A/n: This is the final chapter in this story.This is the longest chapter, I believe, so enjoy.Let the SERIOUS fluffi-ness begin! :D

Chapter 6

Ron's head was spinning like crazy. He swayed and grabbed the wall for support. That.... what just happened.....

He laughed. Hermione loved him. She'd written it on her wall. She loved him. He laughed again, finding it difficult to contain any emotions. He felt lighter than air. He wanted to run down the hall yelling that she loved him, and that he loved her back. He started jumping and running, running and jumping down the hall and up the stairs. Where to go?

'I love Hermione and she loves me!'

He stopped suddenly. He'd have to tell her... he gulped. That was going to be extremely difficult. Although, he inwardly admitted, it was going to be a lot easier knowing her feelings.

He sighed, shrugged, and shoved his hands in his pockets. Should he rehearse a speech? He shook his head, but the grin on his face didn't fade. He felt too darn happy to stop grinning.

In no time at all, he'd reached the Fat Lady's portrait. Should he enter? Should he wait for her? Should he go to the library and wait there? Should he go find Harry and tell him what happened? He really didn't know. He settled for sitting on one of the couches just down the hall, designed for students waiting between classes or, like him, were bored on a day off.

Ron plopped down on the couch and sighed again, but he was still grinning.

Hermione loved him.

Hermione slipped out of the Myrtle's bathroom for the second time that day, but this time she left with very different emotions. Before, she'd been fighting to hold back further tears, her and Ron's argument fresh in her mind. This time, she was leaving with a permanent smile that not even someone like Draco Malfoy or Professor Snape could wipe away.

Ron loved her. He loved her! She was elated. She twirled and giggled. She just couldn't stop repeating it in her head. Her dreams had come true!

'He loves me... he loves me.... he loves me!!!!'

Where was he right now? She could just imagine.... his head leaning on his hand.... he was grunting about the fight..... she this... she that...... then she'd come in.... Ron, I'm so sorry... she'd say.... then she'd kiss him....and he'd be stunned..... and she'd say I love you with all my heart..... and he'd say.....

She turned the corner, still buried in her fantasy, and was startled to see Ron sitting on the couch in the hallway on the way to the Fat Lady's portrait. She stopped and her throat clutched. It was always so much easier in her head.

He looked up and then jumped up as if he'd been scalded. "I...er...hi....Her-her-her......" he stopped stuttering and offered a sheepish grin and a little wave as his cheeks turned red.

She felt her own cheeks flare up and she took some timid steps toward him. "H-h-hi....R-ron....." she half-smiled back.

Ron cleared his throat and closed the gap between them. "I have - well, I mean, I'm glad you're here. I needed to talk to you."

Hermione's pulse quickened for no reason in particular. He was close enough that if she reached out, she could touch his arm. "Me too."

They were quiet, each waiting for the other to go first. Neither did, and then both did.

"Well I was - "

"I really - "

Again they stopped, their faces red, and they chuckled nervously. Ron uncomfortably kicked at the ground. "You first." he said quietly.

"No you go ahead." Hermione insisted.

"No, you." Ron countered.

Their stubbornness was showing through, and Hermione decided for once that she'd be the first to give in.

"Ok." she whispered, then shut her eyes to gather herself. She took a deep breath that unexpectedly shook when she inhaled. She slowly opened her eyes and Ron looked concerned.

"You ok?" he asked.

She didn't answer, but took his hands. He looked pleasantly startled. "Ron," she swallowed again, and look straight into his deep brown eyes. Just say you love him... just say it..... "I l......." Just say it! "I........" Another deep breath. "I........."

She couldn't say it. It was frozen on her tongue. What if Ginny was wrong? Misinformed? What if Ron actually hadn't told Ginny, but she was just saying that because she knew how Hermione felt and she wanted to see them together?

Ron shook his head and said, "Obviously what you have to say is important, but what I have to say is too. Maybe if I go first it'll be easier for you to say what you're going to say?" Ron could see only two sides to this theory. Either she was trying to say what he was going to, and it was all going to be wonderful and great, or she was going to tell him something like, 'I'm tired of fighting with you Ron, I used to love you, but now I love Harry....'

Hermione gulped and nodded.

This time Ron took a deep breath to calm himself down. 'No hesitating like the coward everyone thinks you are. Just say it. Show Hermione how you feel, right here, right now.'

"Hermione, I love you and that's all there is to it. Even if you don't love me, and you're about to tell me that you and Harry eloped or something, I'll still love you. I'll love you 'till the day I die and no one will be able to change that." Then on spur of the moment, he leaned in and kissed her.

Hermione knew he loved her. Ginny had told her that, only moments - or hours, she had no idea - before. So why was it such a shock to her system to hear it from Ron's mouth? She didn't have an answer to that. She only hoped her kiss spoke for her.

The kiss was magnificent. They lit of the hallway with the love that had been waiting to be unleashed. As far as the pair were concerned, they were the only two on the planet.

Finally the kiss ended, and they pulled away, breathless.

Ron didn't give her a chance to speak. "Hermione, there's something else I have to tell you. Fred, George and Lee - the gits - threw me into Myrtle's bathroom today" - Hermione paled, and Ron had second thoughts about telling her this story, even though he knew it was fair for her to know - "and yes, that stall." He paused, giving her some time to internalize this information.

Hermione gulped and began to tremble. He saw? He read what she wrote? He knew how she felt? She wanted to take a step back, regroup.... he was Rhona???

He seemed to read her mind. "Yes, I was Rhona." his cheeks flushed. "I didn't know how else to get out of that situation! You have to understand...."

She did take a step back, and let go his hands. She didn't know what to do. He loved her, she loved him, he'd told her, but she felt suddenly wide open. Extremely vulnerable. Her heart was in that stall, written across the walls in the form of songs and verses.

Ron's shoulders slumped. He supposed this is how she ought to react... he should've started with the part about the bathroom, and saved the love speech for later, when she wasn't trying to sort her emotions out.

She shut her eyes, and her mind was chaos. A million different things were screaming at her, and she couldn't hear just one. But she could hear her heart. I love you Ron..... I love Ron...... I want to be with Ron forever..... I want to grow old with Ron..... I wanted to walk down the street and announce that I am Mrs. Ron Weasley...... I love Ron......

Finally, it was enough. She opened her eyes, and the voices and thoughts quieted immediately.

"And I love you." That was all she said, and she smiled.

Ron had never seen a more beautiful smile. "But the bathroom - "

She came back close to him and put her finger over his lips. "Is over." They kissed another glorious kiss. To think, that their first kiss and second kiss was in a time frame of about 10 minutes....

When they pulled apart for the second time, she said what her heart had been saying all along. "I want to be Mrs. Ron Weasley, and grow old with you. I'll love you forever and ever."

Ron grinned and held Hermione close. "Amen."

THE END

A/n: sigh And there you have it. Another cheesy, fluffy Ron/Hermione (but that's the best kind! lol). So review this thing, let me know what you thought, (no swearing please) and make sure you check out my bio regularly so you know what's going on. I update it very often to keep my reviewers up to date with me. Anyways, before I fall out of this chair fast asleep, good night to you all and the next spare moment I get shall be devoted to updating my already up fics. So yawn that takes like 5 full minutes to stop ya. 'Nite.