A/N: Okay, this is it, the last chapter, and this will be the FIRST story that I have ever finished. Isn't that great? Now I just have to finish all of the others.
Disclaimer: I disclaim everything! *whispers* But not the plot…that is mine…somehow.
Chapter Nine
Ron's face was so red that it could have lit the entire hall if it had been dark. Hermione was staring with her eyes wide not knowing what to say. Harry was blinking…just blinking. Ron leapt over the table and pulled Draco at him by the back of his robes.
"What do you think that you are doing you slimy git! Who gave you permission to touch my sister like that?" Ron got ready to hurl a punch but someone held his fist. He turned to look, it was Hermione.
"Ron," she whispered. "Don't do it." Ron looked at her confused, and lowered his fist; she took his hand and led him out of the hall. Harry was still looking at them…blinking. Ginny looked around the hall, people were still clapping. She turned to Draco.
"Why are they clapping?" She whispered.
"They know," he said smiling. She grinned back and bowed to the crowd. This caused a bunch of whistling.
Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil walked up to Ginny shyly, "Do you still want that makeover?" Ginny looked from Draco to them, she was clueless and didn't know what to say.
Draco put his arm around her waist, "She doesn't need it." The whole Hall rushed towards them and began smothering them with questions about the letters, they asked if it was all just an act, or if the letters were over. Ginny sighed and waved her hands at the crowd to get them to hush.
"The letters are over." Draco said, then pulled Ginny out of the Hall.
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One week before school was over:
Dear Mystery Man,
You have beautiful grey eyes, and soft blond hair, and are not scrawny. You are sweet and gentle, I love the way you hold me and I love the way you kiss me. I love the way your breath feels on my neck and I love the way you look at me. I love the way you talk to me and I love the way you smell. I love the way you hold my hand and I love the way you smile.
Yours,
Mystery Woman
P.S. I love you.
Dear Mystery Woman,
You have the most wonderfully gorgeous red hair, and deep chocolate colored eyes. You are happy and cheerful, the light of my life. I love the way your hands feel in my hair, I love the way your skin feels under my touch. I love the way your laughter makes my stomach twist, and I love the way you walk. I love the way you treat me, I love the way you are.
Always Yours,
Mystery Man
P.S. I love you more.
THE END.
A/N: That was really fluffy *feels stomach lurch*. Did you guys like it? I hope you did because that was THE END. Heh heh, no more! I'm done! YAY! *skips*
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