To anyone who reads this… yes, it has been almost two years since I first started writing this. Explanation? Um, I was lazy. Crappy excuse, I know, but in my defense I started high school and I've been very busy. So here is the last part of my story, finally.
(I just wanted to say that I hadn't seen the movie One Fine Day when I wrote this, and the fact that the endings are really similar is purely coincidental.)
Epilogue
6 months later….
"Hermione?"
'darn it,' Hermione thought. She hastily wrapped a towel around herself and walked out of the bathroom to meet Harry.
Hermione cautiously opened the door. Harry was standing in the hall, looking very handsome yet awkward and holding a bouquet of flowers.
"You're early," Hermione said with a smile.
"Oh… uh, sorry," Harry replied. "I didn't mean to… I mean, you didn't have to…" His voice trailed off, and he refused to meet Hermione's eyes.
'He's too cute,' Hermione thought. She grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him into her apartment. "Don't be embarrassed, Harry," she said. "Just give me a few minutes."
Once Harry was comfortably settled on the couch, Hermione rushed back into the bathroom. She was so nervous that her hands shook as she tried to apply makeup. Hermione wanted to look her best tonight, the night she had decided to tell Harry that she loved him.
When Hermione finally emerged from the bathroom, Harry was completely sprawled out on the couch, his head and feet dangling over the edges.
"Come on, couch potato, I'm ready," Hermione said as she approached the couch from behind.
Harry did not respond. Hermione repeated herself in a louder voice, but still Harry remained motionless.
"Harry, we're going to lose our reservation!" Hermione exclaimed. She walked around to the other side of the couch and discovered that…
Harry was fast asleep.
Hermione laughed softly. She kicked off her high heels and gently laid herself down next to Harry. As she curled up against his warm body, she felt so complete, so happy, that she whispered in Harry's ear, "I love you."
Harry did not reply, but Hermione swore she saw a tiny smile on his lips. With a satisfied sigh, she closed her eyes and fell asleep, secure in the arms of the man she loved.
THE END
