Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, just the plot.

A/N: Hello again! Here it is. The final chapter. Can you believe it? I can't. I'm so sorry for the really slow update! I went to Kentucky and didn't get home till today. So, yeah. Well, I'm desperately missing a boy back in Indiana, one who went on the trip with us, so I'm going to dedicate this chapter to you R.J. I miss you.

Sara and her Pinkys: I'm sorry I made you almost cry! But I'm glad Ron redeemed himself. And there will be an epilogue.

Kirstie232: I'm glad you liked the chapter, it was my longest one, which is really sad. Haha! Hopefully you like this one just as much!

PhoenixWings13: Well, from what you said, I'm afraid I couldn't understand if you like Simple Plan or not. If you don't, then trust me, I like Simple Plan, but that wasn't the sole reason I used their song. I used it because I thought it would fit the situation. And I'm also afraid I don't understand what you mean about being mean to Ron. Sorry!

Previously:

"You deserved it! Why did you try to kill Paul!"

"It's a GUITAR! WHY ARE YOU SO OBSESSED WITH IT ANYWAY? WERE YOU PLANNING A HATE SONG ABOUT ME THE WHOLE TIME!"

"NO! IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS WHAT I HAD ORIGINALLY PLANNED!"

"WHAT, WAS IT A LOVE SONG TO FLUER?" Hermione taunted.

Ron's face was about as red as his hair by now, and even though he was about four inches from Hermione's face, he retorted, "NO! IT WAS ABOUT YOU! IS IT A CRIME TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT THE PERSON YOU LOVE!"

"What?" Hermione whispered, so close to Ron's face, not daring to believe what just happened wasn't a desirously happy dream.

Ron seemed to think the exact opposite. He had a look of horror on his face, as though hoping with his full soul that what had come out of his mouth was not a horrible night-mare.

"Oh, uh, nothing...never mind..." and he began to bustle away, attempting to get away from Hermione as fast as possible.

"Wait!" Hermione shouted, running after Ron, her robes billowing after her. Ron paused, as though contemplating whether to heed her command or make a run for it. He decided the former as Hermione caught up with him, hesitantly touching his arm and slowly swinging him around to face her.

"What did you say?" she whispered again, looking into his eyes as though searching for the answer, and her hands resting on his forearms.

Ron sighed, and lifted his hand away from Hermione. She cringed, as though he planned on hurting her. Ron shook his head and ran his hand through his hair.

"Hermione, I have a confession to make..." Ron mumbled, looking any where but at Hermione as her grip tightened on his once-again grasped arms.

"Yes?" she asked, hopefully.

"I...", Ron gulped a large breath of air, "I love you."

The room filled with silence as Hermione quickly let go of Ron and placed her hands over her mouth. Tears were forming in her eyes, and she backed away from Ron, shaking her head.

"Hermione, please, I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"Ron began.

"Ronald Bilious Weasly!" she cried, "How long have you felt this way? I have waited three years to hear you say that!" Ron cracked a beautiful lop-sided grin, as Hermione rushed to Ron's side, jumping into Ron's arms.

Ron caught her, holding her to him as she straddled his middle, her arms tightly around his neck.

"I love you Hermione. I have always, and will always love you!"

Hermione lifted her head, and said softly, "I love you too, Ron."

Looking into each others eyes, Ron slowly closed the distance between them, their lips meeting in a soft, but very meaningful kiss.

A little to the right, a door cracked open slightly, and three heads poked in.

Professor McGonagle smiled discreetly, and said," Mr. Potter, Ms. Weasly, I believe you owe me 5 galleons each." The addressed teens emptied their pockets, grumbling.

"Thank you." and with that, the prim and proper Professor briskly left.

"Beat by our own Professor. Why do Ron and Hermione have to be such gosh dang mysteries?" Harry muttered.

"Who knows, but at least they're finally together." Ginny replied, a small smile creeping onto her face.

The two lovers were now docile, simply sitting in front of the warm fire, enjoying each others company. Ron's large hand was covering Hermione's considerably smaller one, as she leaned into Ron, sighing contentedly.

"Well, Hermione, I say this turned out to be one of the best days in my life." Ron rumbled, looking down at the sleepy Hermione.

"Yep." she said, yawning, "One of my best presents ever..."

"A musical gift to you, my love."

A/N: There it is! I hope you all liked it, but there will be an epilogue, so don't leave quite yet! Have a happy, happy day!