*Wipes tears from eyes.* Well, here it is. The final chapter. It is has the corniest ending in the history of fan-fiction- or any fiction for that matter- and I solemnly apologise. I'm REALLY sorry. REALLY, REALLY, REALLY sorry. REALLY sorry. I'm awful at writing endings. Oh, and a HUGE thanks to everyone who reviewed. Anyway, if you've read this far into my disclaimer (oh, by the way, non of these characters belong to me) obviously want to read the actual story, so here it is.

Yours truly (truly sorry, that is),

Hermione Double

His eyes began to flicker, and I saw those sweet brown eyes again. It seemed to take a minute for him to focus.

'Herm - Hermione?'

'Hello!' I whispered.

'What happened?' He asked confusedly.

'You fell off your broom.'

'Oh yeah..' He said in a bemused sort of way.

I asked if how he felt, and he said his head was spinning. We didn't have much time to talk, not nearly enough to even mention the letter - for Madam Pomfrey insisted on fussing around, Harry came down and the bell rang to go to Transfiguration.

'We've got to go- I- well, WE'LL come back at break.'

'Thanks,' and he started on the piles of sweets lying by his bed.

We made our way up to McGonagall's room in silence. I think Harry could tell the idea of conversation at didn't exactly thrill me at that point. We got on with the lesson, but I wasn't as attentive in Transfiguration as I usually would be- but I think McGonagall was ecstatic of the fact we had beaten Snape again, so our lesson wasn't too hard anyway. She even inquired about Ron at the end of the lesson- she really was in a good mood!

At break, we went to the Hospital Wing- well, I did at least- Harry insisted he needed to do our History of Magic essay, which I had actually helped him with two days before. But I was glad of having the chance to be alone with Ron, although I was very apprehensive at the same time

'Hello again.' I smiled, 'how're you feeling now?'

'OK, I suppose. Where's Harry?' He asked. My heart sank- it was obvious he would rather be with Harry.

'Homework.'

'Oh.' There was a very pregnant pause.

'Err, I got your letter.' God, I had been dreading this.

'I know- well I know that you don't feel- well- the same way.'

'How do you know that?' Did he mean what I thought I meant?

'I heard you and Harry talking the other day.'

'Oh,' He looked guilty. 'Well the truth is, Hermione-'

I really didn't want to hear this. But, thank God, I didn't for there was a loud-

"BRRRINNNGGG"

"Ha! Saved by the bell!" I thought.

'Look, I've got to go to History Of Magic,' I said, with a forced smile.

'Oh, all right then,' he said. I couldn't tell whether he was glad to have not have had to tell me - or that he actually WANTED to tell me he hated me. Either way, I swung my bag over my back and hurried out of the room as fast as possible without actually running.

History of Magic was as boring as usual, although I did get five points for my essay. Harry and I entered into our usual slumber until the bell sounded once more and we were brought back to our senses. As we walked down the corridor- I saw a funny little grey thing zooming around by the Charms rooms. Pigwidgeon. He flew over and, to my astonishment, he dropped a piece of parchment on my head. I pulled it from my horrendous and hated mass of awfully unruly hair and opened the envelope. It was from Ron-

"Hermione- I love you."

Told you it was corny. SERIOUSLY corny. Now please review and tell me how corny it was so that I can improve my huge load of corniness. Sorry it's so corny. BYE! Ps, SORRY IT'S SO CORNY. I could go on. But I guess you already know how SORRY I am. So SORRY!