Well, here it is- my very last chapter, (boohoo!). Yes, I know it's short, and it's not very er….. romantic, but come on- this is Ron we're talking about! I wish Ron belonged to me, but he doesn't, nor does Hermione or Harry or anyone, 'cause I ain't JK. Oh, and than you for all my reviewers- I love you all!

Yours,

Hermione Double

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Well, we're on that walk. It's dead nice, just sat here on a hill, looking down on Ottery St Catchpole, but there's just one thing I want to say. And I can't. But I have to.

Why, oh, why is my life so…bleurgh?

I really want to tell her. But I really don't want to. But I really do! Oh hell!

Right. I'm going to. No I bloody well am not. But I need to. But I can't. Oh for goodness' sake. I just wished Harry could have given me some proper advice rather than - She probably fancies you. But if she doesn't, don't blame me.

Right. This is it.

''Mi- 'Mione,' Why is this so bloody hard? Not only that- for some reason it feels like I've swallowed a whole newt and I can't talk properly. 'D'you- d'you like me?'

'Ron, don't be a prat. Of course I like you! I mean, you're my best friend! Why on earth do you think I don't?'

'I……….don't…………. mean………. that.' I just wish some great massive foot would descend from the sky, squashing the Tomato into oblivion. Oh, why am I so thick? Why? Can anyone answer that? I certainly can't- I'm THICK.

'I don't understand.'

'Yes, you do, Hermione. I'm sick of this mixed message crap. I want a straight answer- do you like me the way…….the way…… I like you?' Why the hell did I have to say that? I know full well that she doesn't, I just needed to tell her. I mean, I really, really like her. She was the only person I'd ever felt this way about, and now not only are we not going out- we'll probably never be friends like we are now ever again.

'Ron, what are you trying to say?' She's not exactly making this any easier, is she?

'You heard. Hermione. Look- I-I-I like you more than a friend, and I want you to go out with me, but I'm on the end of a whole load of crap and I don't really know if–––'

'Ron, did you just ask me out?'

'Well…….yeah.' You know I told you I wasn't a prat? I was wrong. Very wrong. Hugely wrong.

'Ron, yes. I will go out with you.' Oh. My. God. Did she just say………? She did.

I can think of just one word can sum this up:

WOOHOO!!!

Okay, stay cool Ron.

Say something!

'Nurgh……….' Oh yeah, that was just sooooo cool. No wonder she can't resist you. 'You- you want to go out with me? SERIOUSLY? This isn't just some joke you––?'

'Ron, this isn't a joke. I honestly want to go out with you,' she laughed. I doubt I have ever been so happy. This is like…. a MILLION times better than winning Quidditch, beating up trolls, getting into Gryffindor, watching the World Cup……….. better than anything. Ever.

Then, to top it all, she snogged me.

I feel a song coming on……….

I'M GOING OUT WITH HERMIONE, I'M GOING OUT WITH HERMIONE, I'M GOING OUT WITH HERMIONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE……………………………………….

IN YOUR FACE VIKTOR BLOODY KRUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

'I thought you liked that Krum git, though.'

'I do- well, I did. But just as a friend. He's a bit of a prat to tell you the truth. And I really fancied you, but, you never asked me, and well, I guess I…….'

'Hermione?'

'Yep?' I can't believe I'm going out with her!

'Shut up,' and we snogged. Yep. 'Cause…………………….

I'M GOING OUT WITH HERMIONE, I'M GOING OUT WITH HERMIONE, I'M GOING OUT WITH HERMIONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE……………………………………….

A/n- awww!!! I can't believe it's the end! I have enjoyed writing this fic more than any other. I hope you liked it!