With a day until the arrival of Order of the Phoenix, here's the final chapter of All I Need Is You.

As always, a massive thank you to everyone who has ever reviewed my story, and double the massive thanks to the people who are regular readers! You people—all my reviewers—are what kept me inspired to continue on with the story. Kudos to: clyde, onerios lykos (Clay's performance of Solitaire inspired chapter 12! Lol!), Ramy, cyberfrogX, Kermittounette, Trackstar Tomboy, Bachy A, ears91, coopie (I will e-mail you soon!!), flute, usha88 and Miss Shirley-Blythe, who reviewed chapter 12.

Disclaimer: The usual. I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does.

Enjoy!

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Slowly the weeks dragged by. Little by little, Harry and Hermione were speaking again. It was small talk and very superficial, but at least it was something.

Hermione was mildly surprised that Harry hadn't done something about that day in the library. She knew he'd heard her, too. If he really loved her, why had he ignored such an opening?

Ron! That had to be it. Maybe Harry was unsure that he and Hermione could be together again while still be friends with Ron.

She tried to ignore the fact that her brain was screaming "That doesn't make sense! Everyone's friends again, it's all fixed."

Instead, she jumped up from her seat in the Great Hall and marched out the door. "Ron! Ronald Weasley!" she shouted.

Ron, who was barely twenty paces away, turned and shouted, "What?"

"We need to talk!" she shouted still as she closed the gap between them.

"About what?" he yelled back, though she was now a foot away from him. He was grinning.

"So this is a joke to you! I'm serious here, Ron!"

"Hermione—"

"Just listen to me, okay? Tell Harry that you guys can be friends again even if he and I are together!" she demanded.

"Hermione," he tried again.

"Shush! Promise me you will, okay? Promise me."

"Hermione!"

"What?"

"I did."
"What?"

"I already told him that."

"You did?" Hermione gasped. "When?"

"A while ago. That night he said he didn't want to love you if you couldn't be together."

Hermione paused to think. "So why haven't we gotten back together yet?"

Ron rolled his eyes and shrugged. "How on earth am I supposed to know that?"

"You're Harry's best friend!"

"I used to be. You're his best friend now."

"I am not!"

Ron nearly laughed. "Well, I guess that much is true!"

Hermione felt tears sting her eyes. "Ron!" she exclaimed, giving him a little push. "That isn't funny."

"Look, Hermione, this whole thing is giving me a headache. Yes, I made a mess of things, but I did my part in fixing it up. I've tried everything I can think of, but now I'm giving up. If things haven't been fixed now, they probably won't ever get fixed."

Hermione's unshed tears suddenly overflowed as the truth set in. "You're right," she said, her voice shaking. "It's really over, then, isn't it?"

Ron nodded and wrapped her in a big hug. "I think it is, Hermione."

*

Ron felt very sorry for Hermione, but couldn't help but hope that the whole mess was on its way into the past. Indeed, he felt sort of queasy every time he thought of what was going on between his two best friends.

And everyone else, for that matter, he thought dryly.

Ron collapsed on his bed late that night, completely exhausted. He was drifting into a nice sleep when the door opened.

"Hey, Ron," Harry greeted. He crossed the room and began to search for something in his trunk.

Ron grumbled something non-affirmative, wishing Harry would leave so he could get some sleep.

No such luck. "What'd you do today?" Harry asked, still rummaging.

"Oh, the usual. You know. Whatever." Ron rolled over and tried to block out Harry when something sprang into his mind.

What if Harry had seen Ron hugging Hermione in the hall a while ago? What if he saw them, and jumped to conclusions?

He'd probably knock me out, that's what he would do!

"What did you do today?" Ron asked, trying to keep his voice casual.

"The usual. I made more diagrams for the final next week. I really think we're going to win it," Harry said enthusiastically. "Aha! Got it!"

"What were you looking for?"

"This," Harry said, holding something up. Ron rolled over again and saw that Harry was holding up an old copy of Quidditch Through the Ages.

"You're sounding awfully cheerful today," Ron commented, suddenly suspicious. "What's up?"

"Nothing. I'm just happy again."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Well, almost."

Ron studied him for a moment, and a new inspiration sprang into mind. It was a long shot, but just maybe…

He jumped out of bed, strode across the room and punched Harry as hard as he could in the shoulder.

"Ow! Ron! What was that for?"

"You're such an idiot!" Ron yelled. "I can't take it anymore!"

Harry massaged his shoulder, shooting Ron a look of both confusion and annoyance.

"Just get back with Hermione already! Do it right now or I'll punch you again, even harder."

"Ron, I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because…because…"

"Because?"

"I don't know, okay?"

"Harry, she loves you. You love her. It isn't that complicated! Go make up with her before she moves on."

Harry remained silent.

"She told me today that it's really over between you two. Now, I don't know if that's completely true yet," he added, seeing the colour drain out of Harry's face, "but it will be soon if you don't do something about it right now."

Harry stood up, threw the book onto the bed and dashed to the door. He was about to swing it open when he stopped and turned to face Ron.

"Ron…thanks."

Ron smiled. "Anytime."

*

Harry raced down the spiral staircase, hoping Hermione would still be in the common room. He leapt off the last two stairs and saw that, though the common room was mainly empty, Hermione was still there, doing her homework.

Colin Creevey and his friends were still up, too. Harry joined the group and spoke to Colin in a hushed voice.

"Colin, do you mind clearing off for tonight? I need to talk to Hermione about something very important."

"Sure! Of course, Harry!" Colin exclaimed eagerly. Within seconds, he herded his group up the stairs and out of sight.

Hermione looked up at the commotion. "What's going on?" she asked Harry.

"I asked them to leave. I need to speak to you."

"All right."

Harry paused and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry about the last few weeks. I've being acting really stupid. I was just angry about us and the fact that we broke up. But then I…well, you see, the thing is…" Harry's voice trailed off, unsure of what to say next.

Then it came to him. He took another breath to steady his voice. "Hermione, I love you, and all I need is you. If you love me too, then we should be together."

~*~

Hermione's jaw dropped open. Was he kidding? Was this just some fabulous dream? She was almost afraid that it was, because she wanted it to be real that badly.

Harry watched her anxiously. She knew she had to say something.

"Oh, Harry, of course I love you!" she blurted out. She jumped up and nearly flew into his arms.

She knew she wasn't dreaming.

They kissed frantically, as if making up for lost time. They could both taste her tears of joy, which were streaming down her face.

"What made you change your mind?" Hermione asked a few minutes later.

He smiled at her and gently brushed her tears away with his thumb. "Let's just say I finally got some sense knocked into me."

She kissed him sweetly. They were together again! This time, it was real. No more secrets, no more lying. Everything was going to be out in the open, the way it should be.

And they both knew it was bound to last a lifetime.

THE END

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Well, that's it! That's the end. I really hope you liked my story. I've had a lot of fun writing it. Look out for author's notes for this story, which include more thank you's and, more imporantly, a sneak-peek at my next Harry Potter ff story! (Shamless plugging, I know) It's coming soon!