Title: True Love's First Kiss

Rating: PG-13

Pairings: RW/HP

Spoilers: PS/SS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP

Summary: AU 6th year. Draught of Sleeping Beauty: Causes a victim to be put under its curse of eternal sleep until awoken by true love's first kiss. So, who is Harry Potter's true love?

A/N: Ah, the last chapter, where Ron has to come to terms that Harry loves him and vice-versa!

A/N #2: Sorry for the wait, but I've finally got this up. Also, Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! Hope you guys get your fill of turkey, or whatever you guys eat at Thanksgiving dinner!

A/N #3: Okay, everyone, this is the last chapter for this story. I've had a lot of fun writing it, but now it needs to end—so here it goes!

Chapter Five: You Love Me?

(Last time…)

Harry blinked a couple of times, looked around at his surroundings, finally focusing on the person next to him.

"Ron?" he asked. "What's going on?"

Ron couldn't believe this. Harry was awake after three months of enchanted sleep. Most importantly, he, Ron Weasley, was the person that Harry loved. To say the least, this was mind-boggling to the youngest Weasley male.

"Ron? Hello? Are you in there?"

Harry's voice brought the red-haired boy out of his thoughts. "Uh, Ron, what are you doing here and why am I in the hospital wing?"

"What's the last thing you remember, Harry?" Ron asked.

Harry's screwed up in remembrance. "Well, Malfoy stuck me with that needle of blue stuff…"

"WHAT? MALFOY WAS THE ONE WHO DID THIS TO YOU? WHY THAT DAMNED, LOW-DOWN, SLIMY FERRET!" Ron's eyes narrowed in anger, forgetting about what had just happened five minutes ago.

"Did what?" asked a confused Harry Potter.

Before Ron could answer, Madam Pomfrey strode into the room and gasped. "Mr. Potter, you're awake!"

That immediately reminded Ron of what he did. His eyes began to widen and his face began to burn—not that the other two people noticed this, for Madam Pomfrey was casting spell after spell on a thoroughly bewildered Boy Who Lived.

The school Healer then shooed the red-haired boy out so that she could finish her examination of Harry.

Lost in thought, Ron didn't put up a fight with the stern woman and slowly began to make his way back to Gryffindor Tower.

No way, he said in his head. How can I be the person Harry loves?

I told you, Ronnie, taunted Ginny's voice.

The sixth Weasley child's head snapped up. Hey! You said you would leave if I kissed him!

I had my fingers crossed.

Ron slapped his forehead.

Besides, the voice continued, I'm in your mind. I can't go away.

Ron let out a groan of frustration. Why couldn't I have gotten a nice person in my head that left me alone?

Ginny snickered. You needed my help, Ronnie. At this rate, you were going to never figure out that you were in love with Harry.

By this time, Ron had reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. He gave her the password and stepped inside to the gold and red clad common room.

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Ginny (the real one—not the one in Ron's head) was sitting on the couch, reading Witch Weekly. She suddenly looked up and saw her older brother with an unreadable look on his face.

"Hey, Ron, what's with you?" she asked as she put the magazine down.

"Harry's awake," he croaked out.

"Really? That's fantastic!" Ginny broke out into a huge grin, but then stopped after seeing that Ron hadn't changed expressions. "Okay, you've been visiting Harry daily, and when he finally wakes up you're not happy. Spill."

Ron plopped himself down on the couch next to her. "I'm just so confused," he finally said after a minute.

"About what?" the fifteen year old girl persisted.

(At the Burrow before going to Hogwarts, Ron and Ginny had been the best of friends; they did everything together—just like Fred and George. They went to the other with their secrets and always got each other out of trouble with their mother. When Ron began his first year, that closeness began to go away. Harry and Hermione had seemed to replace Ginny in his life, and she was just now the "annoying little sister". She hadn't taken it well and began to distance herself from her brother to cover up her hurt feelings.)

"Well, a few weeks ago, after the Quidditch match…" And Ron explained everything that had happened—his feelings of jealousy towards Cho, Hermione's revelation, his feelings of bewilderment and helplessness, and what had just happened in the hospital wing.

Ginny sat there, listening to her brother pour out his heart—just like he used to do when they were younger—and patting him on the arm to encourage him whenever he paused.

Finally, Ron got everything out. He heaved a huge sigh and slumped in his seat.

"Ron," Ginny began, "what you've just told me is that basically you're in love with Harry and that he's in love with you. You need to go back in there and tell him that."

"But I thought that you liked him," Ron protested.

Ginny smiled and shook her head. "I only fancied him, and last year I got over him. He was just a fairy tale for me. You know him inside and out; you're his best friend. And you can be more than that because obviously, according to that potion, you're Harry's true love."

"Yeah," Ron agreed.

"Just talk to him," she encouraged. "Tell him how you feel. You'll regret it if you don't."

Ron nodded his head and stood up. "You're right, Ginny, I will." With that he practically ran out of the common room to the hospital wing.

Once again, Ginny was alone in the common room. "Well, it was nice to see a bit of the old Ron—even just for a little while," she said out loud as she picked up her magazine and turned to the page where she left off.

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Ron was practically running back to the white-walled hospital wing. Soon enough, he got there, panting and flushed. He looked inside to see if Madam Pomfrey was still checking on Harry, but there was no sign of her.

"Phew!" Ron said to himself as he entered and walked towards Harry's bed.

Sure enough, Harry was still there, eating a couple of the sweets that others had left him during his three-month sleep. He looked up and saw that his best friend was standing next to his bed. "Hey there! Think you can help me eat all this candy?"

Ron sat down in the chair next to Harry's bed. "Harry, we need to talk."

The Boy Who Lived's eyebrows furrowed. "What's wrong?"

Ron evaded the question and asked, "Did Madam Pomfrey tell you what happened?"

Harry blinked. "A little bit. She said that I was in an enchanted sleep from a potion. And you're avoiding the question."

Ron bit his lip. "You said that Malfoy injected you with some stuff, right?"

Harry nodded.

"Well, that stuff was Draught of Sleeping Beauty. Whoever gets that stuff in their body goes into this deep sleep and won't wake up until the person they love kisses them on the lips." Ron ended this by blushing.

Harry's eyes widened. "You… you mean that I… and you were here when I woke up… so that means that… Oh, Merlin."

"Yeah," Ron answered, "you're in love with me."

Harry began to look down. "I didn't think you knew. I thought I had hidden it well."

Now it was Ron's turn to be surprised. "What?"

"Well," Harry said, "I've fancied you since this summer. I thought you figured it out."

Ron shook his head and said, "No. Hermione helped me figure out that I liked you more than just a friend. Then I had this weird notion to kiss you today." (He decided not to bring up the voice in his head.) " I didn't think you'd feel that way towards me."

"You fancy me?" Harry asked, finally looking Ron in the face.

"I think I feel more than that for you, Harry," Ron answered, moving himself closer to Harry by sitting on the bed.

"What does that mean?" Harry asked, his voice getting breathier as Ron scooted closer to him.

"I don't know yet," Ron answered honestly. He then did something bold: he put his hand up and stroked Harry's face.

"Ron, I don't want to lose our friendship," Harry whispered; fear was beginning to creep in the emerald eyes that Ron would willingly lose himself in.

"Well, unless you either declare your allegiance to You-Know-Who or say that you're marrying Malfoy, you'll never lose my friendship," Ron replied, bringing himself closer to Harry until there was less than an inch between their faces.

They stayed like that for a minute, and Ron, who was beginning to feel impatient, finally closed the gap between them.

It was paradise. Harry was already kissing him back, closing his eyes at the same time. Ron put his other hand on Harry's cheek and pressed his lips harder.

Oh…

This was even better than the first kiss.

Eventually, lack of air was becoming a problem for the two boys and they broke the kiss.

Harry immediately snapped open his eyes and was putting his hand to his lips.

"Harry," Ron said in between breaths, "I love you. I want to snog you like this all the time. I don't think I can even go back to being 'just friends.'"

Harry's response was practically jumping on the redheaded boy and giving him the snogging of a lifetime.

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Dear Mr. Malfoy,

We have received word that you have stolen a potion and used it in a harmful way against another student, intending to kill him. After reviewing your actions, we have decided to expel you from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

We hope you have a pleasant day.

Sincerely,

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster

Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress

Draco Malfoy finished reading the letter at Malfoy Manor.

"Damn!" he swore. "It was supposed to kill Potter! Stupid Goyle; must've picked the wrong one!"

The end!

A/N: Sorry if it's so short, but I had to wrap things up! Once again, I apologize if there is any OOCness—but it was needed for this story. And also, I'm apologizing about the romance part. This is my first romantic story, so I'm new at this stuff. Please don't get mad at me about it!

And another thing, when you guys review, please don't flame me! I don't want to hear from people who only put down every aspect ofmy story. I don't mind constructive criticism, though.

Well, I'm going to have another story coming up (it's also AU) about Harry & Fleur Delacour. It's going to take place in sixth and seventh year. (But Ron and Hermione are going to be different in this one—and won't be so important. I thought I'd warn everyone who likes their characters that they won't be like they are here.)

Until the next story!

-Princess