Ginny-Star here. If you'd like the check out the profile, you'll see that yes, we're no longer updating this story- sorry! But here is the rough ending that would have been finished and put up if the story had been complete. But seriously, what with Half Blood Prince, our dreams of these pairings are really almost there now anyway. But yes, for more info, just go to our profile.
As an afterthought, I've always said that a fanfic isn't ever truly an awesome fanfic until someone has flamed it. I believe we've got that, so hooray! Anyway, italics in side the dashes are the parts which would have been filled in but never did. Love you all.
-Fred and George, in a game of Truth or Dare, or maybe Harry in the pretence of having a secret letter enticed them into a cupboard and then scampered out and locked the door. Hahaha! Only, it' isn't so much 'hahaha' for them, but more like 'omigodwhatthefeckohno'.-
I don't believe it! Thick and Thicko have just… just…
Locked me and Hermione together in the cupboard. I swear, when I get out here, I'll KILL THEM! Chop 'em up, bury them in different parts of the garden- Mum'll never need to know.
"FRED! GEORGE! Let me out of here right now, you BAS-"
-Hermione/Ron fight, arguing the way they normally do. The dark and cramped conditions are getting to Hermione, she doesn't like it, perhaps she claustrophobic? Bursts into tears. What's a Ron to do? Pat on the back, a little awkward.-
"Look, 'Mione… I didn't mean any of it, honest."
-Muffled response from Hermione, slightly reassured, looks up, watery eyes. Ron feels a little uncomfortable with the situation, and shuffles (as much as he can) and starts to babble slightly. Hermione laughs lightly maybe, and mentions something along the lines that Krum did that when he asked her to the Ball.
Uh-oh, she mentioned Krum! Whoops, Ron's just snidely mentioned Viktor Krum again, it's like he's in love with him or something.-
"I'm NOT in love with Vicky!" I said angrily.
"Then what!" she shouted back at me, inches away from my face. "What is your problem Ron? Every single time, I've had to tiptoe around the subject-"
That was it. I couldn't take it any more, if she said one more work about how brave and bold he is-
"I'm not in any relationship with him, Ronald Weasley, because I'm in love with YOU!"
…
-Hermione claps hands to mouth, wide-eyed and shocked she said that, she freezes, Ron freezes, the whole bloody damn world freezes. For a single moment, it isn't anyone but the two of them, locked in a dark, slightly smelly and damp cupboard and neither of them cares.-
"W-what?" Oh, my voice chose the perfect moment to crack. Jolly good, old chap.
-Confession time, Hermione rambles on and on, until Ron does the only thing he can think of to shut her up and kisses her, only in typical Weasley fashion the cliché is saved by the door opening just as the going gets interesting and Hermione and Ron tumble out to fall at the feet of Molly. Tense moments until, Molly begins smiling and weeping with joy.-
"Oh- I just can't b-believe it, my dear I'm terribly sorry for this- oh it's just what I've always wanted!"
Good old Mum, can always trust her. Never an unpredictable one, that one.
-A mini celebration, conducted by the good Gred and Forge. Turns out the date changing thing mentioned by Harry early on was part of an ongoing bet made by the lot on what date Hermione and Ron would get together. And…
ArthurWeasely won! He wins… several electrical plugs, a few batteries and the promise of several individuals to help him out with work or something. Soon, whilst Hermione and Ron are having a good old hand-holding (yes, it's very mild, but it's sweet and childfriendly) that electrifies Ronny-boy; they decide to lock Harry and Ginny in the cupboard. It's high time, THEY sorted out their 'tension' too.-
So, this is it, innit? Me and Hermione. Hermione and me.
Hermione, my girlfriend. My Hermione. Oh God, if I could go and tell my past self that I'd be going out with Hermione, I'd probably punch me on the nose for faffing about like that, and then I'd kill me for pretending to be me as I wouldn't know I was really me…
Anyway.
I suppose that maybe things are gonna be a bit different now for our last year. We won't just be mates anymore- we get to do stuff normal mates don't- but nothing like that! Not yet anyway… and not without the consent of 'Mione either. I know that. But, we'll still be good mates right? You know, tease each other, joke around and stuff? We won't stop being good mates just cause we're going out with each other right?
Gaaah, it's like she's reading my mind. 'Miones just squeezed my hand (I still can't get over it, she's holding my hand. Mine!). It's like she knows I'm thinking too much (oh, there's a change Ron) and that I shouldn't think about it anymore. God, I love her.
You know, tradition in Hogwarts has been that the Head Girl and Boy generally date each other. It's a bit odd, innit, that practically every single year, the two 'Heads' have gone out with each other and made a right decent pair too.
Well…
Who am I to break tradition?
Mischief managed.