Hey guys! Alright, this begins the end of this story. Now, before you panic and write me a bunch of reviews telling me to write a sequel (you would do that, right?? Nah, just kidding, I know you'd be glad to be rid of this story already…) no need to worry, I've got the sequel all planned out. It continues right after this one, same story and everything, but under a new title. I figured the story doesn't really fit with this title anymore, seeing as how they're together and all, so new title, here I come! This isn't the last chapter of this one, however…there are still a few to go to till the end of their break, and that's when I'll draw the line. So if you do like this story, and you'd like to read more of it, on the last chapter I'll post the name of the next one and the link if you'd like. Alrighty? Thank you guys so much for reading my story and sticking with it, I really appreciate it. Why, if it weren't for you guys, I'd just be ending the story, no sequel! So thank you so so so very much! I love you all! Hope you enjoy this one, and if ya do, review when you're done please!!

Lauren

Disclaimer: if I were the owner of Harry Potter, (J.K. Rowling) then there sure would be more chapters to this story before the creation of its sequel, right? Hmm…although I wouldn't mind taking over for her, sounds like fun…hehe, no way, I don't own Harry Potter! I wish! (anyone seen any shooting stars??)

Chapter twenty-eight

Ridiculous Reconciliation

They all sat there, for the rest of the afternoon, trying to figure out what had happened. Ginny was still set on the idea that Lavender had done it all, but Harry wasn't so convinced. He was beginning to feel a little sorry for her. But of course, he didn't tell Ginny this. Eventually, the action cooled down, and the others decided that there was no better time than now to go spread the word. People were rushing out of the common room to go tell their friends from other houses. Because really, who wouldn't want to know?

Ginny had gotten off the floor and moved to a chair, while Harry was laying on his back, staring at the ceiling. He was now beginning to understand why Ron enjoyed it so much, it really took your mind off of things. It appeared that they hadn't decided to talk to each other yet, as they weren't quite sure what the other was thinking. Actually, neither of them was mad at each other. They just thought the other was mad at them. So they sat in silence, waiting for a possible apocalypse. Yes, that would end all their troubles.

Ron and Hermione, seeing their job as done, quietly began to put their blankets and pillows away. Hermione had put hers away rather quickly, so she helped Ron with his. Once they made it up the stairs to the boys' quarters, they started whispering about their successful plot.

Hermione was about to tell Ron what an amazing prank they had pulled off when she felt herself being lifted off the ground. She looked down at Ron, who had a look of accomplishment on his face, and she smiled.

"God Hermione, you are amazing. I can't believe I am so lucky..." lowered her slightly to kiss her, and before long they were going at it again.

"Wait, Hermione, let's just stop right here and now!" Hermione looked a little hurt. Why?

"Mione, we don't want to start this all over again, do we?" he smirked.

She chuckled. "No, I suppose you're right, for once in your life." she added with a sly grin.

"Oh, did you just insult me? I can't believe it! I compliment you and what do I get in return, an insult? Sheesh Hermione, I should have known..." he said with mock hurt.

"Yeah, I guess so, but then again, that wouldn't have been expected of you, now would it?" She had done it again.

Ron looked at incredulously.

"Why you little..."

And with that they were on the floor again, wrestling each other till the end. (A/N: NOT KISSING!! ONLY WRESTLING!!) Hermione managed to escape long enough to make it to the door, but as soon as she turned the handle, she felt her leg give out beneath her. Ron had grabbed her ankle and pulled her down.

From the common room, Harry and Ginny could hear Hermione screaming shrilly and panting wildly. They looked at each other for the first time in hours. Before they looked away embarrassingly, they shared looks that, had they been words, would have said "I don't even want to know..."

Hermione tumbled her way down the stairs, trying to escape the wrath of Ron. He tumbled after her, landing on her legs. They both began laughing hysterically, unable to control themselves. It took them a few minutes to realize all the noise they were making, and that they were being watched by a silent Ginny and a curious Harry. Even though both of them were in somewhat confused and cautious moods, they still smiled at the fun their friends were having. Hermione sat up, tugging at her shirt, while Ron rolled over to get himself off his stomach. He ran his hand through his hair automatically, and gave them an awkward smile.

"So, uh, what's goin' on? How's life?" he asked uneasily, feeling the tension in the room.

Harry gave a subtle glance toward Ginny, then said, selectively choosing his words, "Eh, not much. We're just, well, we're just..." What exactly were they doing? They weren't talking, that was for sure. Then again, they weren't not talking. So what was going on? They were both at a loss for words.

Hermione figures it was best to leave them on their own.

"Well Ron, there's this really good book I wanted to show you, it's about...it's a surprise!" She might have been able to figure out something if she hadn't been so out of breath. "Come on, let's go. We'll see you guys at dinner, right?" she asked hopefully.

"Yeah, of course. We'll be there," said a previously silent Ginny. The four of them nodded in agreement, then Ron and Hermione walked out of the portrait hole.

As soon as they left, Ginny started staring at the wall. It wasn't quite as entertaining as the ceiling, but it would have to do, she didn't want to risk looking strange with her head leaned back permanently. Harry seemed interested in the individual 'buds' of fuzzy material that created the carpet. He had begun counting them when Ginny, unable to take anymore of the silence, spoke.

"Harry, we can't go on like this forever, you know," she reasoned. She said this gently, not wanting to upset the possibly-already-upset Harry. But he wasn't upset at all. Instead he smiled at her, glad that she had been the one to finally suggest their truce. Harry had decided a while ago that it wasn't her fault, and that somehow there had been some weird events the over the night.

Ginny also knew inside that it hadn't been Harry that had done whatever chaos had happened that morning. But she still wasn't ready to get off of the idea of Lavender having some part in this. But either way, she was a little irked by the whole thing and was missing being able to discuss it with him.

Finally Harry spoke up.

"I agree, er, so I'm wondering if you're uh, mad at me," he asked, slightly uncomfortable.

"No! Of course I'm not mad at you! I know that whatever that was, it wasn't your fault. I was just shocked, that's all. I thought that you were mad at me! So I didn't want to irritate you any further, so I avoided talking to you. I'm so sorry, this was so dumb," she finished finally. She sighed deeply.

Harry smiled appreciatively.

"I'm so glad you're not mad at me, I was really worried. Yes, I agree this really was dumb." He didn't know what else to say, but he didn't have to worry about it, because she had unexpectedly planted a big one on him.

Needless to say, neither of them made it to dinner that night, they were too busy making up. Surprisingly, they both ended up making jokes about the whole situation, which was something they both thought would have made the other uncomfortable. Ron didn't think much of their absence, naturally, and instead spent his time teasing Hermione about not having a conscience. Hermione, on the other hand, was only a tad worried (boy, what an understatement) and was too busy fretting to give in to his bait. When they finally headed upstairs and entered the common room, they found the newly reacquainted couple asleep on the couch, Ginny in Harry's arms. Even Ron appreciated this moment it was so cute. Ron yawned, decided he was sleepy, (it apparently wasn't enough to just feel tired, he had to decide he was for it to be true) and hugged Hermione goodnight. They both went their separate ways up their respective staircases, and they both got ready for bed. Ron was staring out at the stars, drifting off to sleep... A few minutes later, the door opened, and someone quietly snuck into the room. They stood very still, until finally pulling back the blankets and sliding into the bed. They rested their head on Ron's shoulder, and fell asleep immediately.