Chapter Seven: Hermione's POV

"Hermione..." was all I heard as I ran out of the Great Hall as fast as I could. I ended up in the rose garden, my favorite place on the grounds. Tears were streaming down my face as I heard footsteps coming after me.

"Hermione," Ron said as he grabbed my arm. I turned around to face him. I couldn't look him in the eye, because of the pain, and shame of him seeing me like this. "I'm sorry."

"How...How could you kiss her?" I asked, still not able to stop the tear shed.

"Herm', I didn't kiss her. She kissed me. I swear, it stopped as soon as it started."

"Promise?" I looked up at him with sad eyes.

"Promise, you're the one I want. Hermione, I love you," he said softly, blushing fiercely.

I was so happy; I had to restrain myself from jumping up and down. "Oh, Ron, I love you, too."

He smiled sheepishly at me and pulled me towards him, until our bodies were touching. He tilted my head, his thumbs brushed against my cheeks, sending shivers up my spine, and brushed away my tears. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him softly, yet sweetly. We parted and looked into each other's eyes. He pulled me in again, only kissing me deeply and passionately this time. He put his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. His tongue parted my lips, and caressed my tongue. After a few minutes, I pulled away, breathless.

"Ronald Weasley! Where did you learn to kiss like that?"

"Well, I've had a lot of practice." He saw my look of disgust and quickly added, "Just kidding," and gave me one of those famous lop-sided grins. I couldn't help but smile brightly back at him.

He turned me around and pulled me into his arms. He rested his chin on my shoulder, and it felt so right. I closed my eyes for a moment, and when I opened them, I realized how beautiful the garden was. There were thousands of twinkling fairy lights spread all over the hundreds of rose bushes in the garden. We could still hear the music, due to the windows open. Glenda must have been on a break, because now, we could hear Jessica Simpson's "Take my Breath Away," one of my favorite songs. (I knew this song from living in the muggle world as well as the wizarding world. Jessica Simpson was one of my favorite artists'.)

"You know, I never told you that you look beautiful tonight." Ron whispered into my ear.

I smiled, turned my head, and kissed him. "Do you want to dance?" I asked, quietly.

"Sure," he replied.

He twirled me around to face him, and put his hands on my waist. I put my arms around his neck, and rested my head on his shoulder. I closed my eyes, breathed in his scent of cleanliness, which must be the soap he uses when he showers, but it smelt so good. I knew I would never forget that smell. I just let the music take me away.

Watching every motion In my foolish lover's game On this endless ocean Finally lovers know no shame Turning and returning To some secret place inside Watching in slow motion As you turn around as say

Take my breath away Take my breath away...

Harry's POV:

Ginny and I were dancing when we noticed a lot of noise coming from the other end of the dance floor. I saw Ron yelling at Hermione, and Hermione was running. 'What did that stupid git do?' I thought. I started to go after them when Ginny pulled me back.

"What are you doing? I was just going to see if she was alright." I told Ginny.

"Ron can take care of that, so you don't need to worry about it." Ginny reassured me. She was pretty good at that sort of thing. We continued to dance. I can't believe it took me seven years to realize my feelings for Ginny. Now, having her in my arms, I promised myself I would never let her get away. She was so beautiful in her robes.

"You know, Ginny, you look gorgeous tonight." I told her, gazing into her green eyes.

"Thanks, you don't look half bad yourself," she said, then smiled and gave me a peck on the cheek.

About twenty minutes late, Ginny and I were talking, sitting at the table when we saw Ron and Hermione come back into the Great Hall, hand in hand. They were both beaming, they were so happy.

"Aww..." Ginny whispered in my ear.

When they came over to the table, they informed everyone that they were, indeed an item.

"Well it took you long enough," Seamus said, cheerily.

"Definitely," agreed everyone else at the table, except Luna, who looked quite displeased.

Neville walked over to Luna and said, "Well, since our dates have decided to accompany each other, how about you accompanying me?"

"Oh, I suppose that would be fine," said Luna in a bored voice, very unlike her usual dreamy self.

I walked over to Ron, and slapped him on the shoulder. "Congratulations, mate, just remember, if you hurt her I'll have to hunt you down." I chuckled.

Then Ron replied, "Thanks, mate, but you need to have no worries. I don't intend on hurting her, I care for her too much. Hmm, who would've guessed Hermione fancied me, of all people?"

"Um, I did." I said.

"Me, too." Ginny piped up.

"Ah, I see, leave out on the one person who doesn't notice. Right?" They all laughed, and Hermione said, "You know, Ron, you can be quite daft sometimes."

A/N: Hope you liked the chapter. I'm currently working on chapter 8 as well as a GW/DM fic, so when that gets posted, I hope you check it out. Don't forget to review, please!