The Island Chapter Nine: Epilogue
Right, this really is the last chapter, alright? It's going to be like the seventh book. This has been my favourite fic to write and it's going to be all over. Like this: click. I'm really strange, aren't I? Yes! Whoooo. Right. OK. Let's get on then.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger had been together for a month.
Harry Potter was happy about it. They were much nicer to each other, so he didn't have to put up with their bickering any more. They didn't make themselves asembarrassing as Bill and Fleur, though once he'd walked in on themall over each other in his dorm. He'd felt a bit funny seeing Ron andHermione kissing like that at first, but he'd found love himself - in the form of Ginny Weasley. So he understood how they felt.
Ron Weasley was also pleased. He'd been waiting for several years to tell Hermione how he felt about her, and now she was his girlfriend. They'd spent a happy month together so far, but Ron hoped it would be much longer.
Hermione Granger had changed a lot since that evening last month. She realised that she'd needed a boyfriend. She was much more relaxed for it, and was always less likely to get annoyed.
The trio were on their way up to the Common Room after Transfiguration.
"What are you planning on doing tonight then?" Ron asked Harry.
"Erm - I dunno really, I suppose I've got that essay to do ..."
"That's not due in until Monday, though! Do it on Sunday evening, then you can help me."
Hermione smiled.
"Are you two ever going to learn?" she asked them, rolling her eyes.
"Probably not," Ron grinned.
"What, you mean learn to keep on top of our homework?" Harry pretended to think for a moment, "Nah!"
They laughed.
"You will do. One day. And on that day I'll say I told you so."
"Yeah. Right. Whatever you say, 'Mione."
Ron had started using the nickname on a regular basis. It was his favourite, but there were loads he used as well. Once he and Hermione had spent the whole lunch hour thinking up new names for each other. Hermione actually called him 'Won-Won' sometimes.
They turned a corner and came across Professor Trelawney. She was shuffling her deck of cards and muttering to herself again.
"Good afternoon Professor," Harry said cheerfully.
"What? Oh, hello, my dears," Trelawney hastily hid the cards in her pocket, "How does this afternoon find you all?"
"We're alright, thank you, Professor," Hermione told her.
She was fine. Everything was OK for her. For once, her life was going right.
But something was bothering her still...
"Professor, can I speak to you for a moment? In private?" she asked quietly.
"Ye - yes, of course," Trelwaney, Harry and Ron all looked puzzled.
"We'll wait for you, shall we?" Ron said.
"Erm, well - I sort of need the loo," Harry muttered, "I'll go on... see you in a bit!"
He hurried off.
"How about in here?" Hermione suggested, gesturing to an unused classroom.
"I'll wait for you out here," Ron said, "Don't be long - I kind of need the loo as well."
"OK." Hermione gave Ron a little wave before following Trelawney into the classroom.
"So, Miss Granger - Granger? Is it Granger? Yes, I think it is - well, what is it you want to talk about?"
Hermione perched herself on a desk.
"Do you interpret dreams?"
"Why, yes - of course I do. Have you had a dream you wish me to interpret?"
Well done! Clap. Clap. Clap. Hermione thought to herself. She was careful not to say it out loud as she told Trelawney what she needed to say.
"It was a while ago - I've - um - I've been meaning to ask you about it. I thought it meant I had a big decision to make, but I'm not sure things work like that at all." And she launched into her explanation.
Trelawney listened carefully. When Hermione had finished, she was calculating some things ona piece of parchment she'd pulled from a drawer.
Hermione sat silently. Dream interpreting was useless - wasn't it? Anway, the way she'd interpreted hers was fine ... it had ended up with her being with Ron and they were both thrilled. It should have been the end of it.
But Hermione had been wondering about it ever sice it all happened. What would have happened if she hadn't dreamt the dream at all?
"Ah yes, here we are," Trelawney underlined something, "With both of your friends there, and the fact that you chose a carrot, I can only say that the dream meant you were about togo ona giant rosebush experience."
Hermione froze. She went cold inside.
"Is there - something the matter, my dear?"
Hermionecould feel Trelawney's eyes boring into the top of her head. She looked up.
"No, Professor. I'm fine. Thanks for the help."
She hopped off the desk and left the classroom, walking right into Ron. Her face smushed into his neck, she couldn't help smiling.
"Hey, Her, I was just about to go in there looking for you! What happened?" Ron asked her.
"It didn't mean anything." Hermione leant against Ron. "My dream was all wrong. It meant nothing. We're not meant to be together at all."
Ron didn't say anything for a moment. Then he pushed Hermione so she was standing upright and directed her into a concealed chamber behind a tapestry.
"Right, first thing's first - don't ever let me hear you say that again," he said firmly, "We are meant to be. No matter what the dream meant. Got that?"
"But - what if we're not? It was supposed to mean a rosebush or something. It didn't make any sense. So it didn't come true. What if my theory's not true either?" Hermione sat on the floor.
Ron sat next to her and put his arm around her.
"It is. I know it is. And d'you know how I know it is?"
Hermione was sulking. How could Ron act like this? Couldn't he see what state she was in?
"No."
She was about to add 'And I don't care, either', but Ron had kissed her.
And she realised. Who cared about a dream? She and Ron were together.
She started to kiss him back, when Harry came in.
"Oh, this brings back memories," he laughed, "I was wondering where you'd got to. Come on."
Ron and Hermione broke apart, grinned at each other, and stood up. Just before they set off, Hermione took hold of Ron's hand.
"Err - maybe could we hold hands later, 'Mione, I, um - still really, really need the loo..."
The End! Really!
AN: I'm sad now. I hope you enjoyed this. If you can think of a better name it would be much appreciated. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, and who will review in the future. I hope I'll get loads more. And, to tie up the one loose end, Ron very nearly made it to the boys' restroom in time.
Bye!
