(A/N This is it! Last Chap! And then an epilog. which I plan to make sort of funny, if I write it correctly that is. read and review!)

CHAPTER 11
AS TOLD BY RON

VOLDEMORT DOESN'T MESS AROUND, HE GETS RIGHT down to killing people, and with the Killing Curse, he killed Hermione's old Co-Workers, and the three men.

Hermione screamed.

"Well, well, well," Voldemort said. "I've been waiting for a little reunion." A cruel smile snaked it's way across Voldemort's face.

"Crucio." He was aiming at Hermione, and before I knew what I was doing, I jumped in front of her. I fell to the ground, pain surging through me, pain so terrible I've never felt anything so terrible.

I hit the floor, convulsing, it felt like I had swallowed fire and it had stretched through my veins, and bones, and every inch of my body.

"RON!" Hermione yelled. Collapsing down next to me.

She was yelling, but I wasn't listening, for I was watching Harry, who was now cornered in a wall, Voldemort holding his wand right near Harry's throat.

"Avada-."

Harry hit the wand, pressing it up against his scar, just as Voldemort finished his sentence. And Hermione got up and sent a bunch of different colored sparks into the air, and then ran next to Harry, and that's when everything went blank for me.

AS TOL D BY HERMIONE

I CRIED SO HARD THAT NIGHT. BY POINTING Voldemort's wand at his scar, he had managed to kill the most terrible wizard that ever set foot on the magical world. Yes, after all these years, Voldemort had died.

Except no one was sure if Harry was going to live when they first brought him in. They moved Ron, Hagrid, and Harry into St. Mungos. However, after about seven hours, Susan, and I were able to see Harry again, who was alive and well.

Hagrid was revived long before the Ministry ever arrived at Harry's house and he was sent to the hospital just for a little extra magical healing.

And then there was Ron. Ron was the worst off. Crucatius Curse can cause serious brain damage. I had been practically living in the hospital for about four days, before the nurse came out into the waiting room where I was (along with the whole Weasley family).

"Is Miss Hermione Granger here?" The nurse asked.

I stood up, "Yes, that's me."

"Mr. Weasley is up. He wants to see his family, but he requested that he gets to talk to Miss Granger first," The nurse told me.

I felt my legs began to grow weak, but a smile stretched across my face, wider then I had ever smiled before, "Ron's OK?!"

"Yes, now if you'll come with me."
The nurse pushed open the door to Ron's hospital bed, and then left. Ron had a very smug look on his face, he had put his arms behind his head.

I felt tears running down my face again.

"Are you just going to stand there crying, or are you going to ask your boyfriend how he's feeling?" Ron asked.

Oh no, I thought. "So, is this why you wanted to see me before anyone else? To torture me, Ron?" I couldn't help it, I smiled.

I sat down in the chair next to his bed.

"Of course! What good is having you as a girlfriend if I can't argue with you?" Ron told me.

I smiled at him, "Listen Ron, I wanted to thank you, for doing that for me. I-I can't believe you jumped in front of the Curse for me. I-."

And then Ron kissed me. I don't know if it was out of affection, or to get me to shut up, probably to get me to shut up. Ron pressed his lips lightly against mine

AS TOLD BY RON

HERMIONE! STOP! DON'T YOU DARE WRITE ONE MORE WORD! PLEASE DO NOT MAKE THIS BOOK X RATED BY GOING INTO THE DETAILS OF THE KISS!

OK, now that I've gotten my girlfriend to SHUT UP, I can continue. Hermione is insisting that I mention that the kiss was short, longer then the first but still relatively short.

Anyway, I pulled myself away from Hermione. At the risk of being mushy. I couldn't believe I had actually kissed Hermione. I mean, you have to understand that I've been in love with this girl and I was planning on never actually telling her this. Why would I? Tell her and then have her say no to me, and never see her again? But I guess there is something about facing death that really makes people admit things. So, as I was saying. I could not believe I was kissing her. Kissing Hermione seemed like some far away thing that I would never actually get to do. kind of like my dream as a child to be able to do that Muggle thing called Bungee-Jumping (A/N is that how it's spelled????)

Where was I? Oh, yeah, I pulled myself away from Hermione, who instead of looking shocked, began to sob even harder. But after that kiss, all I wanted to do was to be able to make this girl happy for the rest of her life, so I said, "My kissing is that bad?"

Hermione laughed through her sobs, causing her to hiccup. She threw her arms around me, "I was so worried about you! I thought you would be tortured to insanity. Luckily when Voldemort died the Curse was lifted.. But still! I thought I would never be able to tell you how I felt and-."

"How do you feel, Hermione?" I said seriously.

Hermione pulled back, "W-What do you mean!? You know how I feel, don't you?"

I grinned at her, "Yes, I know how you feel, but I want you to tell me, because I love you, and so I know we're on the same page."

AS TOLD BY HERMIONE

I pulled away from Ron, why did he do this to me? He knew how I felt? Why did I have to tell him? But I took a deep breath, this man had risked his life for me. "I love you."

I expected the words to come out muted slightly, and in an angry sort of mutter. But they didn't they came out brave, and full of the truth behind them.

"Good," He said taking my hands, "We're on the same page."