A/N: The final installment in the LTR series! I'm glad you've stuck through all this; I hope it appeases you.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, J.K. Rowling does.
Hermione awoke, seeing nothing but white.
"No, I can't be dead, I don't want to die, I changed my mind!" her thoughts raced, as she moved around uneasily. She eventually realized she was staring into her pillow, and sat up.
"Oh," She said, looking around. "Wh-where am I? What's going on?"
"Poor dear, you're in the Hospital Wing! You received a nasty few cuts from a haunted mirror. I swear, Peeves is behind this somehow," Madame Pomfrey trailed off, a scowl on her face. "One of these days, he's going to seriously hurt someone! Now, take these." She handed Hermione a thick orange potion with some numerous pills.
"You're very lucky though, a nice boy brought you here, one of the Weasleys, I daresay. He was terribly worried and kept trying to stay but it was past visiting hours. That reminds me, he left you this," Madame Pomfrey gave her a small, folded-up bit of parchment. "Drink up your potion, dear."
Hermione was shaking, but she opened the letter, tears in her eyes.
Hermione,
You're beautiful. I can't begin to tell you how lovely you really are. You are the smartest, most wonderful person I've ever known. You're nothing less than an angel. I can't believe the world almost lost its most astounding creature. If ever again you doubt this life, that you aren't wanted, take comfort in knowing that I do. I love you. And last night I was so scared that I was going to lose you forever. I'm sorry for everything I've done to you, all the fights we've had. I didn't mean for it to ever hurt you. Please forgive me, for never saying this before.
Love,
Ron
She looked over the note several times. Then, she folded it back up, and placed it close to her heart. Through her tears, she smiled for the first time in a long while. ...The Next Day... Madame Pomfrey roused Hermione to wake up, and gave her another dosage of the medication.
"You're free to go whenever you wish, dear," she said with a smile.
"Madame Pomfrey," Hermione asked, ashamed, "about what happened, I think I need help."
"Don't be silly, that mirror was taken care of. It was actually under a spell of some sorts, from years ago. It was just never cleaned properly, I suppose," she explained.
"Oh, well, thank you anyway," replied Hermione shakily. "I can get over this myself, I'm independent, I don't need anyone's help," she thought.
She took her potion and pills, and was off into the halls of Hogwarts once more.
.......
Hermione climbed the many staircases, her mind racing.
"I have no need to do...that...again, I'm fine, I'm perfectly fine."
She finally reached the Fat Lady's Portrait.
"Ah, there you are, sweetie, password?" asked the painting.
"Ferra Ama," she whispered.
She quietly walked into the common room, her arms neatly covered with bandages. She scanned the room, but there was no sign of Ron.
Harry spotted her first, and immediately gave her a hug, taking pains not to hurt her any further.
"You're alright! Guys, she's okay!" she shouted gleefully.
Her fellow Gryffindors swarmed around her, welcoming her back.
"How's your arm?"
"Did the mirror bite? Or did it turn into a snake, that's what Colin said!"
"Can I sign your cast?"
"Wow, how'd you break the spell?"
She laughed hollowly, going along with this possessed mirror tale.
"I wish it was only a tale...but no one will know."
After the crowd seemed satiated with her answers and her bandages could hold no more signatures, they let her be.
"Goodnight, Harry," Hermione tiredly said.
"G'night," he replied, "sleep well."
She walked up the staircase, alone, and headed towards the left.
........
Ron sat on his bed, staring at the floor. A single lamp lit up the boys' dormitory. There was a light knocking on the door.
"Come in," he called, his voice empty and dreary. He hadn't slept properly since he saw her; her hands were shaking.
"Ron, is that you?" asked a small, humble girl.
She walked in, closing the door behind her.
"Hermione! Oh thank God you're alive," he said, immediately going up to her. The life flowed back into him, his face lit up with a smile.
She leaned in and brushed her lips against his.
"No...thank you."
Ron stood, dumfounded.
"I love you, too," she whispered.
She kissed him again tenderly. Ron eagerly kissed her back, his tongue asking for entry. She let him, and it was heaven in his arms. She moaned softly in his mouth as he brushed up against her, her back to the door. She wrapped her arms around him, bringing him closer to her. He broke for air, and then began caressing her neck with his lips. She shuddered under him, whimpering to go on.
He pressed his hips harder into her. She gasped and held onto him tighter. His lips greeted hers once more, each embrace an unwritten love song. They moved together so gracefully, their hearts pounding. She was dying for his touch as she began to discover her new lover's body.
Seamus flung open the door, "God, am I tired!"
"Ow!" Ron and Hermione cried.
"Watch what you're doing, Finnigan!" Ron yelled, rather angry that he was disrupted.
"Oh, sorry 'bout that, mate,"
Seamus, Dean, Neville, and Harry piled into the room, continuing their discussion on which Quidditch player was the sexiest.
"No, Neville. For the last time, we're not counting Brian Bell!" Harry laughed.
Hermione ran a nervous hand through her hair, blushing, "I better go."
"Yeah," Ron sadly admitted. "Goodnight, love you," he smiled, holding onto her hand.
"G'night, love you, too," she grinned, giving him one last kiss, and then she disappeared into the hall.
...Later that Night...
Hermione climbed into her bed, a satisfied smile on her face. She lay down, staring at the dark ceiling. In the weak light of her wand, she read over his note. As she finished, her heart fluttered in her chest, and she couldn't be happier. She tucked the note away in her drawer, and laid back.
"This amazing emotion," Hermione thought," God, this feeling called love...it's to die for."
FIN.
A/N: Well, that's it! Hope the ending isn't too cheesy for you. Please r&r!