Disclaimer: Same as before. A/N At long last, an update! As I have said twice on my profile, I hate Spring Term, but school is out on Friday! YAY! Enjoy. By the way, this is the last chapter. I hope you have enjoyed this.

(Lysander and Hermia awake. Puck is high in a tree watching)

Lysander: Love, what doth make thy cheeks so pale? Dawns finger tips are vanished; what can make her return them? Though snow is beautiful, and I think you are whene'er I see you, but white becomes you not? Look not frightened, your Lysander is here.

Hermia: I trust you not. Yester night thou did forsake me. Wilt thou ever do that again?

Lysander: I know not what came over me last night. Some strange demon, methinks. Whate'er it was, the Lysander you love hath returned. I swear it; I swear on the river Styx, which thou must know mighty Zeus would not break. I swear on the mighty river that Lysander will ne'er leave you again. Good lord above, strike me dead if I should ever stray. Is my lady content?

Hermia: Your lady is content. (They kiss. Demetrius begins groaning in his sleep) They will wake soon. I knoweth that Helena likes to wake without an audience. Lets hence. (The two of them exit. Demetrius wakes up)

Demetrius: Good morrow, my – Where hast Hermia gone. Lady Helena, where hast thou come from? She sleeps. Did I not see Hermia when sleep blanketed me, and did I not send Helena hence? (Screams) Come hither, Lady Hermia! Thou art my incipient wife!

Helena: What morning crow calls so coldly?

Demetrius: Lady Helena, I – (Potion kicks in) I offer my apologies.

Helena: Accepted.

Demetrius: I also offer thee my hand in marriage.

Helena: I cannot accept this offer suddenly. For much time I hath loved thee with every corner of my bleeding heart and yet you throw me like a dishtowel. Why dost thou love me now?

Demetrius: The ways of men are murderous. They are smitten with appearance, and yet dig not deeper. I dreamed a dream last night. I dreamed that Hermia would betray me, and you would always stay with me. I choose you, Lady Helena. Hermia can stay with Lysander; no matter how hard I would try to make her happy, she would always be unhappy with her desire for him.

Helena: Then yes, my love, I will marry you. (Lysander and Hermia return)

Hermia: Am I no longer your incipient wife, dear Demetrius?

Demetrius: I take it you heard every word of that?

Hermia: Oh yea, former fiancée.

Helena: He is mine now.

Hermia: Dear, Helena, I meant no offence, of course he is. I will say no more.

Helena: Hermia! Are those hickeys upon your neck? (Hermia blushes and pulls up her collar)

Lysander: With all due respect to everyone here, but should we not return to Athens?

Demetrius: O excellent motion!

Helena: Fellows and Hermia, lets be gone. (They exit)

Puck: What fools these mortals be! So love struck, and yet so emotional. I am amazed and know not what to say. I bid all a good night!

I hope everyone enjoyed reading this story. I had a great time writing it. I have an idea for a sequel, but I won't do it if no one wants it because I have another idea for a completely different fic, and I don't want to do three at a time, because I'm a busy person. So let me know if I should do the sequel or the other story. Bye for now!