Disclaimer: I own all the Harry Potter books. Unfortunately I didn't write any of them. That would be J K Rowling.
Author's note: Here's the last chapter of my story. I'm not writing any more of it, but that doesn't mean I don't want to know what you think so please review. Hope you like it!
Chapter 6 – True Love
That evening Harry found the book he had been going to give Hermione lying on his bed.
"Wow! I thought this book turned into a frog but now it's here! It must be a magic book!" Harry thought.
He wrapped it up in some more of the shiny silver wrapping paper with red hearts on it, and this time decided he would give it to Hermione straight away so it wouldn't have time to turn into anything weird.
He ran down to the common room and looked around for Hermione. He saw Ron first, sitting in a corner playing wizard chess by himself, turning the board round to take the go of the other player, which would usually be Harry. Then he spotted Hermione, sat at a table doing homework - as always. He put the present behind his back and walked towards her.
"Hermione, I've got a surprise for you!" Harry said when he got over to Hermione's table.
"I'm kinda busy right now. Ca-"
"Look, it's a present!"
"Oh wow Harry, just put it on the table and I'll open it when I've finished this essay."
"Open it now!"
"It'll be my special reward for finishing my essay."
Harry thought about it for a second. "OK," he shrugged, and walked away to find something interesting to do.
He found Fredina the frog sitting on the floor so he picked her up and played with her. Then he found Crookshanks and decided to try feeding Fredina to Crookshanks to see what would happen. Fredina croaked in terror and Crookshanks meowed in disgust and spat Fredina across the room. Harry thought this was funny so he did it again, until he got bored and went to bed.
Harry felt his shoulder being shaken and a voice whisper "Wake up Harry." so he did what the voice said. It was Hermione.
"Oh hi Hermione," Harry said, sitting up a bit, "What's going on?"
"Nothing Harry, don't talk so loud you'll wake everyone else up."
"Why've you come in here?" he whispered.
Hermione put a big heavy book on Harry's bed that squashed his toe.
"Ow Hermione! That was my toe!" he squealed.
"Oh, sorry," she said, quickly moving the book, "Anyway, it's alright if you want to end this, just say."
"What? What are you talking about? End what?"
"The title of the book – it's called 'Affairs, Divorce, and Breaking Relationships' so I thought…"
"Oh so that's what it said. Well I hope you enjoy reading it."
"I already have. It's just it's not exactly the sort of book you buy for your girlfriend,"
"It isn't? But it's about love isn't it?"
"Oh Harry you're so thick sometimes! Sorry, I didn't mean that. This book is about when you stop loving someone."
"Oh. I'm sorry Hermione. I'll never stop loving you."
"But Harry, I realised something when I read this book. I realised what love really is."
"I thought you were clever Hermione. Everyone knows what love is."
"No Harry. Everyone thinks they know what love is. But no one actually really knows until they actually love someone."
"But I do love someone. I love you! You're my best girlfriend ever."
"Best girlfriend? Harry, give me a definition of the word girlfriend."
"A girl who is your friend. Come on Hermione, I'm not that stupid."
"Nothing more than that? Just a friend who is a girl?"
"Ye-es. That's why it's called a girl-friend," Harry explained, like he was talking to an idiot.
"Oh Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, flinging her arms round Harry, "I love you! But just not in that way."
"What do you mean 'that way'? There is only one way to love someone isn't there?"
"No. That's what I used to think. I loved you because you saved my life, because I like you a lot, because you made me laugh, and I loved you because we're really, really, really, really good friends and I feel really close to you. And I still love you for that, but that's like a brother-sister-friend kind of love. There's something more to romantic love that we just haven't got."
"Haven't we? What is it? Can I go and get it?"
"No Harry, it's not a thing like that. I can't really explain it. You either have it for someone or you don't. It's very illogical and unscientific so I didn't realise it before. But I think I have this thing for someone else. You won't be upset will you?"
"Well I guess if we haven't got this thing then theirs nothing we can do about it is there? I think I was only ever really good friends with you too. But I thought it was love because I liked you and I think you're pretty, in your way. And we can still be good friends can't we? Even if you do have this thing for someone else?"
"Of course we can," Hermione said, hugging him again.
"So who have you got a thing for?"
"Ron," Hermione said, blushing.
"Ron! But you're always arguing with him. I thought you hated him at the moment anyway."
"Well yes, it was very immature of him to push me down the stairs, but-"
"But he didn't push you down the stairs! He'd never do that! I fell over into Ron, who fell into you!"
"But why was he laughing at me then?"
"He wasn't laughing at you! He was laughing at me because my trousers fell down when I was falling down the stairs!"
"Oh right!" Hermione laughed, "Well I guess it's all turned out ok then."
"Wait a second. We still have to find out if Ron's got that thing for you."
"I love you Hermione," Ron breathed in his sleep as he rolled over, right on cue, making it the type of thing that only ever happens in stories.
Hermione and Harry smiled at each other.
"Ron!" Harry said, going over to Ron's bed and shaking him awake, "Ron, I've got some good news for you!"
"Wha-? Whazgoinon?" Ron said, still half asleep.
"Ron, Hermione loves you!"
"What!" exclaimed Ron, bolting straight upright. "Am I still dreaming?"
"No, you're not," Hermione smiled, walking over to his bed, "I love you Ron."
"I love you too Hermione. And you know that. That's why you fainted, remember? I was just about to ask you out."
"What? I don't remember that!"
"Oh. Maybe it was because you fainted and smashed your head on the floor."
"Oh I'm sorry Ron! If I'd known I would never have gone out with Harry for so long! I'm sorry. You must have thought I was a real cow!"
"So that's what was going on between you two when I saw Hermione faint! I'm sorry Ron. I understand why you called me a 'Hermione stealer' now! I would never have asked Hermione out if I'd known!"
"Alright, alright! You're both forgiven! Just stop apologizing ok?" Ron said laughing, "Anyway. Hermione, will you go out with me?"
"Of course I will!" she replied, and they kissed.
"Can't you do that in private!" Harry laughed, but smiled at the couple anyway. It was obvious they were meant to be together.
"You're sure you're alright about this Harry?" asked Ron.
"Yeah, me and Hermione just weren't meant to be. And now I know what love is, I think I might actually have a thing for someone else," he said, a smile spreading over his face.
"Who?" Ron asked, also grinning.
"Not telling."
"We'll tickle you!" Hermione said, springing from the bed towards Harry.
"No!" Harry squealed, running away, but Hermione had already leapt on top of him. Ron joined in too.
"No! Get off me! I need the loo you two! Help!" he giggled.
"We're not stopping till you tell us who," Ron said.
"Seriously, I'm gonna wet myself! No! Alright, alright! It's Ginny!"
Ron and Hermione stopped tickling Harry, but it was too late.
AN: The end. Harry went out with Ginny and they all lived happily ever after. Except for the fact that Voldemort was still trying to kill him. Well anyway, that doesn't come into this story so you don't need to worry about it. So what did you think? Please R&R NOW! Or else.
