A/N: No waiting for the last chapter, because here it is!! Hope you like it, thanks for reading!

That night, the Weasley family celebrated the end of summer with a large family barbeque. Mr. Weasley was trying to figure out how to light the barbeque with marches, Charlie and Bill were there, each sporting a lovely girlfriend, Fred and George, up to mischief as always, were figuring out how to set of fireworks in the shapes of letters, Ginny and Hermione were helping out Mrs. Weasley cook other food (just incase Mr. Weasley couldn't get the barbeque started), and Harry and Ron were setting the table.

"So," said Harry, as he and Ron were setting down plates, "You told her, then?"

"Yes, I certainly did."

"So, I'm assuming that the outcome was good, considering you haven't knocked that goofy grin off of your face since this morning?"

Ron laughed. "Better than good, mate. It was amazing. Her hair smells really nice, too."

Harry smiled. "Well, best of luck to you two, from a best friend to a best friend."

Ron smiled back. "Thanks, Harry."

"But you do know that if you hurt her I'm going to kick your arse to London and back, right?"

"I wouldn't expect anything less." grinned Ron.

At that moment, Mrs. Weasley came bustling out of the kitchen into the back yard telling everyone to be seated. Ginny and Hermione both followed, carrying heaping amounts of food. After everyone was sitting, grace was said, and they tucked in to their meal. The chatter never stopped at the Weasley household, so everyone just joined in.

Mr. Weasley and Bill were discussing bank rates, Mrs. Weasley and Charlie's girlfriend, Sasha, were discussing how she and Charlie first met, Fred and George were busy spilling all of Bill's most embarrassing childhood memories to his girlfriend, Monique, Charlie, Harry, and Ron were arguing about how far the Chudley Cannons were going to get this year, and Hermione and Ginny were chatting about how fun the summer had been.

"Then Harry took me for a ride on his broomstick through the fields and he picked me a daisy…" Ginny was starting to tell Hermione, who had already heard this about three times already.

"Ginny, can I ask you a question?"

"Shoot."

"Are you and Harry, well, a thing."

"A what?"

"A thing, well, you know an item… a couple. Because you always talk about him."

"I do not talk about him all the time!" retorted Ginny.

"You do too."

"I certainly do not!"

"Oh my gosh Ginny, you talk about him nonstop sometimes."

"I do not talk about him nonstop sometimes!"

"What were you just telling me about?" asked Hermione, slyly.

Ginny blushed.

"Is that a yes?" asked Hermione, suspiciously.

"Well, I'm not sure. He snogged me once, really fast. Does that count?"

Hermione grinned eagerly. "Did you snog him back?"

Ginny blushed even a deeper red. "Maybe…" she mumbled.

Ron, who had taken a bite of pie and listening to both Charlie and Ginny's conversations, started choking.

"You," he sputtered as Harry clapped him over the back. "Snogged whom, oh dear sister of mine?"

Ginny blushed and looked at Harry, who was also turning crimson.

Ron turned to face Harry. "I'm not mad at you for not telling me, but I will let you know that if you hurt her, I'm going to kick your arse to London and back."

Harry smiled and Ron smiled. Then they cracked up.

Ginny and Hermione exchanged the look that says "And boys think that girls are weird?"

After dinner was cleaned up and everyone had chatted themselves into oblivion, Fred and George began their fireworks show. Harry, Ginny, Hermione and Ron were all on a blanket, snuggled up to their rightful snuggler (for lack of a better word).

The first firework shot up, reading "HAPPY END OF SUMMER." The second shot up reading "HAPPY HANUKKAH." From then on, it was the most hysterical fireworks display anyone had ever seen. Fred and George were scrambling to create sentences that made sense. Another firework shot up reading "KISS ME, I'M IRISH.", followed by more random words and phrases.

Ron turned to Hermione. "Lucky you," he said. "Guess what my background is?"

"Lithuanian?" Hermione jokingly replied.

"No," he said, pulling her closer. He grinned. "Irish."

Hermione smiled, and they kissed.

The kiss seemed to have lasted for about thirty seconds when Hermione heard Harry say, "Ron, you'd better um, have a look in the sky, mate."

Fred and George had sent up the last firework, reading:
RON AND HERMIONE ARE SNOGGING ON THE BLANKET.

Hermione and Ginny laughed while Ron got up and attempted to murder Fred and George with a garden hose.

Hermione turned to Ginny, who was red in the face from laughing. "I have a feeling that this is going to be one heck of a year."

A/N: Well, the end. I am sorry to those of you who wanted three chapters; it was too long to fit into just one, so I had to make it two. Thanks a lot for reading it, and leave me a little comment by reviewing! Thanks bunches!!