A/N: *sniffle* The last chapter… *sob* I'm gonna miss it… This chapter isn't as long as the others. Sorry. It's mostly for closure, and all that fun stuff. Sorry I didn't answer anyone's reviews… Thanks to: Nikki, Jaded, Priestess Morgane, CapriceAnn Hedican-Kocur, Kemenran, luvs2party, and me. And a special thanks to PhoenixRae, who has really helped me get this finished and posted (and PassionPolice237, for that matter). Go read their stuff! I think they're both on my favorite authors list. Epilogue will be up soon.

Rating: PG-13

Pairings: Harry/Pansy, Hermione/Draco, Ron/Padma, Ginny/Neville, and Blaise/Charlie

Disclaimer: I own nothing. What an original disclaimer.

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Harry walked out of Gryffindor Tower, whistling. Yes, he was whistling. He was actually in a relatively good mood as he walked towards the entrance to the castle. He'd finally decided what he was going to do. After weeks of deliberation—and being periodically interrupted by one of the many Weasleys (and eventually Draco or Blaise)—he had finally come to a decision about what he termed the "Pansy problem." He was going to talk to her.

He had an insane urge to laugh. It should have been apparent all along—talk to her.

Pansy was sitting on the steps in front of the school, staring out at the lake, bundled up in her cloak. He very nearly ran over her, she was so hidden. "Oh, Pansy, I'm sorry. But I do need to talk to you; may I?" he asked, gesturing to the step beside her.

She nodded, watching him closely. She hadn't seen him since Diagon Alley, and had missed him immensely. She only hoped he felt the same.

"Pansy, I think I've finally figured out what the hell is wrong with me," he said finally.

"Okay…" she said, looking confused…and also trying to keep down (what would undoubtedly be) a large laugh at his wording.

"I'd like to go out with you; give us a try. But I think that we really need to talk about it first. That might have been what was missing all along. I mean, the first time…" he trailed off, looking slightly uncomfortable. "Well, obviously at the ball we didn't really talk, and I'm afraid we never talked after that, when I knew that you were you. Er, you know, uh…"

Pansy giggled softly, rather enjoying his discomfort.

"Well," he started again, "we just, we didn't talk, and I think we should."

"I think that's a wonderful idea," Pansy said.

"Really?" Harry said brightly.

"Yup," she grinned. "I'm very grateful for the fact that I have a guy who is willing to talk…there aren't many of those around. But right now," she raised an eyebrow at him suggestively, "how about we not talk?"

"I can very much agree with that," Harry murmured, leaning down to kiss her.

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Hermione watched the new couple snogging on the front steps and smiled, leaning her head on her boyfriend's shoulder. "They're so adorable. I'm so glad they're together."

Draco snorted. "It's not as though we helped them you know."

"I know," she sighed, "but somehow I think it's almost better that they found each other on their own…"

"I'll never know how you got Harry to tell you, will I?"

"Nope," Hermione grinned.

Draco sighed.

"Young love…" Hermione said.

"Are you referring to us?" Draco asked curiously, playing with his girlfriend's hair.

Hermione shrugged. "I don't know. I suppose, in a way."

"Speaking of which… I have something to ask you, Hermione."

"What?" she asked, turning to him, her eyes curious.

Draco pulled something out of his pocket. "Give me your hand."

She held her left one, the one nearest to him, out and he grabbed it, slipping something onto her fourth finger. He let go and she brought it up to her face. She gasped. "Draco…" she trailed off, tears filling her eyes.

"Hermione," Draco said, tilting her head so that he could look into her eyes. "I love you; you know that, right?" She nodded, her eyes bright. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, living in the same house, raising our children together…" He grinned, brushing her hair away from her face. "Will you marry me?"

Hermione grinned, swiping the tears off her face. "With a proposal like that," she said matter-of-factly, "how am I supposed to say no?"

"Is that a yes?" Draco asked seriously.

"Of course it's a yes," Hermione grinned, pulling his head down for kiss.

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Ron kissed Padma quickly, watching as she headed to the Ravenclaw table. He loved her. He knew it, she knew it… But now, for some reason, he wanted the entire world to know it. He knew better than to shout it out, of course, but they were halfway through their seventh year. They would be graduating in just over six months.

He was going to ask her to marry him. He grinned suddenly, making his way to the Gryffindor table. He really hoped she said yes, although he had no idea why she wouldn't. It was lunchtime, so he didn't know whether he would see Harry or Hermione; they had both disappeared earlier that morning, and he hadn't seen them since. Classes started up again the following day. He couldn't believe the holidays were over. He'd had fun at the Burrow, even with Draco's presence.

As he was helping himself to a large serving of mashed potatoes, Ron felt someone sit down next to him. "Hi, Ron!" Hermione said cheerfully.

"Hello, Hermione," he replied. Glancing at her cheerful, flushed face, he frowned. What on earth was making her so happy? "Hermione?" he asked.

"Yes?"

"What is it?"

Her smile widened and she held up her left hand. Ron's eyes widened at the sight of the intricately woven gold band. There was a diamond with two small sapphires on either side of it in the middle; it must have cost a fortune. "Draco asked me to marry him!" she squealed.

Ron grinned. "Congratulations, 'Mione." He might not have liked Draco all that much at the beginning, but the three weeks they had spent at the Burrow had definitely helped to clear the air, and if he wasn't mistaken, he'd even started to like the Slytherin, at least a little.

Suddenly, the Hall fell silent. Ron and Hermione looked up. Harry and Pansy had walked in, hand-in-hand. Harry leaned down and kissed her before she walked away, leaving him to head to his own table. Harry grinned at his best friends as he sat down and talk broke out amongst the students again.

"So," Hermione raised a brow, "You and Pansy are together, eh?"

"Yeah," Harry smiled.

"Good for you," Ron said behind a mouthful of food. "Hermione's engaged."

Harry looked at her left hand, which she was holding up. "Congratulations! When's the wedding?"

Hermione laughed. "We don't know yet. I think he just wanted to make sure that I was willing."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Oh, as if he didn't know that already."

"Harry!" Hermione smacked his arm playfully.

"Oy, you two," Ron mumbled.

Harry sighed, scooping up some meat loaf and mashed potatoes for himself before smothering them both with gravy. "I guess this is the end."

"Or the beginning," Hermione said.

"Well, I mean the end of our single days. We each have a serious relationship now."

"So it's the beginning of our serious relationships," Hermione pointed out.

Harry sighed. "Okay, fine."

"All's well that ends well," Hermione quoted.

Harry grinned. "Even if the beginning wasn't that great."