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A/N: Hee hee, long time, no write. Ok, here's what happened: I meant to update sooner I really did. I wrote the epilogue like ages ago (kind of like how JK Rowling wrote the final chapter of the seventh book, LOL). But I had some fine tuning to do. But the next day, I sort of forgot about it. And the day after that. Pretty soon...thirteen days go by. Funny, no? Don't kill me. But the important thing is, I FINALLY updated.

So, here's a bit of fluff for you. It has nothing whatsoever to do with the plot but it makes you feel giddy (well, it made me feel giddy...). Ok, I'll stop talking.

Nearly an hour later, Ron and Hermione were still at it. The euphoria of the first couple of kisses somewhat fading, Hermione began to wonder if they should head back to the Great Hall. Sometime during their little snogfest, Hermione was pushed down on the sofa with Ron...let's just say that they would be in a rather compromising situation if they were caught. When Ron removed his mouth to nuzzle her neck, Hermione took that opportunity to voice her worries.

"Ron?"

"Hmm?"

"I hate to say this but shouldn't we head back? I mean, people would start to wonder."

"So?"

"So, they might come looking for us. And they might see us like this."

"And this is coming from the girl who sang about her 'humps' in front of the entire school."

Hermione pulled out of his grasp, giving him a McGonagall worthy stare. Ron instantly moved to other side of the sofa.

"Merlin! You know you're scary when you do that?"

This remark rewarded him with an even fiercer stare.

"I-I mean," stuttered Ron. "You're right. People will start to wonder. Gee Hermione, you're so brilliant. You always think of everything." He flashed her a wide grin.

Hermione attempted to keep the stern face but couldn't help it; she let out a snort of laughter. "Cheeky prat," she said as she pulled him up and led him out the door.

Once in the Great Hall, they were greeted with a surprising sight. It appeared that plans for a talent show were completely discarded and replaced with plans for the entire student body to dance with wild abandon to the Wireless Wizarding Network.

"Oh dear, what happened here?"

"I dunno."

In the throng of Hogwarts students (and even some staff members), Ron noticed Lavender dancing with Seamus. Their eyes met. Lavender took that moment to promiscuously rub up against Seamus. Seamus closed his eyes in ecstasy, not noticing Lavender's gaze. Ron responded by grabbing Hermione and giving her a long, deep kiss. Ron looked back at Lavender. She gave him a furious glare and turned her back on him. Ron grinned, satisfied. Hermione, confused by the unexpected kiss, looked in the direction where he was grinning at. She saw Lavender and grinned, too. "Ron, you're an idiot. C'mon, let's go look for Harry."

Not far from Lavender, they spotted both Harry and Ginny dancing together.

"Hey," said Ginny brightly when she saw them. "We were wondering where you lot went off to."

"Seems like you've finally made up," smirked Harry, eyeing their interlaced fingers, disheveled hair and flushed faces. At his comment, their faces became even redder.

"See, Hermione, it worked," said Ginny, grinning broadly. "And you started having doubts."

"Wait, you were involved in the plan, too?" said Ron, shaking his head. "I should have known. And Harry, did you know about it, too?"

"Guilty," Harry grinned, not looking guilty at all.

"Unbelievable," sighed Ron. "My own sister and best friend turned against me."

"Oh, Ron," said Hermione, rolling her eyes. "Such a drama witch. Anyways, what's going on? What happened to the talent show?"

"Well, after Hermione's act," said Harry, eyes twinkling, "which, if I may add, was the one of the sexiest–"

"Get on with it, Potter," growled Ron.

"Alright, alright," laughed Harry. "The rest of the show went kind of downhill. By the third act, which involved a weird bloke from Slytherin singing a Celestina ballad, people started chucking food, yelling 'We want Hermione, we want Hermione!'"– Hermione beamed at this; Ron frowned– "Then someone had the brains to turn on the WWN before it turned into a full-scale riot, so here we are now."

"Well, why couldn't there be a dance in the first place?" said a disgruntled Ron. "We wouldn't've had to go through all this..." He trailed off, glancing at Hermione.

"Oh, Ron," said Hermione, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Honestly. C'mon Ginny, let's go get some punch."

This, of course, was code for "Let's go somewhere away from Ron. I've got so much to tell you! And you need to tell me why you were dancing with Harry!"

Ron must have been thinking along the same lines because as soon as the girls left, Ron gave Harry a suspicious look. Harry looked at him, puzzled.

"Hi?" said Harry, uncertainly.

"Where'd Thomas go?"

Comprehension dawned on Harry. "Listen, I can explain. He and Ginny had a fight or something. She was yelling about how he was being so clingy and then he's like 'Yeah? Well, cling on this' and then he ditches her and the next thing I knew Ginny was dragging me to the dance floor, saying 'Let's dance.' I told her maybe we shouldn't but she just ignores me."

"So, you weren't trying to get fresh with her?"

"What? No! Honestly, mate, we're just friends."

Ron glared at him a while longer then adopted a hopeful look.

"So, does this mean they've broken up?"

"No, I think they're just giving each other space."

"Damn. You know, if she had to date somebody, I'd rather have her date you than Thomas."

Harry brightened. "Really?" But that sounded too eager. "I mean, really."

Ron gave him another suspicious glance. "Yeah, really." He said it as if he doubted it himself.

"So," said Harry, attempting to change the subject. He gave Ron a wink and a nudge with his elbow. "How was it?"

"How was wha– Oh."

A dreamy look came over his face.

"It was..." he hesitated, thinking of the perfect word. "Wet."

Harry looked confused but then realized that Ron meant.

"You git," laughed Harry, punching him on his arm. Ron laughed as well and punched him back. They spent a couple of minutes just laughing and having a sort of male bonding moment thing.

"Looks like you lot are having fun," said Ginny, coming up and handing Ron and Harry glasses of punch.

"Yeah," said Ron, wiping his eyes. "We were having a sort of male bonding moment thing. Hey, where's Hermione?" Ron just noticed that Ginny came back alone.

"Oh," said Ginny, smirking slightly. "Well, we kept getting ambushed by Hermione's new 'fans,' so she told me to go on without her."

"What!" Ron quickly scanned the Hall for Hermione. He finally spotted her talking to Colin Creevey. Rather, he was doing the talking and Hermione was looking noticeably bored. But Ron only saw Creevey making moves on his Hermione. Faster than a Firebolt, he was right beside Hermione. He threw his jacket across her shoulders, slung an arm around her waist and glared at Colin.

"Is there a problem?"

"Oh, Ron. Colin was just telling me about his camera collection."

"Really? Sounds fascinating. Now, Creevey, if I ever see you so much as blink at Hermione, I'd be careful when going to the bathroom if I were you. Understand?"

It took all Hermione had to keep from laughing. Ron always had protective attitude regarding Hermione but this would need some getting used to. What added to her amusement was the look on Colin's face: his eyes were wide and his cheeks were red, head nodding like a bobble head doll. Poor, poor Colin.

"Good. Hermione, dear, you're looking parched. Let's go get some drinks."

Hermione felt it unnecessary to point out that she already had drinks and let Ron lead her anyways. Colin, of course, was left out. The last thing he heard before they disappeared was, "Hermione, I've been wondering this all night. What the hell is Dulce and Gabbana?"

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