Disclaimer: JK Rowling should be praised for her wonderful work with Harry Potter. As such, it all belongs to her.
Author's note: With seven days to go I couldn't not have a final say. Here's a nothing plot ina hopeful prediction of what HBP might bring.
And also, I would like to express my deepest sympathies and most sincerest condolences for the victims of the London bombs yesterday, whether directly injured or now grieving the loss of a loved one. May you all find some peace and hope in your lives, and may the souls of those killed rest in peace.
I love you, Hermione.
"Whatever house I'm in I hope she's not in it."
He remembered the words he had said, the thoughts that had accompanied them. Well, of course he had a right to have thought them, she was terribly annoying back in those days.
"You've got dirt on your nose, by the way."
She couldn't believe that the man standing before her now was the same person that boy had been, so young, so small, so criminally unable to look after himself.
He remembered how he had groaned when the Sorting hat had placed her in Gryffindor, where he wanted to be. His interests were immediately torn, between what he wanted, and whether he could stand being with her for the next seven years.
Funny how those two things now coincided.
She smiled up at him as he twirled her around, her dress robes swishing out prettily around her. The rose coloured light filtering through the windows gave it all an ethereal feel – she felt like she was dreaming.
And though there were plenty of people around them, dancing just as they were, he felt as though they were the only two people in the room. In the world.
As the music climaxed and began to fade, he drew her back towards himself, and her arms snaked around his neck, and there was a sudden moment as their eyes locked in a single moment, and he realised the moment had come, the moment he had been waiting for since they had fought the troll together, and he had realised that she actually wasn't as terrible a person as he had thought.
As their lips met, they were unaware that they were being watched by the entire school. They didn't hear the giggles or the cheers from those around them. They didn't know that Seamus and Harry had won money from Dean and Neville, or that the teachers were pointedly turning a blind eye. They didn't notice that the music had stopped and that they were making a bit of a spectacle of themselves.
All they knew was that at last, he had found the courage to kiss her, and that she was kissing him back. All they knew was that when at last they parted, all she could see was his beautiful blue eyes, staring lovingly into his, and all she could hear were the four words she had always wanted to hear leave his lips, words that made her heart rejoice and her stomach clench in happiness.
"I love you, Hermione."
And that was all that needed to be said. That was all that could be said, for both knew exactly how the other was feeling.
Harry watched his two best friends start dancing again, and he wandered over to where Ginny was, also watching her brother and the love of his life.
"Well, Ginny," he said, smiling at how beautiful she looked in her dress robes, "I think your brother finally came through."
Ginny sniffled. Harry realised with some concern that she was crying.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
She made a face, wiped her tears, "They are just so perfect together. I hope that one day I might find someone like that."
Harry smiled, "I'm sure you will, Gin. Would you like to dance?"
Ginny glanced up at him, and smiled also.
"I would like that very much, Mr Potter."
And as the students of Hogwarts danced, as the music played and everyone ate and laughed and was merry, Hermione leant back once more and looked up at Ron.
"I love you too, Ron."
I know it was short, but please review and tell me what you thought. Lawwwren.