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NOT me. Okay, I'm done. I hope you like the last chapter of the story.
Ron, for once, was thankful for his long legs. He took the stairs three and four at a time. It was hard to run under the cloak, but he managed. His heart was beating so loud it was deafening him.
He entered the library quietly and stealthy. Ron feared at any moment his heart would give him away. He saw Hermione. She looked beautiful. She always looked beautiful to him no matter how much he denied it. He felt like a first year again. He hated his first year of Hogwarts. He had hurt Hermione so much. He never wanted to do that again. He walked closer and closer to her. He was right behind her smelling the sweet scent of her hair.
He took out his wand and whispered "Allohomora," which made her jump slightly. The door popped open. He slid her under the cloak. Her brown, bushy hair was centimeters from Ron's nose. It smelt, some how, sweeter.
Hermione turned around and they were nearly nose-to-nose. Her breathing was as shallow as his was. This was it. It was now or never.
"Hermione-"
"Ron-" they said at the same time and laughed for second.
"Hermione," this is it! "I-I love you."
"I love you too, Ron." She had put her hands around his waist and rested her head on his shoulder.
He held her closely for minutes that felt like eternity. Finally, she took her head of his shoulder. He looked down at her. She still looked beautiful.
He leaned toward her mouth and kissed her. Her lips were so soft. She opened her mouth slightly and Ron dared to explore a little more, and to his surprise she didn't object. This is what he had been waiting for. This was the moment better than magic.
They departed slowly. Ron so full adrenaline. He wanted to kiss her again. He bent to kiss her again, but she was laughing and said, "The plan worked!"
Ron, for once, was thankful for his long legs. He took the stairs three and four at a time. It was hard to run under the cloak, but he managed. His heart was beating so loud it was deafening him.
He entered the library quietly and stealthy. Ron feared at any moment his heart would give him away. He saw Hermione. She looked beautiful. She always looked beautiful to him no matter how much he denied it. He felt like a first year again. He hated his first year of Hogwarts. He had hurt Hermione so much. He never wanted to do that again. He walked closer and closer to her. He was right behind her smelling the sweet scent of her hair.
He took out his wand and whispered "Allohomora," which made her jump slightly. The door popped open. He slid her under the cloak. Her brown, bushy hair was centimeters from Ron's nose. It smelt, some how, sweeter.
Hermione turned around and they were nearly nose-to-nose. Her breathing was as shallow as his was. This was it. It was now or never.
"Hermione-"
"Ron-" they said at the same time and laughed for second.
"Hermione," this is it! "I-I love you."
"I love you too, Ron." She had put her hands around his waist and rested her head on his shoulder.
He held her closely for minutes that felt like eternity. Finally, she took her head of his shoulder. He looked down at her. She still looked beautiful.
He leaned toward her mouth and kissed her. Her lips were so soft. She opened her mouth slightly and Ron dared to explore a little more, and to his surprise she didn't object. This is what he had been waiting for. This was the moment better than magic.
They departed slowly. Ron so full adrenaline. He wanted to kiss her again. He bent to kiss her again, but she was laughing and said, "The plan worked!"