A/N: I'm glad to see people are enjoying this fic but this chapter's the
last and it's quite short! I'll get on to writing the sequel, though!
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Hermione looked as though she was about to cry. Ginny stood up, Harry still holding on to her hand as she sat down on the floor next to Hermione's chair. Reluctantly Harry let go and made his way over to Ron.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
Ron shrugged. "I dunno, mate," he replied. "I just - I like her, you know?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah, I know." He looked over at Hermione and Ginny. Hermione had her face in her hands and Ginny was hugging her. "I think she feels the same though," he added.
Ron sighed. "So what should I do? You know me - I've never - never really had a - a proper girlfriend... " He trailed off.
"Go over there. Tell her you like her. Ask her out."
Ron blinked at Harry. "Ask her - are you crazy?" he cried as quietly as he could. "I can't do that! She'll say no!"
Harry gave Ron a knowing look, causing him to sigh. "Wish me luck," he replied reluctantly.
"You don't luck," Harry told him. "Just believe in magic."
Ron looked like he was about to ask Harry what he was on about it, but thought better of it. Instead, he stood up and made his way over to Hermione. Ginny saw him approach and stood up herself, finding herself a seat in Harry's arms.
Harry watched as Ron, a stammering idiot, asked Hermione if she would be his girlfriend. A smile appeared on Harry's face as he heard Hermione reply 'yes'. She smiled and then looked timidly at her new boyfriend with a smile.
"They look so uneasy around each other," Ginny observed, "Maybe we should do something?"
Harry, however, shook his head. "No, Gin, I think we've done enough for one night."
"One *fantastic* night," Ginny corrected with a grin.
Harry laughed. Looking at her, he couldn't believe he had wasted so many years when he could have been with her. Like this. It was perfect. It was better than perfect. It was magic.
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Hermione looked as though she was about to cry. Ginny stood up, Harry still holding on to her hand as she sat down on the floor next to Hermione's chair. Reluctantly Harry let go and made his way over to Ron.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
Ron shrugged. "I dunno, mate," he replied. "I just - I like her, you know?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah, I know." He looked over at Hermione and Ginny. Hermione had her face in her hands and Ginny was hugging her. "I think she feels the same though," he added.
Ron sighed. "So what should I do? You know me - I've never - never really had a - a proper girlfriend... " He trailed off.
"Go over there. Tell her you like her. Ask her out."
Ron blinked at Harry. "Ask her - are you crazy?" he cried as quietly as he could. "I can't do that! She'll say no!"
Harry gave Ron a knowing look, causing him to sigh. "Wish me luck," he replied reluctantly.
"You don't luck," Harry told him. "Just believe in magic."
Ron looked like he was about to ask Harry what he was on about it, but thought better of it. Instead, he stood up and made his way over to Hermione. Ginny saw him approach and stood up herself, finding herself a seat in Harry's arms.
Harry watched as Ron, a stammering idiot, asked Hermione if she would be his girlfriend. A smile appeared on Harry's face as he heard Hermione reply 'yes'. She smiled and then looked timidly at her new boyfriend with a smile.
"They look so uneasy around each other," Ginny observed, "Maybe we should do something?"
Harry, however, shook his head. "No, Gin, I think we've done enough for one night."
"One *fantastic* night," Ginny corrected with a grin.
Harry laughed. Looking at her, he couldn't believe he had wasted so many years when he could have been with her. Like this. It was perfect. It was better than perfect. It was magic.