Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine, even if I really wished he was. Anyway, this time I don't own even the title of the chapter, because it's a Jessica Simpson song.

A/N: Oh, my gosh. This is the last chapter, that's so sad. I was starting to enjoy this fan fiction. I really found a quick beta-reader, this time. I've already said in my 'Disclaimer' that the title of this chapter is a song, well, you have to know that I have this thing: in every ff I write there must be a chapter whose title is a song. I know, it's stupid. Anyway, I'm tempted to copy and paste the Author's Note of my other story, because basically I have to write the same things I wrote there, but I'll try to change something. Well, first of all I don't think that I will write a sequel to this story – sorry to all the people that asked – but I don't have any ideas for a sequel and I wouldn't know what to write. Plus, I have so many ideas in my mind, that I wouldn't find the time anyway for writing a sequel. Second, I wanted to thank you. Yeah, you that are reading at this very moment, thanks for reading this story. And then, thanks to all the people that put this story in their Alerts list and in their Favourites list. And last, but not least, a very big thank you to all the people that reviewed, your reviews really made my day. Well, I hate to beg for reviews, but if I'll say this I don't think that it's exactly begging. If you feel like leaving a review, and it's about year 3000 and the aliens have invaded the Earth or Voldy has won the Battle against Harry Potter, leave it anyway, I swear that I'll find the way to read it! And I'll also reply to them (if you want me to!)! – Wow, I wrote the word 'review' quite a lot of times, any suggestion for a synonym? – Well, I think I bored you enough, sorry! But it was my last A/N to this story. Thanks again, you are all so nice. Enjoythe chapter!LOL!

To Halo of Darkness: I'll miss sending you the chapters of "The Bet" as well, you are a great beta-reader. I don't know what I would have done without you.

I Think I'm in Love with You

"Hermione is going out with Malfoy," said Ron, looking blankly in front of him.

"Will you stop it?" hissed Ginny, looking around the Gryffindor common room. "Someone will hear you."

Ron looked at her. "Hermione is going out with Malfoy," he repeated.

Ginny sighed. Luckily, Parvati and Lavender were deep in conversation over the last number of Witch Weekly and didn't hear Ron.

"Hermione is going out with Malfoy."

"Ron! Stop it, she is not going out with him. They just – well – they are having fun," said Ginny.

Ron looked at her. "You were going out with Malfoy." Ginny rolled her eyes and dove behind her Transfiguration book.

"Hey, Ginny, Ron," Harry sat down heavily on the armchair near Ginny and slammed his books on the table.

"Hi, Harry," said Ginny, looking at him over her book. Ron didn't answer. He nodded, looking at Harry without expression.

"Ron, is everything alright?" asked Harry, opening his Potions book.

"If you are going to study, you shouldn't get your hopes up," said Ginny, smiling.

"Why? I have so much Potions homework that I think that I could go on all night long," said Harry bitterly.

"Hermione is going out with Malfoy," said Ron calmly.

Harry raised his eyebrows. "He didn't get over it yet?" he asked Ginny.

She shook her head. "Nope, and I don't think that he will stop anytime soon."

"Well, it was a little bit of shock, wasn't it?" asked Harry matter-of-factly.

Ginny shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. If you ask me, it was quite clear that there was something going on between the two of them."

"Oh, yeah of course," said Harry sarcastically, "What is that? Female intuition?"

"Maybe," she answered vaguely.

"Oh, no, wait – I almost forgot, you went out with Malfoy as well," said Harry sullenly.

"Are you jealous?" asked Ginny teasingly.

Harry snorted, but didn't answer, causing Ginny to smile behind her book.

"Hermione is going out with Malfoy."

"Stop it, Ron, don't you have any homework to do?" asked Harry. Ron nodded and mechanically opened his Potions book.

"I can't understand anything," said Harry after a while, "Where is Hermione, by the way?"

"Hermione is going out with Malfoy," said Ron without thinking.

"Thank you, Ron," said Harry rolling his eyes, "No, I mean now. Where is she?"

Ginny smiled. "Well, Harry, this time Ron is right. Hermione is with Malfoy."

"What?" asked Harry in disbelief, "But, she was with him yesterday evening, too."

"Yesterday evening they had to meet Professor McGonagall. But tonight, they are-"

"Okay, I don't want to know," said Harry quickly.

Ginny smiled mischievously. "Hermione said that they have to speak. Oh yeah, I'm sure that they are going to use their tongues a lot."

"You are very funny, Ginny, you know that?" asked Harry sarcastically.

"Yeah, I know that, thank you," she answered smiling.

"Now, if you don't mind, I would like to try to do my homework, even if Hermione is not here," said Harry firmly. Ginny shrugged her shoulders again.

"Hermione is going out with Malfoy."

"Ron!" Harry and Ginny exclaimed together.

Hermione walked in front of the piece of blank wall three times. 'I have to get there, I have to get there, I have to get there,' she thought intensely.

The door of the Room of Requirement appeared in front of her. She breathed deeply and pushed it open, paying attention so that nobody would have seen her.

The room was empty; Draco was not yet there. No surprise, though. She was half an hour early. She walked to the bed and sat down, her hands in her lap, her eyes fixed on the door.

'What if he doesn't come?' she thought after a while, 'What if he doesn't give a damn about me? He is Draco Malfoy, after all.' She imagined herself waiting for him for the whole night and he didn't come. He hadn't spoken to her in the last two days, had not even greeted her. Maybe that was a message. She just had to read between the lines.

But, at that very moment, the door opened, snapping Hermione out of her thoughts. Draco entered and when he spotted her sitting on the bed, he lowered his eyes. "Er – hi," he said, stepping towards her.

"Hi," she said, looking anywhere but at him.

"You are early," he told her.

"You too," she pointed out.

Draco shrugged his shoulders and sat down next to her. "I like the way this room is furnished."

Hermione glanced at him. "It's the same as always. And it follows our desires."

Draco turned slightly red. "That's why I like it."

Hermione nodded. They sat there for a while without speaking. Sometimes, they let out a small sigh or snort, but no one started a conversation for quite a long time. Finally, Hermione spoke. "Is there a reason that you avoided me these past couple of days?" she asked weakly.

"I avoided you? I didn't notice that," he answered quickly.

"You did. Actually, it's since Sunday that you are not speaking to me."

"We spoke last evening."

"We had to discuss the new rules for the protection of the school. That's not exactly a conversation."

"What do you want to talk about, then?" he asked, looking at her.

"I don't know," said Hermione, lowering her eyes, "I'm a bit confused."

"Confused? About what, exactly?"

"Well, about us," she said softly.

"U-us?" stammered Draco, taken back.

"T-there's no us?" asked Hermione, looking at him with her eyes wide open.

"No – yes – I mean, I don't know. I think that there is, but it's just that, I mean, I don't know. Maybe, but you know-" he was speaking so quickly that he could hardly understand himself.

"I-I didn't mean to say anything bad," Hermione interrupted him, "I was just thinking about what happened and-"

"You think too much," said Draco. Hermione looked at him and noticed that his cheeks reddened.

"I know, everybody tells me that," she said, smiling weakly.

"What happened?" asked Draco suddenly.

Hermione looked at him as if he was from another planet. "Sunday morning, Crabbe-"

"I know that," said Draco, waving a hand in front of her, "I meant, what happened between us. Why are we so embarrassed?"

"Y-you are embarrassed?" asked Hermione.

"W-why? You are not?" he felt like he had said something wrong.

"I am," she admitted quickly.

Draco sighed in relief. "Well, why are we so embarrassed then? Last week, it was all different. I wasn't feeling like this."

Hermione nodded. "Me, too."

"Then what happened?"

Hermione lowered her eyes. "I've got a theory, but I don't know if I'm right or wrong."

"Well, since I'm pretty clueless, just share it."

"You have to swear that you won't laugh," she said, already starting to blush.

Draco smirked. "I swear," he said unconvincingly.

Hermione glanced at him. "I-I'm starting to feel something for you," she said softly.

"Something?" asked Draco, looking at her.

"Yeah, I-I think that I'm in love with you," she said the last words in a faint whisper.

Draco's eyes opened wide. Pansy told him that she loved him almost every day until she started to fancy Blaise who wasn't happy at all, but the way Hermione told it to him was so different. So real. Like he could really feel her love through her words.

"Draco?" asked Hermione, calling him by his first name for the first time.

"I think I'm in love with you, too," he said, looking at his hands.

Hermione smiled. "That's why we are so embarrassed, then."

"What do you mean?"

"Last week, we weren't in love with each other. It's that we care about each other and that's so strange."

"Oh," was all Draco could say. Then, he slowly placed an arm around her shoulders and pulled her slightly closer to him. Hermione laid her head on his shoulder and placed her arm around his back.

"Did you visit Crabbe in the Hospital Wing?" she asked him.

"No, if I go there, I'll kill him," he said simply.

"Hope you don't. I don't want to have to bring you oranges in Azkaban," said Hermione, smiling.

"When will he get out of the Hospital Wing?"

"He has to stay there for a week. Madam Pomfrey said that we were lucky that he is the size of a whale because he had been hit by too many spells."

"I'll talk to him – just talk, I swear," he added, looking at Hermione, "I simply don't want him around you."

"Thank you," she said softly, "So, should we make that thing official?"

"What thing?"

"That you and I – well, are going out together?"

"I don't know. We are Head Boy and Head Girl. I mean, everybody expects us to be together but I've never heard of a Slytherin and a Gryffindor that got together," he said thoughtfully.

"Yeah, me too," she said sighing, "Just let's keep it to ourselves."

Draco nodded. "Ok, then. Well, can we start to make out now?"

Hermione freed herself from his arm and glared at him. "You just had to ruin the most romantic moment of my life, didn't you?"

Draco shrugged his shoulders and smirked. "What did you expect? I'm a Slytherin." Hermione sighed but smiled. "I take it as a 'yes'?" he asked, coming nearer to Hermione.

"Yes," she said, while he started to kiss her.

That night, they didn't come back to their dorms. And while they were making love, they knew that that time, there was something different between them, something that they have missed.

It was love. They were really in love with each other.

- The End -