A/N:  It's been a little while since I last updated this fic, and that's because I've been trying to figure out what to do…and I've figured it out.  And so, alas, this is the last chapter!  I'd like to thank all for reading, especially my reviewers, whom include potterfan4life…thanks for reviewing my last chapter!

Disclaimer:  I don't own the characters, I don't own the song.  J.K. Rowling owns the characters and Collin Raye owns the song.

Chapter 6: One Boy, One Girl

"Harry!  Ooh, Harry!  I know what we can do!" Ginny Weasley squealed as she literally bounded over the back of the sofa.  "We'll set them up!"

"Set who up?" he asked, confused.

"Ron and Hermione of course," she replied, as if it was the simplest answer to the problem.  Harry squinted at her and then shook his head.

"There is no way in Hell that would work, Ginny," He told her.

"Oh?  And how do you know?  Isn't there that trip to Hogsmeade coming up?  I bet we could set them up there," Ginny stated calmly.

"Isn't Hermione seeing someone else?"

Ginny sighed heavily.  "No, no she isn't.  Terry Boot and she met in the library a couple of times but it wasn't any major deal.  She just told him her problems with Ron and he told her what she ought to do about them, that's all," Ginny informed him.

She placed her index finger over her lips.  "Shh…here comes Hermione!"

Hermione flopped down on the sofa next to Ginny.  "Hey guys, what's up?" she asked more brightly than she felt.

Ginny grinned and scooted closer to Hermione.  "I've got a great idea Hermione," she started.  "There's this guy that I think you'd really like, right Harry?" she asked, definitely narrowing her eyes to him, warning him not to blow this one.

Harry nodded.  "Yeah, there's this guy."  Boy was that lame.

"A boy?" Hermione questioned, looking green all of the sudden.

Ginny ignored this little fact and plunged ahead.  "Yeah.  He's cute and nice and sweet," she relayed.  "I can't tell you who he is but if you're willing he'd like to meet you at the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade next weekend."  Ginny grinned.  "Trust me.  You'll know who he is when you see him."

"I haven't said I'll even meet him yet!" Hermione protested lamely.

Ginny's grin grew wicked.  Absolutely, adorably wicked.  "So you'll go?"

Hermione sighed and leaned back into the sofa.  She squeezed her eyes shut.  This might temporarily get her to forget Ron.  "Of course," she replied weakly.

Ginny winked at Harry, who just rolled his eyes.  Whoever ended up dating Ginny Weasley was going to have quite some woman on his hands.  He nearly felt sorry for the poor old bloke.

Ginny threw her arms around Hermione in an uncommon gesture of friendship between the two girls and screeched.  "Oh!  I'm so happy for you Hermione!  I promise you'll really like him!"

"He's cute?"

"You'll think so."

"He's nice?"

"Most of the time."

"He's sweet?"

"Only if he likes you," Ginny replied with a twinkle in her eye that made Hermione duck her chin and blush. 

"You're a hopeless romantic Ginny," she teased gently.

And so are you Hermione, so are you.

***

The trip to Hogsmeade was in two days and Ron still hadn't agreed to meet "this girl who really likes you" as Ginny so eloquently put it.  In fact, Ron was quite adamant about not going and Harry was somewhat curious as to why, although he didn't blame Ron at all.

"So Ron…why aren't you going to meet this girl who really likes you?" Harry asked casually on the evening before the trip to Hogsmeade.

Ron groaned.  "Not you too!  Can't you two just leave me alone?"

"Is it because of Hermione?" Harry asked, getting directly to the heart of what he suspected was the problem.

"I don't want to talk about it," Ron grumbled.

"I do."

Ron pushed his hand through his semi-long red hair.  "Alright already!  If I go tomorrow do you promise—and do you promise on behalf of your friend my sister—that you will stop butting into whatever my relationship is with Hermione?" he bargained.

Harry shrugged.  "Sure."

That was way too easy, Ron though uneasily. 

A steady silence followed the two boys then. 

"Umm…so what time or whatever?" Ron asked.  He was kind of curious to meet this mystery girl who was so crazy about him.

"Quarter to noon," Harry responded.  Ron sat back in the chair uneasily.  He was suddenly very nervous all of the sudden.

"You'll like her Ron.  She's smart, pretty, and her nose isn't off-centered," Harry put in as a joke, referring to last year's Yule Ball. 

Ron scowled.  "Gee.  Thanks Harry."

"You should be thanking Ginny."

"Who I'm sure is sitting right behind me with a huge, goofy grin pasted on her face," Ron added, turning around for effect and upon seeing Ginny, waved and nodded.  "Thanks Ginny."

"Anytime," she replied happily, sending a thumbs-up in Harry's direction.

He finally gave in to his friend's girlfriend /

When she said "there's someone you /

Should meet" /

It was nearly eleven forty-five.  Ron checked and rechecked his watch.  He could ever remember being quite this nervous.  It was ridiculous really.

At a crowded restaurant way cross town /

He waited impatiently /

There were students everywhere, Hermione saw through the window.  How was she going to recognize him?  Ginny said she would, but she wasn't so sure anymore.  There were just so many people.  Any one of them could be R-no, she had to remind herself, it isn't him you're here to meet.  It's someone else.

She took a deep breath to steady her nerves and pushed open the door.  The bell above the door jingle jangled more loudly than it ever had before.

When she walked in their eyes met and they /

Both stared /

And right there and then everyone else /

Disappeared, but /

Ron stood up as Hermione made her way across the room to him.  He wanted to squeeze his eyes shut, but he also wanted to scoop her up in a huge hug.  The movies always made this part look so easy.

Hermione looked up to him nervously.  This was insane.  Ginny couldn't have possibly done this for them, could she have? 

She chewed on her lower lip and Ron though she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

"Ron, I'm so sorry," she murmured.  "I never meant to hurt you.  I was scared," she finished just as Ron couldn't hold back anymore.  He literally picked her up off her feet and a sigh of relief escaped his lips when he felt her arms slip around him.

One boy, one girl, two hearts beating wildly /

To put it mildly it was love at first sight /

He smiled, she smiled and they

Knew right away /

This was the day they'd waited for all their lives /

And for a moment the whole world revolved /

Around one boy and one girl /

In no time at all they were standing there /

In the front of a little church /

Among their friends and family /

Repeating those sacred words /

Preacher said, "son kiss your bride," /

And he raised her veil /

Like the night they met time just stood still for /

"Do you, Ronald Marcus Weasley take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?" the preacher asked, smiling down at the happy, young couple.

Ron looked to Hermione, took a deep breath and then looked up at the preacher.  "I do," he replied in a shaky but sure voice.

"And do you, Hermione Kristine Granger take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

Hermione smiled widely, although there were tears running freely down her face.  She sniffled and despite it all replied with just as much sureness in her voice as had been in Ron's.  "I do."

The preacher smiled and the guests sighed happily.  Ginny winked at Harry from across the aisle.  "I now pronounce you husband and wife.  You may kiss the bride."  Cheers from both families rose as Ron's lips touched Hermione's.

One boy, one girl, two hearts beating wildly /

To put it mildly it was love at first sight /

He smiled, she smiled and they

Knew right away /

This was the day they'd waited for all their lives /

And for a moment the whole world revolved /

Around one boy and one girl /

Hermione looked up at her new husband.  Her smile reached her eyes.  She stood on tiptoes and kissed his chin and he laughed.  Ron picked her up and swung her around and she felt like she was flying.

"I love you Mr. Weasley," she whispered into his ear.

"I love you Mrs. Weasley," he replied so gently it brought tears to Hermione's eyes.

He was holding her hand when the doctor /

Looked up and grinned /

"Congratulations, twins" /

Ron grinned and leaned down to lightly give Hermione a kiss on the lips.  Sweaty and tired from the pains of labor she was still the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

"I love you Mrs. Weasley," he said while planting a kiss on her forehead.

She squeezed his hand.  "I love you Mr. Weasley."

They looked at the newest members of their small family.  Ron reached out to take hold of his newborn daughter while Hermione held her new son.  They smiled, looking at the babies and then smiled looking at each other.

One boy, one girl, two hearts beating wildly /

To put it mildly it was love at first sight /

He smiled, she smiled, and they

Knew right away /

This was the day they'd waited for all their lives /

And for a moment the whole world revolved /

Around one boy and one girl /

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