The one, the only, Chapter 9.

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Well, it's been a long road, folks. Thanks to everyone for reviewing and I have to say, I might even do an epilogue. I don't know yet. Tell me if you want one. Heck, there might even be a sequel! If I did do one, it would be irregular updates, as I'm now back to my full-time-education (blah blah blah).

So here's the last chap in Ron's pov. Enjoy, and watch out for the epilogue!

Apology: The songs for this chapter may not match up to the last chapter. It's not a life or death thing...

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Ron's pov

"Do you want to dance?"

What did he just say? My head was screaming don't dance, but I took a rather large gulp of Butterbeer.

"Huh?" Hermione said, and she looked at me funnily.

"That means yes!" George replied gleefully, and grabbed my Hermione. I forced a smile and I actually (inwardly) laughed at her awkwardness. She caught my eye, and I didn't know my face could be any redder.

I listened out for the song. This was a joke. I had only heard it before when Hermione sung it once. By the Bugs, or something.

You think you lost your love,


When I saw her yesterday.


It's you she's thinking of


And she told me what to say.

I watched Hermione as she danced. Damn, George was a good dancer.

She says she loves you


And you know that can't be bad.


Yes, she loves you


And you know you should be glad. Ooh!

I have to admit I didn't really hear what Eloise was saying. And I'll also own up to staring at Hermione.

Eloise grabbed my arm.

"You will never guess what just happened," she gushed quietly, and she nudged her head to a brunette. "This guy just asked me to dance." She said, then realised what she had said. Her face twisted into a face of apology. "I am so, so sorry." She said, and she really meant it Then I realised why she was saying it.

I could hear the song overhead.

'She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah

She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah'

What an odd song, eh?

"Go on, dance with this guy," I said to Eloise. And I meant it. She obviously fancied him.

"Thanks," she said, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Then she dropped her voice. "Ask Hermione for a dance."

I spluttered for a while, then I realised she probably saw me staring at her for the past 2 hours.

"I've seen you gazing, you know," Eloise said, grinning now.

"Go dance before I change my mind," I said, and she scampered off to the dance floor.

George twirled Hermione and caught her in the pose. Merlin's beard, they were millimetres apart! I saw him murmur some thing.

Great, they were going to kiss.

And now it's up to you,


I think it's only fair,


Pride can hurt you, too,


Apologize to her

I saw Hermione wobble and I laughed to myself (everyone else on the table was dancing. Or what Harry and Ginny thought was dancing...)

Man, I wanted to know what they were saying.

Because she loves you


And you know that can't be bad.


Yes, she loves you


And you know you should be glad. Ooh!

Oh. My. God. He's leaning into her... they're actually going to kiss...

Not if I can bloody help it.

I was up in a flash and when I got to them I coughed loudly

'She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah'

What an ironic song. Geez, what was Dumbledore trying to do, dissect my torn heart?

"I was wondering if I could have this dance," I said, thankful I didn't stutter. That was the last thing I needed right now. Hermione practically jumped onto me, and we danced.

'She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah'

Thank Merlin the next song was slow.

"What about Eloise?" She asked. I gulped nervously.

"Well, in short, she ditched me," I said. I tried not to make a big deal out of it, honest!

"Pardon?" She said. I didn't answer at first; I just twirled her around on the spot. I hope I'm a good dancer. Not as good as bloody George...

"She said she fancied some other bloke, and he had just asked her to dance, so I told her to go and dance," I said, and she moved my hands from my waist to around my neck. Merlin's Beard! She certainly knew how to keep me on my toes.

"That was nice of you," She said. Was she taking the Mickey?

"Ron," She said, and I nodded slowly, as we turned to the music. "Why did you ask Eloise out?"

I did not see that coming. I felt my self get all hot and nervous and I took a deep breath. Just tell her you idiot!

"I, er... because... I – I wanted you to know how much I had, er, that I'm, um, changed," I finished. Sure, I stuttered, but I said it. I was very determined not to look at Hermione.

"I know," she said, and we danced closer. I peeked my eyes open.

"You do?" I said, not quite knowing of this was a good thing.

"Yes, I did,"

"Oh." I said, not knowing what to say. What are you supposed to say to that? I fancy you?

Then suddenly, she puts her head on my shoulder and we danced till the song ended. When it finished, however, I expected her to just go, but she didn't.

Just tell her!

"Ron, we must look really stupid," she said. What? As a couple, does she mean? Oh, I know her liking me is way too good to be true...

"Why?" I murmured, feeling like I should say something.

"Because this song is more upbeat then the last." And it was. But I can't dance quickly...

"Oh, OK," I said, and she moved her head up off of my chest. Did she have to?

I marvelled how we still managed to stay so close thought we were dancing more energetically.

Then I looked at her, and I knew I had to ask her.

"Hermione," I said, and I know I sounded serious. She even took a step back. Great. She thought I was a freak.

"Yes," she said, looking at me like I was a hard piece of homework.

"Do – do you fancy George?" I said, and she nearly burst out laughing. What was so funny? Was I not serious enough?

"No," she said, smiling at him. Eh?

Did she just say no? I can't help it – I had to double check.

"Are – are you sure?" I said.

"Yes," she said, and I looked at my eyes again. "But I do fancy someone else." She said, and my heart raced.

"You – you do?" I said, and for a second I was so happy... but then I realised it could be anyone...

"Who?" I asked, then immediately worried some more.

"I think you know who," she said, and she leant on her tip-toe and kissed me chastely on the lips.

Merlin's Beard!

"I think I do," I said, and with a final smile at her I understood; she liked me. I kissed her passionately on the lips. Man, I could get used to that.

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Well, that's it. Flames and all, tell me what you think!

Like I said earlier, there might be an epilogue, or maybe a chapter in Harry or Ginny's pov. You tell me and I'll write it (when I get a spare moment, mind you).

Now, go read my other stories, go on!

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