Post HBP-Version.. the end to go with: Clearly this is the way to go.. version of Part 13... Unbetaed.

Part 14-Outloud, with words.

Harry decided, after being urged by the pair of Ron Weasley and Remus Lupin, that he had to do it. And the sooner the better.

The evening of the day of Harry's talk with Remus Lupin:

"Hermione, if you ever got married, who would you pick as bridesmaids?"

"Oh, gee.. I don't know.. Tonks and damn! No clue. I don't have many female freinds as you rightly know.."

"Pick anyone."

"Who am I marrying?"

Harry gulped, "Me hopefully.. Someday."

Her eyes widened and she smiled at him, "I love you, Harry."

"Hermione, I lo.. Lov.. Love you!"

"I know, Harry."

They both grinned foolishly at eachother.

"So who would you pick, love?" Harry questioned.

"Was I hallucinating while I was sick or did you repeatedly call me love then?"

"I did," He smiled brightly, which she returned.

"You, I know would want him for your best man. Plus, as you very well know, Ron and I have never gotten along too well. Even with the lapse in my better judgement, I call sixth year. I think if it wasn't for all the deaths and you, Harry, Ron and I would have avoided each other like a plague upon leaving school. I love Ron like an annoying little brother, not a lover. The only way to have ever made a relationship with him work would've been to repeatedly confund myself.. Which I basically did sixth year."

"I was a great idiotic moronic prat that year as well, Hermione. But, we've put that behind us and I love you."

She grinned at him, "Who else would you choose?"

"Well, besides Ron.. It'd have to be Neville and Remus. Remus came to visit me today."

"Why?"

"To talk to me and he further convinced me to tell you my feelings. Ron did his first day in town as well."

"Really?"

"Really. Who else would you choose as bridesmaids in our ficticious wedding?"

"Fred and George."

"Hermione Granger, Prefect.. okay sixth year you were worse then Ron..."

"I know, I really was dreadful and Yes I pick Gred and Forge."

"So Tonks, Fred and George for you and Ron, Neville and Remus for me."

"Indeed." Harry beamed at his love.

"When will this ficticious wedding between us take place, Harry?"

"Someday, my love. Hopefully sooner then later. I do love you."

"And I love you, I doubt I will ever tire from hearing that from you.. well at least till the honeymoon stage ends."

Harry laughed, "How much longer till we fight over the dishsoap and make up?"

"I don't know, but remember even then I love you."

"I know and you know that I return those sentiments, my love."

-The End-

FINALLY IT'S OVER! OVER!