This is the LAST CHAPTER! I know, I'm so excited. This one is actually kinda long. Thank you to all my readers and reviewers. I really appreciate it. I will admit this has not been very good writing. Haha it hasn't been planned at all. Every time I started a new chapter I'd just write, and figure out what was gonna happen as I went along. But I hope y'all like the end! Thanks everyone. –Summer : )

Chapter 7 Only the Beginning

Ginny stood outside of Harry's door. Biting her lower lip, she contemplated the situation. It was very strange. She was about to say things that had remained unspoken for a very long time. She wondered if it was even possible to express nearly ten years' worth of feelings in just a few moments. A deep inward breath and then exhalation. She licked her lips then knocked on the door gently. She waited for what seemed an eternity then turned away. Just then, the door cracked open.

"Ginny?" Harry mumbled. He looked surprised.

"No, it's Ron. What do you think of my new look?"

"Very funny."

"Can I come in?"

Harry opened the door further and let her through. Ginny closed the door behind her.

"Harry…"

"Ginny…"

Ginny giggled. "Ok, Harry. I came here to tell you…that…um…"

"This is too complicated!" exclaimed Ginny with a grunt of exasperation.

Instead of finishing what she planned to say, she leaped at Harry. Her arms tight around his shoulders, she kissed his lips. Surprised, Harry's lips were frozen.

Ginny pulled away. Her cheeks blushed a rosy pink. "Ok, did I just embarrass myself? You're not kissing me back. I mean, did I…"

Before she could finish, Harry pulled her as close as possible and kissed her mouth hungrily. He slid his calloused palms up her slender smooth throat, the back of her neck, through her silky hair. He kissed her lips, her face, her throat. As he nipped gently at the base of her neck, Ginny gasped softly. Harry ran his mouth along her fair skin. As he pressed his lips to her freckles, he whispered, "Ginny, you are so beautiful." Ginny ran her fingers through his inky messy hair and, smiling, kissed his forehead.

"Harry, I love you."

Without hesitation, Harry replied.

"I love you too."

Harry lifted her to her feet. He laid her gently on his bed and ran his hands curiously over her body. Years of want expressed themselves through Harry's touch. The dainty material of her airy summer dress was flimsy and didn't hide much. He kissed her face.

"Is that door locked?" Ginny asked.

Surprised at her insinuation, Harry asked "Why?"

"Why do you think?"

"Ginny…It's ok...I'm not that conceited. I didn't expect it…not right away…I mean, not now..."

Ginny pulled her wand out from where it had been secured between her dress and belt. With a quick movement, the large oak dresser slid in front of the door.

"No one's getting in." she giggled.

She kissed his mouth greedily.

"Now is perfect." she whispered.

Hermione paced her room. Breathing deeply, she finally sat on her bed with a large, heavy book. She read as slowly as she had ever read, listening more than reading. Her ears were alert for any sound of Ron returning. After an hour, she couldn't take it anymore. She nervously ran her hands through her hair as she made her way downstairs. At the foot of the stairs, she ran smack into Ron.

Laughing, she said, "We always seem to be quite literally running into each other!"

"Yeah." Ron agreed simply.

Mona looped her arm around Ron's.

"Hermione." she said coolly.

'Oh, no. What do I do?' thought Hermione. 'I haven't made a plan. I never do anything without planning. Oh, no…'

Before letting herself think too much, Hermione snatched Mona's arm away from Ron. She pulled Ron close to her and kissed him. He felt so right against her, his lips were soft and warm, and he smelled woodsy. She ran her fingernails gently up the back of his neck. Her lips curled into a smile as he kissed her back, just as demanding.

Vaguely, Hermione could hear Mona clearing her throat impatiently. Finally, Hermione pulled away from Ron and looked at Mona.

"What?" she asked, annoyed.

At this, Mona rolled her eyes. "Ronnie, darling. I'm so sorry you had to go through that. That girl is so weird! Let's go. I believe we had plans."

Catching his breath, Ron laughed. Ignoring Mona, he turned back to Hermione. He kissed her again, more passionately than before. When he finished, he kissed her forehead sweetly. "Hermione, I love you so much. I always have."

"I love you." she whispered, her head on his shoulder.

Mona was still there, her arms crossed over her chest. She looked pissed.

Ron looked up at her. "You can go now."

Mona positively growled and stomped out the front door, slamming it behind her.

Hermione couldn't help it. She started laughing and couldn't stop. Ron laughed with her then suddenly lifted her up into his arms. He carried her up the stairs. When he got to his room, he threw her on the bed playfully.

'She's so beautiful with her eyes sparkling like that.' he thought.

He crawled on top of her and kissed her mouth. He trailed to her throat and then to her chest, just above the hem of her dress.

He pulled away and looked at her. "Hermione…I'm sorry about Mona…"

"No...It's ok…if I hadn't turned you away, you wouldn't have gone to her."

"It was just lunch…nothing happened…I just felt like…I should move on…I didn't think you'd ever want me."

"I'm just so happy you're mine." she told him. "…You are mine, right?"

"Forever and always." he replied. He smiled and kissed her hand gently.

Hermione laughed. "Good answer. For that, you get a treat."

She gently pulled her finger away from Ron, who had had his lips teasingly around her fingertip.

Hermione flipped Ron over and took control.

Ginny lay in bed, snuggled up to Harry's chest. She sighed contentedly, breathing in his scent. His scratchy voice broke the early morning silence.

"Ginny?"

"Yes, love."

"Whatever happened to Neville?"

"Oh." Ginny giggled. "Actually, after our date, he owled me. Apparently, he decided to see some girl he's liked for ages. She finally told him that she felt the same way. But I was happy for Neville. Besides, I was crazy about you, Harry. I have been ever since I saw you on Platform 9 and ¾ that day."

"I've been crazy about you for a long time too. But it seemed like you were always dating someone else."

Ginny seemed deep in thought. "Yeah, I suppose so. It was a distraction. I never thought you could feel the same way about me that I felt about you. So, I looked for a substitute. But, now, I have the real thing."

Ginny smiled and kissed his chest.

"Yeah, I'm really happy that…" Harry's voice trailed off as Ginny kissed his warm skin, from his chest to his flat stomach.

"Oh, you're gonna get me started again." he warned.

"Good." she whispered delightedly.

Hermione kissed Ron's neck sweetly. Finally, after several minutes of deep concentration and natural skill on Hermione's part, Ron awoke. He ran his fingers through Hermione's hair. Sighing happily, he kissed the top of her head.

"Morning, beautiful."

"Good morning." Hermione smiled at him.

"So…" Ron slipped his arm around her, holding her close. "Last night was…amazing…"

"Mmm-hmm…" Hermione agreed, her arm tight around him. She lay her head on his shoulder. She finally pulled herself away from his grasp and kissed his mouth. "How about a repeat?" she asked, grinning.

"Oh, you are just full of good ideas." he whispered back, pulling her hips close to his.

"Breakfast!" Molly yelled up the stairs. Fred and Angelina sat at the long dining table, their plates overflowing. Angelina piled her plate with more bacon.

Fred grabbed her wrist gently. "Baby, don't you think that's enough."

"Oh, hell no you didn't. I'm eating for two." She pulled her wrist free and got some more eggs.

Molly laughed. "It's what you get for trying to reason with a pregnant woman." she offered. "Especially about food."

Molly then turned back to the stairs. "The food is getting cold!"

In Ron's bed, Hermione stirred. She stretched then shook Ron gently. "I think your mum's calling for breakfast."

Ron groaned but got out of the bed. He walked over to his closet and brought back two robes. He gave one to Hermione and she pulled it on. It was too big and a bright yellow patterned with quaffles. Hermione giggled. Ron wore a red Chudley Cannons robe. They met Harry and Ginny in the hallway. Ginny was also wearing a robe of Harry's, dark blue with golden snitches. Hermione and Ginny bit their lips to hold back their grins and they all walked downstairs. When they sat down at the table, Molly settled into her chair.

"It's about time, darlings."

She seemed too preoccupied with serving breakfast to take much notice of their states of dress. Fred, however, was all too aware.

"Well, well, well." he whispered, a smirk on his face.

"Fred, shut up." mumbled Ron.

"No, I don't think—"

Before Fred could go on, Hermione hit him in the face with a spoonful of eggs. The whole table chorused in laughs.

Trying not to laugh, but failing terribly, Molly gasped, "Oh, it's been so great having all you kids home, but I just don't know what to do with you all."

At that moment, the family owl brought a letter, dropping it in front of Molly. She picked it up and tore it open. When she read it, she smiled.

"Well," she announced. "It seems George didn't waste too much time moping over our dear Mona."

"What's up, Mum?" asked Fred through a mouthful of sausage.

"He says he's engaged."

Ginny raised her eyebrows. "To whom?"

"Katie Bell."

Angelina actually looked up from her plate. "How wonderful! I've always hoped for them to realize they're meant for one another!"

Hermione and Ginny laughed. They had certainly been hearing that a lot lately.

"Maybe there will be some more engagement announcements soon." said Fred, winking at the other couples.

"Maybe..." said Ron thoughtfully.

"Yeah…" agreed Harry.

Ginny and Hermione looked at each other, grinning.

This was definitely the best summer ever. They had discovered their soul mates and once again grown close to their best friends.

El Fin.