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A/N: The final chapter is here! Wow, I think I'm more amazed at how this fic has turned out than anyone else. When I started writing 'The Matchmakers' I had no idea what it would turn into!

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SO WHAT NOW?
Chapter Eleven

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For a few moments, all that could be heard was the gently swishing sound of the trees overhead as they were blown gently by the evening breeze. The late June sky was tinged with pink, casting a warm glow upon the two young people.

Hermione's deep brown eyes were filled with unshed tears, "Harry, I don't know what to say," she whispered softly, shock evident in her voice.

"Yes would be a good answer," Harry said quietly. Although his dark head was bowed, he did not take his intense emerald gaze from her.

Hermione shook her head slightly from side to side, not looking at Harry. "No it wouldn't," she told him. Harry felt his heart sink to the soles of his feet. He felt like he had just swallowed poison. "Yes, doesn't even cover it," she told him, smiling sadly. "I can't put it into words how I feel about you, Harry. You're my all, my everything." She placed a soft hand on his cheek and leant forward. She pressed her lips against his, telling him with actions, rather than words, her answer.

"Is that a yes?" Harry asked, suddenly feeling like all his dreams had come true at once. 'Who cares if that sounds corny,' Harry thought, 'it's true!"

"Do I have to tell you again?" Hermione asked slyly.

"You might just have to," Harry told her, pulling her in for another kiss. They soon became absorbed in their embrace and the delicate, sparkling diamond ring in its velvet case fell soundlessly to the ground, forgotten by both Harry and Hermione who were too wrapped up in each other to heed any attention to anything but the other.

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At the end of year feast all the seventh years had become rather emotional. Dumbledore's speech wishing them all good luck and prosperity in future times sent the Great Hall, filled with students of many ages, into a respectful silence. Everyone, from the first years to the sixth years knew that the departure of the seventh years was something to remember. Among the seventh years were some of the bravest witches and wizards of their time.

As Dumbledore spoke, the thoughts of the seventh years turned to those of them who were not there to graduate; those who had been casualties of the war against Voldemort. There were only a couple who had passed on, but they were remembered by all.

The compartment that Harry, Ron, Hermione and their friends crowded into on the journey back to Platform 9 3/4 was loud and full of life. Someone, taking advantage of their status as a fully-fledge witch, had conjured a Wizard Wireless and it was tuned to WWN. Bright, uplifting music filled the compartment, almost like it was a substance, rather than a sound. People were laughing and talking about what they were going to do now they had left school.

"I hate to admit it, but I'm going to miss Hogwarts," Ron said.

"I'm not," Lavender said brightly.

"Why not?" asked Hermione, scandalised. She and Harry had not yet announced their news to anyone, they were still getting used to the development themselves.

"I'm going back in September," Lavender told her happily.

"You mean you didn't pass your N.E.W.T's?" asked Harry, concerned.

"Of course I did!" scoffed Lavender. She smiled broadly and continued. "It turns out the dear old Professor Trelawney has foreseen a big change in her life and has taken early retirement. Professor Dumbledore offered me her job."

"Congratulations!" Hermione exclaimed while Ron hugged his girlfriend.

"That's great," Harry agreed. "What about you Ron?"

"I've got a job at the Ministry in the Department for International Co-operation," Ron announced proudly, then he grinned. "I'm the Junior British Ambassador for Australia. I can't wait to see Percy's face when I tell him!"

A sudden mental picture of Ron older, pompous brother flashed into their heads and the group burst into laughter.

"Well, we all know Harry's going to be playing for Magpies," said Ron.

"And England!" Hermione reminded him.

"And England," Ron agreed. "But what about you Hermione?"

Hermione blushed. "Well, I'm going to train to become a lawyer, but in the mean time I've got a managerial job at Flourish and Blotts. It's not anything impressive, but I'm going to be busy for a while."

"Doing what?" asked Lavender, who was checking her reflection in the window.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other for a moment before saying, "Planning our wedding."

"Your getting married!" Ron exclaimed in total amazement.

"That's what you usually do at a wedding," said Harry shrugging, though there was a definite grin on his face. Ron shook his hand.

"Congratulations, mate," he said earnestly. "Just promise you'll make me godfather to the first kid."

Harry's grin broadened and Hermione rolled her eyes. "We haven't exactly though that far ahead," she informed him.

There was a tapping on the window of the compartment. They looked to see a tawny owl there, beating it's wings fast in an attempt to keep up with the speeding train. Lavender opened the window and the owl flew inside, perching itself gratefully on the arm of the seat. Ron took the letter it was carry and opened it. His eyes widened. "Yes!" he practically yelled.

"What is it?" asked Hermione, leaning forwards to see the letter.

"The house is ours!"

"Your joking!" Harry said, grabbing the letter from his best friend. His eyes scanned the parchment and his face lit up. "He's not!" he said in awe.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Lavender and Seamus had all pooled their savings for a house. It was a Victorian house with ten bedrooms. It had been surprisingly cheap though, but this was because of the eight ghouls that lived in the attic. They had scared the previous owners so much they were desperate to get rid of it.

Hermione, who had been reading the letter over Harry shoulder said, "We can move in next week."

At Platform 8 3/4 many a sad goodbyes were going on. There was a chance that a lot of people would never see some people again. "Hey, Draco!" Hermione called. She could see Draco's pale blonde head over the crowd. "Draco!" It seemed he couldn't hear her over the din. "Malfoy!"

That caught his attention. He turned around and beamed at Hermione who was fighting her way through the crowd. "Hermione. I was hoping I'd get to say goodbye to you."

"Me too." She hugged him and stood back smiling. "Good luck, Draco. I hope you have a great life. Just promise me one thing."

"What is it?" Draco asked.

"Don't end up like your father."

"Deal. Being six foot under isn't my life's ambition. Hey, you have to do me a favour."

Hermione narrowed her eyes. "Depends what it is."

Draco smirked and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "Make sure I have a good seat at the wedding reception."

Her eyes widened. "How did you know?" she asked. The only people they had told were Ron and Lavender.

"I guessed," he admitted. "Plus you don't normally wear any jewellery. That ring is a bit of a giveaway."

Hermione blushed. "I'll see what I can do," she told him, wrinkling her nose. She hugged him again and smile. "I'll see you soon, Draco, okay?" He nodded.

"Count on it." She kissed him on the cheek and ran off to find Harry and the others.

"Where did you get to?" asked Harry slinging his battered school bag over his shoulder.

"I had to say goodbye to someone," Hermione told him. "Come on, we'd better get going." She straightened her dark green blouse and Harry took her hand. Together the two young lovers walked through the barrier that separated the Wizarding world and the Muggle world.

THE END
(For Now)

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A/N: I really hope you enjoyed this last chapter. There will be a sequel, and it's working title is Happily ever After?. I'm also planning a spin-off fic which will be basicially a series of song-fics. Think 'Once More With Feeling' Harry Potter style. A big, huge, enormous thank you to everyone who has reviewed this fic, THANK YOU!

Here's a thanks section for Chapter Ten:
Kaitzee - Thank you! You're so kind, though I doubt if I'd ever win any awards for my writing!
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ms. potter - Yes, there is a sequel and I have plenty of ideas for it.
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Geneathen - Proposal cliffhangers are cruel, I agree, but it's one way of making people read the next chapter of your fic!
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Satans Little Princess - Here's the final chapter! *sob*
Hikari47 - Yup, she said yes.
Bunny Lee - I've found that glaring at Hermione doesn't usually make her do things (could have something to do with her being a fictional character), but this time your glaring seems to have worked!
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