go away I have something to tell you."

"Whatever it is I don't care." She replied sternly, not turning around.

"I know you'll care about this though." She didn't respond. "Hermione you have to listen to me. I have something extremely important to say to you." She ignored him. "Hermione," he said cautiously, knowing she was still under the power of the truth potion, "did you hear the fifth thing I said for my truth?"

"No. Why would it matter if I did? What was it? Did you say that I was a terrible person or that I only 'go out' with guys four years older or something ridiculous like that?" She asked, still facing the wall.

Ron knew what would happen next. He dearly hated truth potion.

"The last thing I said was that you are beautiful." The forced tone was back in his voice. Hermione stiffened, knowing that he had to tell the truth. It became deathly silent and Ron realized that she was hardly breathing. She turned over and sat on her knees facing Ron.

"You're still under the truth potion?" She asked slowly.

"Yes of course I am. It lasts two hours remember?" Ron said.

"Yes. But if you are still under the potions powers, why did you say that?"

"Because I think you're beautiful." Ron winced as the last word came out.

"What?" Another question, the truth potion took over again.

"I said I think you're beautiful." And with out the help of the truth potion he told her, "I know you're beautiful.

"Ron, you, but," Hermione stopped and reminded herself that this was a good thing. She shouldn't be surprised, she should be happy. Something inside didn't understand though. She knew she would be torturing Ron by asking this but she had to know. "Why though? How can you think I'm beautiful? Why didn't you ever say anything before?"

He looked at her again for half a second before the answer came spilling out of his mouth. "I've always thought you were beautiful. You are beautiful to me if not to anyone else. Your hair is beautiful. I love how it's so puffy. I know you hate it that way but it's adorable. Your eyes are beautiful. They are the most magnificent things about you. I love how they sparkle and shine when you know the answer to something. I love to see your expression change when you are angry or annoyed with me. I even love when we fight, though that isn't always the best thing to love about you. I love everything about you. How can you even ask me that Hermione?"

"It's hard to believe you." She responded automatically. "The thing is, you don't make me feel beautiful. I certainly don't think I'm beautiful. How am I supposed to when," She forced herself to say the rest in a whisper that Ron couldn't hear.

"What did you say?" He asked in an anxious voice.

"I said, how am I supposed to feel beautiful when," She closed her eyes as she continued, "the person I like didn't even know I was girl." Ron's heart stopped, or at least that was what it felt like to him. She couldn't have meant what he thought she did. Tears began to roll involuntarily down her cheeks and she wiped them away quickly, feeling stupid for showing so much emotion over something as trivial as this.

He had to do something, to say something that would make her feel better. He took a deep breath and made himself go on. "What would you do if I guaranteed that the bloody idiot you're talking about finally woke up and realized what a special, wonderful person you are and that you are the best girl he's ever known?"

Hermione stopped crying and before shocking herself along with Ron she said, "I'd do this." And leaning over, she kissed him on the lips. It took a second for Ron's brain to realize what was going on. When he did finally become conscious of what he was doing, he stood slowly, wrapping his arms around her waist, and still managing to kiss her at the same time. Hermione slowly put her arms around his neck and rested them there. She broke away and laid her head on his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry Hermione. I was an idiot, a terrible, stupid, bloody idiot. I should have known how much I cared about you." A sudden thought struck him and he hoped she wouldn't take it the wrong way, "Hermione, I thought, I thought you and Viktor…" he let his voice fade away and Hermione pulled back so that she could see him. She hadn't noticed Ron didn't call him 'Vicky'.

"Ron, I never fancied Viktor! Yes, he took me to the ball but I only went because he asked. We both knew that we weren't meant to be anything more than friends."

Ron stared at her. "But, didn't you go to Bulgaria?" He asked, looking a little surprised.

"Ron! Where am I right now?"

"Ginny's room." He said, still a little confused.

"Yes, so I obviously couldn't have gone to Bulgaria." She told him logically.

"Why didn't you go? I thought you wanted to."

Hermione rolled her eyes slightly. They were going around in circles. "Ron, I didn't go for two reasons, one I told you, Viktor and I decided to just be friends, as for the other, I had more important people to be with this summer." Ron's mouth curved into a smile at the realization of what she must have meant by this.

"So you wanted to see me more than Viktor?"

"Yes. Ron isn't that what I just said?"

"Well, yeah but I wanted to hear you actually say it." Hermione shook her head slowly, laughing at how silly Ron could be sometimes, before resting her forehead against his chest.

They stayed like that for a few minutes before Hermione told him, "Does this mean, are we," She cleared her throat, angry that she could still manage to be embarrassed even after they both knew how they felt about each other. "What I mean to say is, are we like Fred and Angelina?"

"Well, it doesn't matter what we're called right? I don't have to refer to you as my, um, my girlfriend if you don't want that." Hermione smiled.

"I do want that. I've never, never had a, boyfriend before. I think it will be a lot of fun to say that I have one now. I'm sure mom and dad will have a heart attack when they find out."

"The rest of the Gryffindor house will be pleased though. Angelina told me they'd all been waiting for us to figure it out. They were all beginning to think we were a little dense to not see what was right in front of our eyes."

"You have to feel sorry for them though. It must get rather annoying to see us bickering all the time. They probably get extremely tired of it."

"Too bad for them. They won't be able to say we didn't realize it anymore. We really should go down shouldn't we?"

"Yes. I want to talk to Ginny and see if she'll ever be able to speak with Harry while keeping a straight face. I have to admit, I wasn't that surprised by his answer."

"Sure you weren't." Ron replied. Hermione stepped down from the bed and was walking toward the door when an evil (to say the least) idea came to Ron's mind. As quickly as he could, he took all five feet of her into his arms and began walking toward the open door.

"Ron what are you doing? I told you I'm afraid of heights!"

"I'm sweeping you off your feet. And don't worry, I won't drop you."

"I told you I didn't want you to carry me down the steps!" She shouted though she was only trying to appear angry. Anyone who saw her would say she looked like she was actually enjoying this.

"I just figured, we are going to be embarrassed by our friends anyway, why not have some fun while doing it." He told her as he climbed down the first set of stairs.

"This isn't in any way fun!" She exclaimed though she had the strangest of smiles on her face.

"Of course it isn't Hermione." They heard a familiar voice reply.

"Harry help get him away. He's being terribly-"

"Cute? Is that what you were going to say Hermione?" Ginny asked as Ron reached the family room and dropped her on the couch.

"Very funny." Hermione replied sarcastically, growing red as she saw everyone watching her.

"So, I see you two worked out your problems." Angelina replied smiling.

"I guess Fred and Angelina aren't the only ones we are going to have to keep an eye on after all. We'll have to watch you two closely when the next ball comes around." Ginny smirked at Hermione.

"Just keeping poking fun, I'm too happy to care."

"Oooh, you're too happy to care. What did you do to her Ron?" Fred asked.

Ron blushed and Harry covered the silence. "I'll make tea and then we can start playing again." Harry suggested. He was eager to ask Ginny a few questions. He left for the kitchen.

"Again?" Ginny asked.

"Don't be worried Ginny. I'm sure Harry everyone will go nice and easy on you." George replied, though his smile looked too kind. When Harry came back, they returned to their spots, Hermione now sitting next to Ron, and continued to play, everyone feeling much better than they had in a long time.

The End

A/N: Sorry, that was a terrible ending. I hope the story wasn't too OOC. I tried my hardest to keep it right. I hope you enjoyed reading it. Please review. I'll accept flames because I think some parts of this deserve it but this is how I wanted it. Please tell me if you want that H/G one…thanks!