Thank you, for the reviews! They were all very sweet!

Disclaimer: I don't any of the people, bladdibladdiblah…

Oh, and readers who bother to read this…..I'm wondering if I should let Neville and Luna, or Fred and George join Harry on the "trip". Or maybe both…I dunno, just to

Interest things up a bit.

O yes, people who were wandering what a zizi is…..well…….its a personal, rather large, appendage on a man.

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Ron and Harry trudged into the hallway. They were dead tired, but still feeling quite ecstatic.

They both passed the test with flying colors and both received their license. To prove their abilities, they apperated over to Grimmaulds place on their own.

"We're home!" Ron bellowed up the stairs.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH, HARRY, RON!" Ginny screamed happily as she skidded down the stairs and flung herself, not in Ron's awaiting arms, but around the completely shocked Harry.

"Don't I feel loved?" Ron muttered under his breath.

"Oh, I'm sorry Ronnie kins!" Ginny exclaimed as she let go of Harry the second he raised his arms to hug her back, and embraced Ron.

"I bet you both passed, didn't you!" Ginny said merrily as she let go.

Ron and Harry nodded vigorously. Resulting a squeal from Ginny.

"Mum is going to freak, I'm sure." She pointed out with a big smile.

"Her little boys both passed their test!" she added with a very Malfoy like smirk.

Harry and Ron exchanged glances after the words: Little boys.

"I bet we are having a feast tonight, I bet, I bet!" Ginny practically yelled, bouncing up and down.

"OI! SHUT UP! I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!" Malfoy's voice yelled from up stairs.

"SORRY!" Ginny yelled right back.

"EXPECT YOU ARE!" he yelled sarcastically.

"I AM!" Ginny answered to that, turning around and still smiling brightly.

"C'mon you two, lets go get you some nice stew."

Harry and Ron ditched their coats on the coat rack and followed Ginny into the kitchen.

Ginny was already dancing above a steaming pot, and Hermione, they just noticed was sitting by the table silently.

"Hey Herm." Harry said cheerfully, as he sat down next to her.

Hermione turned to him slowly.

"Guess what! We passed!" Ron exclaimed.

Hermione blinked at him, "Oh, that's nice."

"Don't mind her, she is bit far off…." Ginny told from behind the stove.

Ron and Harry nodded, but still looked worriedly at Hermione.

"What's wrong with her?" Ron asked his eyes fearful.

"Suppose she is sick or something. Started talking in French with Malfoy…" Ginny said thoughtlessly.

"Strange." Harry remarked before attacking the stew.

"Definitely." Ginny added, watching Harry dreamily.

"You do know that she is sitting right there, right?" Ron commented.

"Arg, that wont matter. You could say she was a right old hag and she wont notice, she wont."

"Oh, ok….." said Ron, still unconvinced.

"Just eat." Ginny ordered almost angrily.

Ron slowly started eating, but still watching Hermione closely.

Suddenly she got up and left.

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Hours seemed to tick away, and no one had bothered her yet.

Not that she minded of course. The attic was one of her favorite places to be alone.

It was dark, and usually that went very well with her mood when she came up here, and quite dusty.

Hermione seemed to be a shadow in the corner, lurking out of the dark.

Of course, she wasn't lurking, she was just sitting there, thinking about how the things ended up the way they did.

Did Ron want her to read this letter? Was he ever going to show it to her? Of course Hermione would never know, because she had read it, on accident.

Her grip tightened around the piece of paper as she thought about what Ron would say when he found out.

Minutes, and another hour ticked away, without her noticing.

But Ron did, and he got worried, so he decided to go upstairs and check on her.

Hermione heard someone coming up, and instantly stuffed the paper away.

"Hermione?" Ron's soft voice asked from the other side.

Hermione hesitated but eventually said, "Yeah?"

"Can I come in?"

"Suppose so."

Ron opened open the door and closed it again.

"Are you okay?" He asked uncertainly.

Hermione thought for a moment, and then made up her mind.

"No, I don't think I am." She answered gravely.

Ron walked over to her and slid down besides her.

"Why?" he whispered softly, he was afraid his loud voice would break that special atmosphere there suddenly was.

"Because….." Hermione stopped and took a deep breath.

"Because of this." Hermione finished quickly, taking out the piece of parchment and showing it to Ron.

Ron's eyes flew through it and stopped breathing, "Ow." He managed to croak.

Hermione looked at him carefully, she always knew he was buff, and kind of beautiful, but now she truly realized it. His long nose, his kind-of-too-long-fiery-hair, the freckles over his entire body, or so she thought…..and that amazing smile.

"D-d-yu….mean…..it?" she stammered, "Wha-what you wrote...?"

Ron couldn't help it, but he chuckled. "Yeah, of course I do 'Mione! Always have, and always will." He said, his voice rising a bit.

Hermione was lost for words, but only temporarily, "For how long?"

"Since the day I met you, you controlled my life….but in a good way though."

"What about Lavender!" Hermione exclaimed a bit louder then she wanted.

"She….was….proof…." Ron said slowly.

"Proof of what?"

"That I'm not some kind of genetic failure in the romance area." Ron said quickly, going completely crimson.

"Oh Ron, but you're not!" Hermione exclaimed honestly.

"Really?" Ron asked with a smirk.

"Well yes…" Hermione said softly, blushing lightly.

"Prove it." Ron ordered jokingly.

"Nuhuh, you should." Hermione replied quickly, blushing even more.

So Ron did, he carefully took one of her hands with one of his own, and with the other he held her chin and slowly turned her face to him.

"I'll prove it." He said almost soundlessly to her lips.

With that said, he closed the space between them, and gave Hermione her first kiss.

Since what no body knew, Hermione never kissed Krum.

Hermione was completely lost at first, but Ron guided her though it, his hand leaving hers and slowly rapping around her waist. Hermione followed, and started playing with his hair as the kiss deepened.

The sky darkened, but nothing mattered to Hermione and Ron now. All that mattered for them was each other. And each other only.