A/N: I've decided to quit trying to make Harry and Ginny like they really are. I'm doing the best I can, truly. I'm more of an original character girl. I had a much easier time with my last fic. So after this chapter, and this is one of the last, no more Harry and Ginny. I don't think I'll write any more fics either. It's just not where I belong. There are those who are good at writing these things and adapting these characters, and there are those who are not. It is my belief that I fit in that second category. But like someone said, back in the beginning, it's hard to do justice to your own ship. It may have been my best friend. I have it on good authority (one of my reviewers) that I am having trouble with Ron and Hermione as well. So I'm afraid loves, this may be the last you all see of me. If anyone's too torn up about it, which I doubt. I bet I'm taking it the hardest. But siriusndharryluvrr, it's not your fault. And I thank you for the constructive criticism, I've been thinking for a while that maybe I'm not cut out for this.

Oh, and once again, I didn't have anyone here to read this before I posted, so keep that in mind.

At the end of the week, Hermione and Ron received word that they could go visit their friends in the infirmary. They anxiously went through their classes, hopeful that Harry and Ginny would not be permanently affected. They were careful all through the day to ensure that no one knew of their romance. They wanted keep it from everyone else as well.

"So we're in complete agreement," Ron said, "We're not mentioning us to anyone."

"Well of course Ron, I've been going along with it all week."

"Right."

His nerves were evident. He couldn't stop messing with his hair, he was constantly going over things in his head, and his hands were shaky. Hermione tried to calm him down.

"Honestly Ron, I'm sure they're fine."

"That's not what worries me."

"Well then what is it?"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up this secret."

"Well why does it matter? It is only a joke."

"Yes, but it's already hard. I want to tell everyone Hermione."

"So go tell everybody. You forget; this wasn't my idea. It makes no difference to me."

"Well, that makes me feel a bit better. But you still make me nervous." She grinned.

"Good, that's the way it should be," she said and kissed him quickly on the cheek. Luckily they were alone in the corridor. "Shall we?"

Ron put out his arm, and she took it, and they walked down to the door at the end of the corridor, not knowing what would be behind it.

When they opened the door, the afternoon sunlight nearly blinded them. Ginny was running about the room, and Harry was lying in bed reading The Quibbler. Closest to the door was Ginny, who stopped and looked at Ron and Hermione. Harry looked up at the sound of Ginny stopping, and his face broke out into a smile. He stood up and walked a little toward his friends.

"Harry!" Hermione squealed, ran over to him and hugged him tightly, "I'm so glad you're okay. You scared us."

"I'll say," interrupted Ron, who quickly shook Harry's hand, then pulled him into a hug. "Welcome back mate."

"Thanks," said Harry, "It's good to be back."

Hermione ran back to Ginny, and quickly embraced her as well.

"How are you?" She said, sounding a lot like a worried mother.

"I'm fine." Ginny replied. "Just a minor thing was all."

"Oh right. Ron was so upset about it. Poor sod thought it was all his fault. He's so conceited like that."

"Did you have another row?"

"Yeah, but we're pretty much over it now." Hermione inwardly grinned. This wasn't so hard.

"Over what?" Harry had walked over, with Ron right with him.

"They had another row," Ginny said casually.

"Well of course they did," Harry replied.

Ron and Hermione glanced at each other. Sharing the same thought, they quickly looked away.

"So," Ron broke the silence, "when do you guys get out?"

It was suppertime, and Ron and Hermione were getting sick of pretending. It was only the 6th day since what had passed in the common room at those early hours of the morning, and the longer it was, the harder they found it to be apart, and pretend.

"Ron, what do you say we get a head start on our Astronomy paper?"

"But I'm eating."

"So take some with you."

"Fine."

"If he only knew my plan" Hermione thought to herself, "he wouldn't be so annoyed with me."

Once they reached the common room, Hermione ran about the room checking for stray students. Then she sat down in the couch they had sat in a few days before. She patted the seat next to her, and Ron, still munching, took it.

"Why are we here again?"

"Honestly Ron…" Hermione trailed off and looked into his eyes. She took the hand that wasn't full of a napkinfull of whatever he brought up from the hall. He swallowed, and set the food down so he could hold her other hand.

"I've missed you," he said.

"Me too."

"It's hard."

"I know. But we don't have to keep it up. We really don't."

"I know."

"So why don't we stop then?"

Ever so slowly they had gotten closer on the couch, their knees were touching, and their bodies couldn't move any closer. Ron fixed this however, by pulling Hermione into his lap. She faced him now, eye to eye, and she leaned, and he leaned, and they stared at each other until their lips touched. Hermione felt a shock go through her, and in her brain she envisioned every fireworks display she'd ever seen, every bloom of color coming together in one big bang. He kissed her with a hunger, with a pent up passion that had been inside him since third year. With all the love he had. When they broke for air, Hermione leaned her head on his shoulder shivering from the sheer brilliance that had just taken place. It was something she'd been waiting for her whole life. There was no doubt in her mind that she'd never experience that feeling ever again. Even if she lived to be a thousand.

"I love you Ronald Weasley," she said, breathlessly.

"And I love you Hermione Granger."

The next day, Harry and Ginny were released, and Ron and Hermione, after the previous night's events were anxious to let their friends know about their newfound relationship. They all met for lunch down in the Great Hall between classes. Of course, this posed a problem, because the Great Hall was packed for lunch. The entire school must have been starving to death, because they were surely all there. The group took their places at the table: Hermione next to Ginny and across from Ron, and Harry across from Ginny. All through lunch, Ron and Hermione exchanged looks, but, since Harry and Ginny were doing the same, they didn't notice. To make things a bit more obvious, and since he was more than ready to reveal their secret, Ron put down his sandwich, and reached across the massive table to hold Hermione's hand. Just barely, their fingers were able to clasp, as the table was so large.

"God this is so frustrating!" Ron exclaimed. That broke Harry and Ginny out of their reverie. Ron let go of Hermione's hand, walked around the table, shooed his sister out of her seat, and took it. He then proceeded to kiss Hermione hard on the mouth. She responded by kissing him back just as hard if not harder. Her hands reached up around his neck, and she played with his hair. His hands proceeded to reach around her waist and he held her like a vice. After that heated display, Ron simply reached across the table and picked up his sandwich. He resumed eating, barely noticing Harry and Ginny's shocked stares.

"What?" He asked.

"What!" Ginny yelled. "What in the name of Merlin was that?"

"Well, Ginny, what do you think it was?"

"Did his face just happen to fall on yours?" Ginny asked, incredulously.

"Honestly Ginny, you know how we both felt about each other. While you were in the hospital wing, we were all each other had. Ron accidentally on purpose opened my locket, which revealed my feelings quite vividly. Later, he told me how he felt about me, and we've been hiding it since. We wanted you to be the first to know, and well it wasn't supposed to happen like that, but I suppose Ron got a little sick of waiting."

"I suppose." Was all Harry said.

"Gin, don't look at me like that."

"But so, you want us to be the first to know, yet you choose now, in a crowded room with the ENTIRE school to let us know?"

"Like I said, it wasn't supposed to be this way."

"I'd like to say something else," said Harry. "It's about time."

"He's right," chimed in Neville from next to Harry.

It seemed all of Gryffindor was in agreement.

A/N: You know, after writing that chapter, it seems like a good ending. I'm not sure. Tell me if I should write more or if it's good ending like this or, tell me whatever you want. My ears are open. Or, I suppose my eyes, as I will be reading your opinions. Oh well.