Me: Woohoo! Last chapter!

Jessica: Or is it?

Me: Yes, it is the last chapter.

Harry: NUUUUUUUUUUU!

Me: What, do you want to spend more time with your little Jessica-Wessica?

Harry: blush furiously Erm… no…

Jessica: blush

Me: grin Anyway, thanks to my 2 reviewers, dan'sgirl and BETSY.

Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own HP.

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Harry paced the boy's dorm, nervous.

"Harry, man, we're 16! We can ask girls out!" Ron barked at him, obviously trying not to laugh.

"Ron, you don't get it! This girl is-" Harry started, but Ron cut him off.

"Gorgeous, beautiful, hot, yadda yadda. JUST BLOODY ASK HER OUT!" Ron bellowed. Harry glared at him.

"I don't even know where she is!"

Ron sighed.

"Harry, mate, it's 8:00 PM, she's going to be in the Great Hall."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Harry, just ask her out. From your description of her, she's hot stuff, and if you wait for tomorrow, she might be taken."

Harry nodded, and, gathering his dignity, walked down the stairs and to the Great Hall. When he got there, he immediately spotted her, as only Hermione rivaled her curly brown hair in messiness.

"Jessica," he said as he walked up to her. "Can I talk to you?"

"Sure Harry."

She got up and followed him into a corner, where Harry stood nervously.

"Erm, Jessica," he started. "Ever since, uh, last week on the pitch, and I've, err, been thinking. I want to ask you to be my, um, girlfriend."

He braced himself for the laugh, the gentle refusal, but it never came. Instead, he felt a light pressure on his lips. Fireworks exploded in his head. She was kissing him; his dream (he blushed just thinking about it) might come true. When they broke apart, they were slightly breathless even though the kiss had been short and light.

"Does that answer your question?" she murmured against his lips, as they had only pulled apart about half an inch.

"Yes, I believe it does."

Jessica laughed, and pecked Harry on the lips. They then walked to the Gryffindor table, holding hands.

3 years later

Harry paced the floor of his flat, more nervous than a person who had a starring role in a play and hadn't memorized a single line, and it was opening night. Hermione watched him with her fiancé, Ron, trying not to laugh.

"Harry, from what Ron tells me, this is exactly like the night that you asked Jess to be your girlfriend," Hermione said. "She loves you, she'll say yes."

"How do you know?" Harry asked, his voice slightly high-pitched.

"You would think, though," he complained. "After killing off the most feared wizard in the world, facing down 13 Death Eaters alone, and eating Hagrids cooking, I wouldn't get nervous about this. But noo-oo, the Boy-Who-Lived is nervous about asking his girlfriend of 3 years to marry him!"

Hermione laughed and Ron rolled his eyes (A/N: switched rolls!).

"Harry, do you REALIZE how many witches would kill to be in Jessica's place?" Ron asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Too many," Harry muttered. Hermione laughed again.

"The great girl magnet, saying that he has too many girls racing after him? It's the end of the world!"

Hermione had really loosened up after the defeat of Lord Voldemort, and her outfit and attitude always tended to show it. Harry rolled his eyes grabbed the ring, and grabbed his coat.

"Don't come back until you have a fiancé!" Ron yelled after him.

When Harry got to Jessica's house (Harry would be moving in if she said yes), his hands were sweating and he kept checking to make sure the ring was still in his pocket. When she opened the door, Harry caught his breath. Unlike the last numerous dates, she was wearing a chic-casual green dress, black sandals that just peeked out from the bottom of her dress, shiny, clear lipgloss, and no eyeshadow. Her hair was pulled up in an elegant bun, and Harry, like the day they met, found her irresistible.

"Shall we?" he said, offering her his arm. She smiled, nodded, and took his arm. When they got to the restaurant, they where already talking and laughing. As they ate, they continued to talk and laugh. It was when they were waiting for the bill that Harry began to get nervous.

"Erm, Jessica?" he said nervously.

"Yes, Harry?" she said, looking at him.

He took a deep breath and kneeled. He took the ring from his pocket and asked, "Will you marry me?"

Jessica covered her mouth with her hand and started to cry.

"Yes!" she exclaimed.

Harry grinned, and slipped the ring onto her finger. She then threw her arms around his neck. Harry cleared his throat nervously.

"When did you fall in love with me?" he asked gently.

"It was love at first flight," she murmured, and kissed him.

A/N: Last chapter. I'm planning on making a sequel, nothing special, just the wedding and life. Please review and tell me what you think!