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The final chapter of this story. I have come to realize that many people think I can't spell but in my defense, its not that I can't spell it, its that I tend to confuse my American and British spellings. It doesn't help that the stupid spell-check keeps doing weird stuff to my words. So I ask you to pls. excuse the spellings. Thanks

The Problem with Plans Made Too Early

The tension in the air, frankly, was killing everyone. But especially Harry. He couldn't for the life of him, understand why Ron was just standing there, instead of walking the few meters across the room to Hermione. If his Ron did not hurry up with whatever he was going to do, Harry was sure Hermione's bed was going to be very, very wet.

He held his breath, praying to his prostate to give him more time. This was turning out to be exactly like one of those Danielle Steel Romance stories, which he had once found in his aunt's room. Having nothing else to do, he had snuck a few to his cupboard and read the rest of the day. The language as well as the imagery used had at first …well confused him to bits; as well as make him slightly nervous. He had much trouble, associating Aunt Petunia with the beautiful ladies with heaving bosoms, and when it finally occurred to him that Uncle Vernon was probably the hero in Aunt Petunia's dreams, he had picked up the books and, shivering, flung them on to Aunt Petunia's bed. But now, recalling to mind the dashing heroes with torn shirts and bulging pecs, he was again struck by how Ron was …so not like that!

Well except, maybe for the torn shirts.

And the further he got on this train of thought the more he began to remember Uncle Vernon. Great, just great. Now on top of having to go to the toilet, he had to throw-up as well.

Across the bed, Ginny stood still, trying to keep her eyes as wide as possible, determined not to miss a single glance or twitch from the two "lovebirds". Whatever happened next would be the talking point of everyone for years to come! And there was no way that she was going to miss out on the gossips! It occurred to her that maybe they deserved a little privacy, but she rejected that idea immediately.

It was they who had put their personal lives on display for everyone in Hogwarts. Almost everyone in Gryffindor had been involved in one of their shenanigans (Ok, this I don't know how to spell) and some had paid greatly for them. She still remembered how Harry had tried to defend Ron when Hermione had caught Ron stealing her homework. Ron may have been the one with the dog's ears after, but Harry had been unable to stop trembling for hours after that. Later on, during dinner, when Hermione had reached for a plate that was near Harry, he had:

Jumped at least 5 feet in the air, from a sitting position. Fell and hit his head on the next table Apologized profusely to Hermione Sprinted straight to hide behind Professor Dumbledore.

All in all in hadn't been one of Harry's proudest moments, and it had taken some time for Ginny to even persuade Harry to calm down to not go into a fit when Hermione came near. But that sort of thing occurred constantly. Lavender, Dean, Seamus even she herself, had been caught in their cross-fire from time to time. Even now, glancing at the door, she could see almost all the Gryffindors watching the show from the doorway behind Ron.

For a moment, she wondered how any girl could see Ron as that special person. After all, just because she knew Hermione liked Ron, didn't mean she understood it. Ginny could within seconds, come up with a list of Ron's faults that was enough to fill pages and pages, like how he was a slob, slow, rude, irritating, bossy, overprotective, and so on. But what made the situation more stranger, was that Hermione would be definitelybe able to provide a longer list of Ron's faults! And in shorter time! Ron, on an average, pissed Hermione off once an hour!

Oh of course, she knew her brother was a great guy, she loved him and all but if she, couldn't put that image together, how on earth could Hermione, the one girl who Ron had managed to irritate and anger every single day of their friendship, do so?

She felt a twinge of jealousy at Hermione. Why couldn't her hero do this to her? She glanced at Harry, watching him squirm on the bed, wondering just what exactly he was doing. She glared at him, mentally telling him to shut up. He shot her back a miserable look, still squirming. She sighed inwardly, nope, definitely no romance in that one.

Harry winced when he saw Ginny glaring at him. He tried to give her a winning smile, but it came out pretty miserable. Looking around, he noticed that the door to the girl's room was now jam-packed. Everyone in Grffyndor was staring at the drama unfolding in the room. That is those that were able to squeeze to the front of the crowd. Fred and George were staring in a mixture of astonishment, curiosity, and wonder at their brother. No doubt they had found it very hard to believe that Ron had actually got as far as he did. Thanks to Hermione's loud voice, everyone knew what was going on.

Ron no longer knew what he was doing. His feet felt frozen, and sweat was dripping from his hands. He had a good idea that he probably had a look of terror on his face and it was exactly what he was feeling. He had kissed Hermione, She had slapped him and run away, and now she said she was in love with him. Well she didn't so much as say it, as implied it. But that was the same thing rite? After all, girls were like that rite? They liked guys to guess things rite? So all he had to do was….what? His mind was a complete blank, everything seemed to be replaying itself over and over again, fear and confusion tearing him apart inside. The fact of the matter was that, time was slipping by and he had absolutely no idea what to do. He wished he had never entered the room. He wished he had run far, far away. What had he been thinking?! Hermione was probably going to slap or do worse to him for eavesdropping.

Ginny wondered what exactly was going on in Hermione's head. She looked as though she wanted to make a break for it, but she would have never got out the Gryffindor-filled door. Her hands were hanging limply by her side, and her legs frozen beneath her. If anything, she looked even more terrified than Ron did!

As more seconds slipped by, Ron's face began to take a more sickly look, glistening with sweat. Behind them, she heard George whisper, " Ten galleons says he pukes on her." Ginny's heart stopped for her moment, as Ron really did look as though he was going to help George win the bet. She screamed at her brother, albeit in her head. If Ron did that, God help her, she would personally cut off his head and stuff it up his ass!

Unfortunately, it was the look on Ron's face that seemed to slightly awaken Hermione. The look of befuddlement and terror left her face, as she said in a loud commanding voice," Just what do you think you are doing!?"

The words, worse than that of a spell, stopped Ron in his advance. Harry stopped his squirming for a moment, shocked at what Hermione had said. Behind him, he could hear the collective gasps of the Gryffndorians. Ginny also looked absolutely stunned. Hermione, actually sounded angry and disgusted. The expression on Ron's face said it all, changing to one of disbelief and shock

Ron felt his heart turn to lead, watching the expression on Hermione's face She didn't want him. Oh god! She didn't want him! How could he have been so wron-

Wait a minute! Why wasn't she moving away? In fact Hermione had done absolutely nothing else. Her hands were still by her side, and her legs stood still. Confusion again struck him. He watched as she opened her mouth and said,

" Are you deaf? I said, stop what ever you are thinking of doing!"

He could hear the anger in her voice, but why then wasn't she moving away, or picking up her wand to blast him away? He stared at her face, as she continued to threaten and warn him away. Did she really want him to go away? Then what had the whole episode with Harry and Ginny been about? If she didn't want him, then why wasn't she moving away? His head threatened to boil over with questions and his temper began to rise. Why couldn't she just make clear what she wan-

He caught his breath, questions and anger forgotten, as he caught sight of her eyes. He remembered vaguely overhearing his mum tell Ginny how the eyes were the windows to the soul At the time, he had passed it off as crap from her Muggle romance novels, but now…

Harry watched, bladder forgotten, as Ron suddenly started moving again towards Hermione. This time there was a look of … he couldn't really call it determination, but rather it was a look of someone who had made a choice and was going to stick with it come dog ears or not.

Hermione never increased her volume, but there was a certain quickness in her voice upon watching Ron, that made Ginny take a deep breath. Could it be…?

Ron, made his way, his eyes focused on her eyes, even as her mouth continued to scold, berate and threaten him.

"Don't you dare take another step." she said. He took another step.

" I'll petrify you." she threatened again. He reached out for her waist, his left hand resting on her hip.

" Don't you even think about it." She said, not moving away, nor taking her eyes from Ron's.

It was then that Ron reached out to stroke her face, pausing slightly. If the eyes were the windows to the soul, then the only thing Hermione wanted was for him to do this.

At this moment, the entire group held their breath, watching as Ron reached out and kissed Hermione. But she didn't move, didn't react. It was as though Ron was kissing a doll. And after what seemed like an eternity, Ron seemed to realize this. He stopped, uncertainty once again present in his eyes.

Hermione stared back at him, almost indifferently; one would have to say. The both of them stood staring at each other, oblivious of the group who was still holding their breath. As Fred began to turn blue, Hermione reached out her hands to Ron's face and drew it to her. Almost touching his lips, she said clearly,

" You silly prat."

And kissed him.

If anyone has an opinion on whether I should continue or leave the rest to the reader's more capable imagination, pls let me know. The best things about posting a stories are all the nice flames : -(