Yes, I'm back from the dead, otherwise known as end-of-the-year/ summer vacation. Sorry about the wait, but it was sooooo much easier to write when they weren't together yet, but when I neared the end of this chapter I somehow found some inspiration, hope you like it. Also sorry about the time jump, once again, summer rocks. Thanks for everyone who reviewed last chapter and those who, despite my... ahem... vacation, will review this chapter. Please read and review!

When they had come back into the common room holding hands everyone looked at them amazed, Ron the most.

"Woah, you're already back together?" he asked them, lifting an eyebrow.

They laughed a little then Harry replied.

"Yeah, already."

"After a whole day." Ron said sarcastically.

He grinned.

"Well I'm glad you're back together, you guys looked miserable without each other." He told them, truthfully.

"Me and the guys were trying to cheer him up, but you should have seen him, he just stormed off!" Seamus explained to Hermione, waving his hands around, as if this were crazy.

"But I guess he went off to make up with you, huh?" he finished, winking at her.

"You call that 'cheering up'? Or maybe I should tell the girls some of the conversation topics?" Harry frowned at him.

Both Seamus and Dean stiffened up at this sentence, with many Griffindor girls looking their way, since Harry had not specified what 'girls'.

"I bet you two want to be left alone, we'll be off to the library, lots of homework and whatnot." Dean said quickly before they hastily ducked out of the room.

Hermione looked up at him questioningly and Harry grinned.

"How about a walk outside? I'll tell you all about it."

The next few months were blissful, no more faking, still some fighting, but they were still together come time for exams. Hermione, Ron, and Harry were all studying Potions together when a thought hit Ron.

"You two are in love aren't you?" he asked them, as if this was breaking news.

Harry and Hermione both put down their copies of Potions theory. Then the pair in question looked at each other, smiling, finally turning back to Ron with their answer.

"Yes, we are."

"I knew it, ever since you made up you have been acting more like a couple. Before I thought that maybe it was just because you weren't stuck together all the time, but now I know, you're in love!" he exclaimed.

Harry frowned at his yelling.

"You're acting as if this isn't good news."

"Hell no, it isn't, your love will blind you to me, and you won't hang out with me anymore. Then, you'll run away from Hogwart's to get married, forgetting all about me!" Ron raved.

"I think you've been eating too many fizzing whizbees, they scramble your brain." Harry scorned him.

Ron was about to open his mouth in protest but Hermione stopped him.

"Ron, first of all, we won't abandon you, we haven't yet and we've been in love since Christmas." She explained.

"But-" he started again.

"Second of all, I don't think that you believe I would leave school without graduating first."

"And thirdly, we're only sixteen, how in the world are we going to get married?" She finished.

"Oh, so you've thought about it..." Ron pointed out, rather meekly.

"Ron, I think I've made my point." She finished, turning back to Potions theory.

"I don't think you're worried at all. You just want to slack from Potions homework and fail your exam, like last year." Harry speculated.

Ron pointed his nose up indignantly.

"It's not like I failed the whole course, just the exam..."

"I think both of you will fail unless you go back to studying." Hermione said, sounding almost threatening.

Harry smiled and went back to studying. The answers to why some certain potions would work and why some wouldn't were starting to come easier to him. Maybe Hermione's scholarly aptitude was rubbing off on him. As his mind drifted into these thoughts, she scolded him and his eyes went back to the textbook. Or more likely it was because she was forcing him to study. So romantic, a story for the children.

"Ha, this is a story for the kids. 'In my sixth year, thanks to your mother's slave driving, I was able to pass potions with flying colours!'" He laughed.

"So we're having kids now?" Hermione asked.

He nodded.

"Yeah, twelve girls and twelve boys."

She lifted her eyebrows at the count.

"Only twenty four children will do for you then?"

"No more, no less. Of course I'll have a microphone to tell all of them about your slave driving." He added.

Ron looked bewildered.

"Micro... phone? Like small?" He asked, confused.

"It's something to make your voice louder, kind of like a sonorus spell." Harry explained.

"Then I'll have to explain to the children that without my 'slave driving' you would laze around Griffindor tower, trying to convince me to go for a walk with you that will, consequently last two hours." Hermione said.

"Come on, it was only once, and you needed the break. You were all tense... like this." He said, massaging her shoulders.

She sighed as he massaged her shoulders. They were interrupted by someone clearing their throat loudly, Ron, looking quite reproachful.

"Sorry, mate." Harry apologised.

"You guys can do that when I'm gone." Ron told them.

"What? I thought the plan was to study together until supper?" Hermione asked, unsure now.

He looked at his friends, hesitance in his eyes.

"Well... I forgot that I had made plans with someone else..." He said, ears reddening.

Harry read through Ron's hesitance at once.

"Who's the lucky girl?" He asked.

Ron looked at him, surprised he had guessed.

"Well... uh, Harry I hope you're not..." Ron stopped in mid-sentence as someone wrapped their arms around him from behind.

Cho lightly kissed Ron's neck.

"You ready to go?" She asked him, peering over to Harry and Hermione.

She smiled.
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