Author's Note: Thank you for reading this story, enjoy this last chapter.
Chapter Nine
No Mistake
Hermione looked at Harry nervously. She could only guess what he could tell her. Dozens of words and phrases ran through her head, each viler and crueler than the next. Then she caught herself and realized Harry would never tell her anything of that sort. She said, in the softest voice she could muster, "What is it?"
Harry leaned forwards slightly so that his eyelashes cast dark star-point shadows across her cheeks for a second. Then, he kissed her, very delicately, on the cheek.
" I believe you," He said, " Maybe I'm stupid, but I know my Hermione."
Hermione's cheeks flushed darkly and she said, " So you know about… about how I wanted to make you like me."
" The spell wouldn't have worked," Harry replied sadly.
Hermione's stomach twisted painfully for the upcoming truth, " It… it wouldn't?"
" No. I already loved you to begin with," And then he kissed her on the lips, rivaling the kiss Draco gave her and extending far beyond it, making it the most delectable kiss Hermione had ever savored on her lips. She could feel all the butterflies in the cage of her stomach smash against her stomach walls suddenly and then they were gone, leaving only a light airy hole of what her stomach had been, and her insides came together to form a rainbow of pleasure. It was so sweet a display that if Harry or Hermione had to witness someone else go forth with something like this they'd make a face of disgust. Yet, here they were, and suddenly they whispered words of their love and affections. They told of when they first knew that their love was there, where they first felt that tug in their hearts…
And suddenly words were spilling out, apologies and excuses, which the other member would silence with their own words and excuses, and then only burning kisses would quiet the words and make things better.
" I can't believe I didn't say anything," Harry said finally, their lips parted finally, " God, Hermione… you don't know what I went through, keeping it all inside."
" Guess we're just dummies," Hermione suggested, " In need of a guide book to Good Communication."
Harry grinned and the tears in his eyes shimmered, " You didn't really make any mistakes, though."
" No?"
" It still got us together in the end, didn't it?"
And they kissed once more.
*
A day later, just as the third day of the spell had passed, Draco Malfoy woke up with a startled expression. He had fallen asleep in the common room, Crabbe and Goyle staring at him from the sofa just before him. Draco frowned and said, " What? What the hell is going on?"
Then he looked down and saw that he held the stump of a red crayon in his hand, and a rather poorly done love note in the other. He wrinkled his nose, " Are you setting me up for a prank photograph here?" He pulled the card open and saw the most atrocious bunch of sweet words, something he would barely expect even Potter to string together.
My fairest? What the hell!?
And then he saw the person it was to.
Hermione Granger, my love, forgive me.
Draco felt incurably weak suddenly. He threw the card across the room and hissed snidely, " I don't even want to know what I did last night and I don't even care. Bring me a fucking cup of cocoa and be fast about it, you idiots."
Crabbe ran from the room and Goyle followed, their faces red with perspiration.
Draco hunched over the table, ice running through his veins. He'd have to be double mean now to cover up his mistakes. Still… whatever it was last night, it must have been some party.
*
Ginny woke up in her bed as well and felt a wave of nausea and confusion at first. As the room ebbed into view again, she felt as if something had cleared up in her heart. She looked outside. It was a lovely day. She wondered if she could go out with Colin and build a snowman. Not once did her mind remind her of Harry, and for once, it wasn't the spell that made her feel so. There was no mistake – it was in her heart.
*
It's not a mistake if you still get the result you wanted.
The End