(A/n: I reeeeeealy should not be updating right now. Its almost midnight and I promised my girlfriend that I would not be up this late, but here I am, cramming. It's already a day late and it needs to be posted, so I can rid myself of OTHER plot bunnies. Here it is the long awaited final chapter. Oh, and it is supposed to be a bit comical, because it started so damn angst ridden!)

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Chapter Six

Ron ventured into the house. He called a "Hi mum" over his shoulder as he made his way to the stairs. Harry was coming down the stairs as Ron was going up. The paused and looked at one another for a moment. Harry scratched the back of his neck nervously. Ron avoided looking at Harry.

"Look mate," Harry began cautiously, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

Ron sighed, "I know."

They stood awkwardly for another moment, before Harry spoke again. "She wanted me to go and get you. She said she wanted to talk to you a bit. You know, try and explain things in a less aggressive manner."

"Yeah, I figured as much. Hermione isn't one for confrontation," he paused and thought. "That's probably why she didn't say anything right off. I feel like an arse about this whole thing."

"I hate to tell you this, but you were an arse." The emerald eyed wizard wondered if his comment was offensive.

Ron was quiet. He raked his fingers through his messy hair. "I really was, and that's why I was going upstairs. I was going to apologize." He sighed again and motioned to go past the dark haired boy.

Harry's hand gripped Ron's shoulder. "Why do you smell like that Ron?" he asked accusingly.

"We'll talk later, okay?" the red head called as he pushed past.

Finally he got to where he intended to go. He knocked on the door and his female mirror image looked at him square in the eyes. She was obviously still upset. He looked down at her bandaged arm that was holding the door open. She noticed his stare and pulled her arm back. "Get a nice look?" she asked hotly.

"I-- Ginny--" he sputtered before she brushed past him. He sighed for, what felt like, the hundredth time and walked into the room where Hermione was waiting.

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Ginny went to her room and grabbed a long sleeved shirt, so her mother wouldn't question her linen wrapped arms. She headed down to the kitchen, from witch the smell of cookies wafted. When she walked in she saw Harry at the stove. He was wearing her mother's pink cooking apron.

"What the heck?" she said with a giggle. "Harry James Potter! I know you're gay, but this is taking it too far." She erupted with laughter.

The raven haired boy stood with his hands on his hips, with a mock-stern look on his face. "Ginerva Caitlyn Weasley, don't you take that tone with me." Then they both began laughing. A buzzer sounded. "Oh," Harry cried after a moment, "the cookies!" He unloaded the sheets from the oven and used a spatula to get them off. After he put them in a place to cool, the two of them headed outside to sit on the porch.

"I hope everything can go back to normal. I mean, they can be friends again." She sat with her chin resting on her palm.

"Anything is better than what happened this morning. I was about to punch him square in the face. I mean, I love they guy like a brother, but when I heard you scream," he paused. "I felt how he should have felt when those boys broke your heart."

She had a confused look on her face, "Harry, sometimes I just don't get you." She smiled and shook her head.

"You know the big brother instinct? It's the need to be overprotective of your younger siblings specifically your little sister." He smiled and elbowed her.

"You've been more of a brother than her has," she gave a small laugh, "but that's probably because he's my brother. Anyway, thanks for everything Harry."

He gave a hearty laugh, "What are big brothers for?" He put his arm around her.

"What's all this?" bellowed the distinctive voice, of none other than, Ronald Weasley. "Not another one making eyes at my sister. Bloody bastard, Harry, you of all people should know to lay off!" He grinned at his own joke. Hermione, who followed close behind him, sniggered a little and pushed him playfully.

Ginny stood up and smoothed her shirt, "I think I can take care of my self brother dearest. What would I want from Harry, anyway? --No offence to you, mate." A quick none taken was heard from Harry. "Besides," Hermione walked up next to Ginny and wrapped her arms around the taller girl's torso, "it looks like my hands are already full."

Ron grimaced, "I do NOT need to know about your sex life, thank you very much!"

"Well," started Hermione in her matter-of-fact-I'm-the-smartest-girl-in-Hogwarts tone, "no one said anything about our sex life, but now that you mention it--"

"No, please," said Ron. "Just because I'm not mad at you does not mean I'm going to be okay with this right away. I suppose I can get used to you girls, but it will take a while. Thank the heavens it's not Harry." He laughed. No one else joined in. "What?"

Harry patted Ron on the back, "It seems as if I fancy the cock, Ron, ol' boy."

The girls laughed behind their hands and walked away. Harry would need time to talk things out with Ron. Probably leaving any mention of Harry's crush, "THE DRAGON" as Harry referred to him, out of the conversation. If Harry told him that he wanted to jump Malfoy's bones, Ron would have gone into shock and swallowed his tongue.

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The pair of young women entered the kitchen and grabbed a couple of cookies. They walked slowly up the stairs, so their cookies would be consumed but the time they reached Ginny's room. Bite by bite the cookies disappeared. Ginny tingled with anticipation as they reached the hallway. Hermione was deliberately minimizing contact, teasing. She nonchalantly let their shoulders rub and licked her lips sensuously, without so much as a glance at her young lover. Slowly they crept upon their room. Once inside Hermione shut the door and walked to the red headed girl sitting on the bed.

Ginny shifted uneasily.

"What?" questioned the brunette. Her eyes were hazy and hooded with lust. "You look so nervous." She took purposeful strides. She made a faux shocked face, "Is my pretty girl horny? Well, how did that happen?" She placed one knee on either side of Ginny's legs and wrapped her arms loosely around the taller girl's shoulders.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Ginny said, playing along.

"You don't?" Hermione pushed Gin's back to he bed and pushed past the waistband of the jeans the red head was wearing. She toyed with the hem of the panties near the thigh and put one finger under that final layer. She swept across the area. Ginny took a sharp intake of breath. "You're wet," Hermione grinned.

"So?" Ginny pulled Hermione down and kissed her hard.

Their tongues mingled and teeth bit down softly upon pink lips. Hands roved, except for the one that was in the younger girl's pants, it was busy. Ginny's hips moved rhythmically with Hermione's strokes. Her heart beat harder and faster. Her breathing was in deep pants and her cheeks flushed. "Oh gods," she moaned. Then she bit her lip to suppress a moan as she shuddered against Hermione's hand.

Hermione curled next to the gasping girl. Petting her hair and crooning quietly. After a few minutes Ginny was still in a daze. "Did you like that?" asked Hermione, in soothing tones. Ginny just nodded her reply and smiled.

The girls spent the afternoon in bed, drifting in and out of sleep. Well, Ginny slept. They were cuddled cozy together. Every now and then Hermione would prop herself up on her elbow and watch her beloved sleep. She petted the red hair and traced the random scars peeking out on the other belly, the gap between her jeans and shirt. It was quiet and warm. When Ginny finally woke up she murmured, "I love you," and smiled.

"I love you too," said Hermione. "And no one can ever take that away from us."

Ginny continued her smile, which now was an elated grin. "I don't have anything to be sad about anymore. I have you, and that's all the happiness in the world," she paused. "You were right, as always. I did need to be saved."

They rubbed noses together, Eskimo style.

There was a knock at the door. "You better be decent!" Harry called, "It's time for dinner! Oh, and THE DRAGON is here, so hurry up!"

The girls laughed and climbed out of bed and hurried to dinner.

(A/n: If you are reading this take a look at this picture. It's a photo taken by Allison Inge, but I doubt any of you know who she is. Anyway, copy paste it into the url bar or click the link if its there. Sorry I haven't updated! I've been overly busy with school and life. Thank you all of my reviewers, this story has been fun and well worth my time because of you! Sorry Meg and Hannah for updating late, but you biaches need to review me! Oh and Kitty, I love you! Did you spot the parts about you? Huh?)

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Jezebel Malice, The Shameless Tease