Finally the last chapter…sry guys I kinda lost interest in this story…but I couldn't just NOT finish it, so im gunna clap it together for the last time, lol. And I don't blame you if u don't review I don't deserve it *looks ashamed* here we go!

 "Ron?" Hermione called softly into the seemingly empty bedroom.  Dean Thomas's head popped out from behind a four-poster.

          "Hermione?" He brushed a piece of dark red hair out of his eyes.  "Looking for Ron, eh? He's up at the North Tower, I think. Muttering something bout evil females…" Dean flashed her an affable smile and ducked back under the bed.

           Hermione muttered a quick thanks, and hurried out of the dormitory and started the long sprint towards to North Tower, still practicing her I'VE-ALWAYS-LOVED-YOU speech. She passed Malfoy along the way, who was making derisive comments about crazy Mudbloods running around muttering to themselves.  He looked after her incredulously, plausibly because Hermione didn't even glance meanly his way as she scurried past.

           As she neared the North Tower, Hermione began walking slower and slower as her anxiety gripped her tighter and tighter.

She came to a standstill outside of the big, foreboding door.

           Something came over her as she gazed strongly at the sturdy oak door.  Hermione felt her eyes narrow, and her skin prickle.  She sighed once, a big upheaval of air that seemed to release all of her fights and bad memories and anxiety that had to do with Ron.

           And Hermione pushed the door open.

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           Meanwhile, down by the lake, Harry and Ginny were still only 5 inches apart, Ginny trying to study Harry's upturned, nervous, raw-emotion-ridden face.  She laughed gently, and stroked Harry's soft cheek.  All of her worries had dissipated with Harry's speech.  Harry gazed soulfully at her.

           "I've always been in love with you, Harry.  And I always will be.  Just don't hurt me again, k?" Her voice was curling with laughter and happiness at its edges.  Harry pushed Ginny's vibrant hair out of her eyes and smiled boyishly at her as he leaned in to continue their previous body-conversation.

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           Ron whipped his head around as the old, heavy oak door creaked open.  He moodily turned back around to gaze at two close figures down at the lake again.

           "What are you doing here, Hermione?"  He asked roughly.

           Hermione walked slowly and silently over to where Ron was sitting on the ledge, brooding.

           "Ron…" she started hesitatingly, to see if Ron would stop her.  He didn't.

           "I know I hurt you…and I'm sorry.  I was surprised and, well, touched I suppose at your demonstration of emotions.  I know it was wrong of me now to run… but Ron, I was afraid! I didn't know what you meant by it, and I didn't know how I felt until afterwards…Ron, please at least look at me!"

           Ron slowly turned his to stare stonily at Hermione's troubled face.  In a sudden burst of emotion, Hermione clasped her hands on Ron's face and pressed her lips against his.

           Ron's opened eyes were staring at Hermione's eyelids, which were doubled since they were so close.  He pushed Hermione away and looked at her for a second, then clasped her hands in his own as he kissed her back.

           Funnily enough, the same time Ron and Hermione kissed each other, the two figures by the lake [Harry and Ginny] leaned in as well.