A/N: Hello everybody! Thank you so much for all of your reviews, they make me so happy to know that somebody is actually reading this stupid little fanfic. Well this is it! I tried my best to make it seem like they are talking in English and not in American, I apologize if I made any grammar or language mistakes that might seem to distract you. The finalizing chapter of Love Me Forever! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor do I own the characters situated in the series. Except I own Sylvania and the plot.

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Chapter Five: The Valentines Ball

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Hermione looked around the dormitory, she had just gotten out of the shower to get ready for the ball. The great hall had turned out very beautiful, it looked like it had just been built after they put up all of the decorations.

Hermione took her dress and laid it out in front of her bed, she looked at it and smiled, it was so beautiful. The dress was nothing like her modern Muggle dresses that she wore to her aunts' weddings. Except it was very old fashioned and looked like something you would see on an old Muggle classic. Lavender helped her tie up the corset, which was very lacy and difficult to put on. When she finally put on the final layer of the thick dress, Lavender giggled. "You look like a princess." Hermione laughed. "Come on I'll help you lace up your dress."

"Urgh, why do they have to be all big and lacy?" Lavender said, choking while Hermione was trying the lace up the corset correctly. "My goodness," She groaned. "How did you tie up my dress? This is so difficult. There's so many layers and strings and laces and...ugh" She finally figured out that she had been tying up the whole thing wrong and had to redo the laces. When she was finally done, Lavender turned around, smoothing out the invisible creases on the dress. "These gowns are so beautiful, I wish we could keep them." She said, sighing. "My mother would be so shocked to see me wearing something so old and classic. I'm not the type of person that wears these types for dresses." Hermione said. "I know, you look so.." Lavender trailed off, and giggled. Hermione threw her head back and sniffed, "Don't underestimate me Miss Brown, we all know I look like an overstuffed potato."

Lavender laughed, "Well you definitely will look like an overstuffed potato if you keep trodding on that gown of yours."

"How can I look like an overstuffed potato if I trod on my gown? That is magically, and formally impossible." Hermione said stubbornly.

"Nothing is impossible Hermione. Especially when we're speaking of magic."

"Be quiet, Lavender and help me put on my makeup...you know I don't have an idea about these female tasks."

Lavender walked over to her and forced her onto a chair. "Honestly Hermione, one day you'll have to learn how to put on makeup, or you may never go on a date in your whole life." She started applying eye shadow to her eyes. "I will be able to go on a date you stupid girl, not everybody has to put on makeup for a date you know." Hermione said. "Don't talk, your face moves and the makeup gets messed up." Lavender instructed. "That's the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard in my whole life."

"Shut up."

Silence.

Still Silence.

Lavender was applying Hermione's lipstick.

Silence.

"If you were always this quiet then I'm sure I would have been able to do those meditating classes back in our third year." Lavender said. She got up and said, "Your done. Now I have to do my own makeup."

"What meditating classes?" Hermione asked curiously, "Besides it was always you and Parvati that were noisy, I spent so much time in the library that I didn't ever sit in our dormitories." Hermione paused, "You know, you should be a makeup artist when you grow up, Lavender. You accomplished the task in making me a girl for the second time this."

Lavender laughed. "It's not that hard you know, besides you can just do magic to do it. Speaking of those meditating classes, we should start them this year. It's so relaxing."

"I never thought I'd live to hear you say something was relaxing. Oh, look at the time! I still didn't even do my hair..ugh this is going to take forever." Hermione said, and started attacking her hair with a brush. "Hermione, magic works with everything." Lavender said, and muttered something with her wand pointed at Hermione's hair. As she twirled her wand in circles, Hermione's hair started curling into a hairstyle. When Lavender moved her wand away, Hermione's hair had been twisted into a complicated bun, with tiny little glittery stars 'holding' it into place (Magic doing most of the work though). Her face was framed by loose curls. Hermione smiled, "It's perfect, thanks."

As she got up and slipped on her shoes she turned around and grinned at Lavender, who was fussing over her own hair, which was currently a curtain of sleek brown hair.

"You know Lavender, you don't need any type of hair style, your hair is fine on it's own."

Lavender laughed bitterly, "Fine on it's own? You must be joking, Hermione. It will get all fuzzy if I keep it that way. "

"Don't be daft, you're a witch, you can cast a few spells that will keep your hair from getting fuzzy,"

"Oh right! Well, I think I'll just hold a few strands of hair by these nice little clips that I got last week." She waved her wand and the clips zoomed into her hair, securely holding the few strands that were once framing her face. She muttered a spell and a silvery substance shot out of the tip of her wand and got lost in her hair. She walked over to where Hermione was standing and performed the same spell on her hair. "There, that should keep our hair from losing it's style."

"Alright, well I guess we should go...Ron and Harry are probably waiting for us." Hermione said and motioned that they leave the room.

Harry was patiently waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs, Ron at his side. She walked down the steps and turned around to see her dress dragging along behind her, she giggled, it was just like those classic Muggle romance movies  that she would see her mum and dad watch when she was a little girl.

"It's a pleasure Miss Granger"

"Thank you Mr. Potter, how do you do?"

"I'm doing very fine Miss Granger, I hope you are pleased to accompany me to the Great Ball."

"Of course, a delight it is."

He grinned and held out his hand to her, as they linked their arms they started walking out of the noisy common room.

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As Hermione got up to go and get some drinks, she looked back at Harry who was talking about Quidditch with the boys. She sighed, They never grow bored of that topic. Making her way to the drinks table, she looked around the Great Hall, watching chattering and dancing students as she passed by, she saw Sylvania and Draco snogging senseless in a corner, and threw a disgusted glance at them.

She stood at the table, pouring a cup for her and Harry, she saw Ginny standing alone at a side of the table. She walked over to her, "Hello Ginny"

Ginny looked at her, startled, she looked tense at first but then her gaze softened. "Hello, a great night it is, isn't it?" She said, her voice far away. "Yes, yes, it is..Ginny, is there something bothering you?" Hermione asked her, watching her eyes travel to each and every dancing couple. "Oh Hermione, it's horrible...Dean didn't even show up. He said he would meet me here, but I've been standing here for half an hour and he hasn't even appeared." She said in a worried tone. "You don't suppose something might have happened to him?"

"No, not Dean, he's always very cautious at occasions like these. Maybe you should look for him, I'm sure you just missed him."

"Your probably right, I should go look for him, thanks anyway Hermione. I'll see you later." And with that she strode off into the crowd. Leaving a very curious and worried Hermione behind. She cast a final glance towards Ginny's direction and made her way back to their table.

Setting down the drinks, she sat in between Harry and Lavender. "Thanks Hermione. Are you enjoying the night?" Harry asked her. "Yes, it's been a lovely evening."

"May I have this dance?" Harry said standing up and holding out his hand in front of him. Hermione smiled and took his hand, she let him lead her to the dance floor.

"The decorations are striking, did you choose the colors?" Harry said, moving slowly to the music. "No I didn't, although Pansy looked like she was going to die of jealousy since Gryffindor got pink and Slytherin had to get green." Harry chuckled, "None of the boys were too happy about that." He said, his eyes traveling around the décor of the Great Hall.

He looked at Hermione, "You look beautiful tonight,"

"And your devastatingly handsome yourself."

"Don't be silly, I'm just some stupid little boy with such unruly hair that doesn't lie flat even if you fling dung at it."

Hermione crinkled her nose, "I don't think that would look very attractive,"

"It's not intended to. But I'm serious, I couldn't do anything with my hair tonight. It's honestly very infuriating."

"You didn't want to look good just for me now, did you?" Hermione teased. "Besides, your not some stupid little boy, Harry, don't be so pessimistic. I think you're a wonderful, brave, and very charming young man. With soft and adorably cute hair." As she said this she paused to get his hair out of his eyes. She sighed, "I have never met anybody with such beautiful eyes."

"Not even Lockhart?"

Hermione slapped him playfully on his shoulder. "Oh do be quite Harry.." But she couldn't help laughing. She looked at her hand, which was still resting on his shoulder. As she glanced up at him she saw him gazing at her lovingly, his eyes twinkling.

Hermione did something she wanted to do for ages, and stood on her tiptoes, planting a soft sweet kiss on his lips. As she pulled back, he held her close, and kissed her. She felt her world melt away, she wrapped her arms around his neck. As he kissed her, she felt flowing sensations float through her body. It was just Harry and Hermione, standing close in their own world, her body felt like it was going to collapse on all the weight she was putting on her toes. But she didn't care. She was flying.

When they finally broke apart, Harry looked down at her and smiled, that smile was for her, she was going to explode with happiness. He winked and murmured, "Love me Forever" It was so soft that she wouldn't have heard it if they weren't standing so close. She grinned and pulled him into another breathtaking kiss.

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A/N: Yay! That's all! Love Me Forever is finally over! I'm so happy! Thank you everybody who took their time to read this story. It was intended to be very long, but I don't think I would have ever complete it if it was. Thank you again, I'm so pleased that I actually finished this story. In a few years time I'll probably look back at this story and laugh. Please review, I'd love to hear what you think! Thank you, Thank you, Thank you! I should shutup now, please don't forget to review! Hugs and Kisses, with a nice cookie if you enjoyed the short story :)