A/N: Hey Folks! Here it is – the one you have all been waiting for…the final ('sob') chapter of "Never Been Kissed" I know that most people know how the movie ends anyway so there wont be many surprises for you but I couldn't resist writing the chapter anyway! So enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Never been Kissed – I'm not smart enough basically haha!

"Never Been Kissed" – Chapter Four

Sorry I'm Late

Hermione had said it many times before over the years – but she had to say it again. The atmosphere at the Quidditch Stadium was electric! The tension of the ongoing war that had badly affected the school all year was unable to effect people's spirits at Quidditch matches, and Hermione thought that was amazing.

She was standing – or rather pacing nervously - on the player's entrance to the pitch. There were seas of colours all around her and in just a mater of minutes, she was going to walk to the centre of the pitch where her five minute countdown would begin. Every single pair of eyes would be on her and hopefully be supporting her (although she wasn't counting on much support from the Slytherins). Normally this would be something Hermione would NEVER have the guts to do…but the reasons behind it secured her confidence.

She jumped as she heard the door behind her click open, revealing Ginny.

"Hey Hermione," she said as she hugged her. "Wow you look gorgeous!"

"Really?" said Hermione. In her opinion she wasn't wearing anything special, although she obviously thought about how she wanted to look. She ended up going for a white gypsy-style beaded top with a plain denim skirt (not too short) and white slip on shoes. She also just added a hint of make-up just to highlight her features.

"Oh and you will never guess what…there are reporters from the daily prophet here!"

"WHAT!"

"Yes, I don't know who told them but something like this has never happened in Hogwarts before. I saw them coming out of Dumbledore's office a few minutes ago."

Hermione didn't know what to say about this. She wasn't really happy about the rest of the Wizarding World knowing about her non existent love-life she was unsure about how they would react when they found out that the boy was none other then Harry Potter; if possible she was now more nervous than ever.

"Brilliant," she said sarcastically.

"No it means that all these people care! They're all behind you!"

After an awkward pause Ginny began to speak again.

"I can't believe your doing this, your article was amazing!"

Hermione shook her head "You know Gin, I can't believe it either."

"Well if that article didn't make Harry finally realise how you feel then I'm sure that – "

"Whoa whoa wait a minute!" said Hermione. "What makes you think that it's about him?"

At that point Ginny began to laugh.

"Oh come off it Hermione! I've seen the way you look at him, and the way he looks at you - it's obvious!"

Hermione frowned at Ginny. "If you were any sharper Miss Weasley you would cut yourself!"

"Now your beginning to sound like my mum," said Ginny. "Anyway I'm away to get a good seat." She hugged Hermione tightly one last time. "Good luck honey! And enjoy your first kiss."

"I'll try," said Hermione.

As Ginny began to walk away Professor Dumbledore appeared alongside Professor McGonagall and Hagrid.

"Well Miss Granger," said Dumbledore. "The stadium is yours. Good luck."

"Thank you Professor," said Hermione

"Ye knock 'em dead Hermione," said Hagrid.

"Thanks Hagrid,"

Hermione turned to face the entrance to the pitch. She took a very deep breath and walked out.

For some reason Hermione was expecting there to be a stunned silence, or even mild chatter amongst the crowd, but there was an enormous cheer! She looked up and saw masses of red and yellow scarves and banners (with a very small section dedicated to Slytherin). From one corner the cheering was particularly loud and Hermione guessed that it was coming from the Gryffindors. She could almost make out the words "Go Hermione" being chanted between their cheers. Hermione was overwhelmed and by the time she reached the centre of the pitch her mouth began to feel dry. She swallowed hard and pointed her wand to her throat.

"Sonorous"

Her voice was now loud enough to echo through the entire stadium.

"Eh well hello everyone and can I first say thank you all for coming it mean a lot to me."

As she said that the crowd cheered and applauded yet again. When the noise began to die down she spoke again – this time more confidently.

"Well I don't want to keep you all waiting long for today's match so can I have five seconds on the clock please Professor McGonagall?"

Professor McGonagall, who had now made her way up to the teachers stand, shot purple sparks out of her wand. Those sparks formed two 5:00 signs above each set of posts for all to see and as soon as they were clear enough to read, they started to count down.

4:59

4:58

Hermione changed her voice back to normal and stood motionless. This was most definitely going to be the longest five minutes of Hermione's life. There was nothing left for her to do. It was all up to Harry now………..

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Meanwhile back at Hogwarts Ron came bursting out of the Gryffindor common room. He had slept in and as a member of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, he was expected to be at the changing rooms at least half an hour before the match started.

"Harry's gonna kill me," he said to himself.

As he reached the entrance hall, panting and out of breath, he noticed a large group of Slytherins emerge from the dungeons. They were all in fits of laughter so loud that Ron was able to make out what they were saying.

"That is SO pathetic!"

"Never been kissed!"

"Yeah but who would kiss Granger? A mudblood like her?"

"Yeah-"

"And she's expecting someone to kiss her today?"

"Fat chance!"

"Hey!" shouted Ron as he caught up with them. "You better think twice about talking about Hermione like that!"

"Yeah well she deserves it!" said one of the girls. "Her pathetic little stunt today will be a right laugh!"

"Yeah, are you her mystery man weasel?" said another, this time a boy.

"What are you on about?" he asked quickly. His temper was rising by the second.

"See for yourself weasel," said the boy as he thrust a newspaper into Ron's chest. Ron grabbed it off them and watched them walk outside, still laughing.

It didn't take Ron very long to see what they were on about. He stood frozen on the spot, reading Hermione's article.

"Bloody hell,"

Once he had finished he rolled up the paper and sprinted towards the stadium.

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1:19

1:18

Hermione's spirits began to fall greatly. As the time was wasting away in front of her, her mind began to fill with many doubts. Had Harry seen the article? Had he just not seen it or had he seen it but decided not to forgive her? Did he only think of her as a friend?

Hermione looked up and saw that the students were now also beginning to chat amongst themselves. Were they also wondering why nobody had shown up? Were they secretly laughing?

It was all becoming too much for Hermione to bear. Tears began to form in her eyes as she looked yet again at the timer.

0:31

0:30

0:29

"He's probably running late…yeah that's it…he's coming…he's coming…"

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Ron stumbled into the changing room, his face now redder than his hair. He was surprised to see Harry sitting reading what looked like notes on a piece of parchment.

"There you are! Whoa what happened to you?" asked Harry as he saw Ron's state of exhaustion.

"Slept in," gasped Ron as changed into his Quidditch robes in a mad rush. "Anyway I really should be saying what are you doing?"

"Just looking over some final tactics that I thought of last week," said Harry as he put the parchment back in his bag. As he did so, Ron noticed a copy of the school paper in his bag.

"Have you read the paper," said Ron suddenly. Harry frowned at him.

"No why? Anyway do you know what's going on on the pitch? The crowd seems to be really excited about this match don't they?"

"You idiot you really don't know do you?" said Ron.

Harry sighed. "Ron can you just tell me what you're on about…I'm not in the mood for guessing anymore."

Ron dived into Harry's bag and pulled out the paper. He handed it forcefully to Harry and made his way towards the door.

"Read it quickly," he said. "And please do the right thing."

Ron left leaving Harry feeling very confused.

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0:03

0:02

0:01

0:00

The two large timers disappeared and the stadium was almost silent (even in the Slytherin section).

Malfoy was grinning with glee.

"I knew it!" she said joyfully. "I mean who would want to love a mudblood like her?"

"Yeah," said Pansy Parkinson. She too was amused with the situation although very very deep down inside her she knew that she would never want something like that to happen to her…or any girl.

Hermione was completely devastated. Tears were now freely but silently falling down her face. Harry hadn't came…he didn't love her back...it was all over.

Hermione didn't know this but she wasn't the only one who was upset. The Gryffindors were speechless and a vast majority of the Gryffindor girls were in tears, including Ginny who was being comforted by Neville who was hugging her.

"It's just so wrong," she sobbed into Neville's shoulder.

Hermione could feel nearly every pair of eyes on her, like they were expecting her to do something. Hermione gave a weak smile and shrugged her shoulders, trying to cast it off as not important.

It was one of the most awkward moments of her life. She stood staring at the ground, wishing for it to swallow her whole.

But a sudden noise caught her attention. She whipped her head up to the Gryffindor stands to see them all gasping suddenly with Ginny, Ron and Neville clapping at the front. And in a matter of seconds, the whole crowd were in uproar. So she turned round to see what they were all looking at.

Harry was walking towards her. At first she didn't believe it…but he was smiling at her, it really was him!

No words were spoken between them; Hermione didn't even get a chance to apologise. Harry's walk tuned into a jog and as soon as they were close enough Harry wrapped his arms around Hermione and kissed her.

It was perfect. The crowd were cheering at a piercing volume and cameras were flashing madly by the teachers stand. But none of that mattered to Hermione. She was with Harry and he was kissing her. That was all she needed.

By far the Gryffindors were making the loudest noise. Ginny and Ron were leading on the cheers and by now their hands were pretty sore from clapping.

"I thought that was never going to happen," said Ginny.

"Yeah," said Ron as he started making his way through the crowd.

"Hey where are you going?" shouted Ginny.

Ron grinned mischievously.

"To find Luna,"

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When Hermione and Harry broke apart they were staring into each others eyes. Hermione giggled as Harry ran his fingers through her hair. Hermione opened her mouth to speak but Harry placed a finger over her mouth.

"Sorry I'm late," said Harry. "It took me forever to get here,"

Hermione smiled. "I know what you mean."

From there they both knew that they didn't need to say anything else. Instead Harry pulled her in for another kiss.

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A/N: Well that's it finished. I really enjoyed this fic – probably because I loved the movie! Anyway have a good summer everybody and don't forget to review. No flames please! Thank you!

Stephy xx