Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the Characters.

"So don't you guys see? Everything that has happened, until this point in our lives, has happened the way it was meant to." Harry finished. He had been back for almost two hours and after making sure everything was right with the worls, he launched in to the explaination about his experience. "It has all happened to make us better, stronger people. Like your mother's death made you strong enough to walk away from your father and help fight him. And Ron everything a Death Eater could possibly get by force, pales in comparison to the love you have as part of the Order. Hermione, like it or not, we need you and you need us. We were meant to meet and become friends. We were meant to help each other through our obstacles. We were meant to go into our mission tomorrow, alongside eachother."

"Harry, we get it." Draco said and placed a finger over Harry's lips. "I do miss my mother. I hate that she had to die but I like what I've found because of her death." He leaned in and kissed Harry.

"And as much as I envy the Death Eaters for everything they have, I would never trade the things I do have for that life." Ron stated and kissed Hermione.

When the kiss ended Hermione said,

"Yeah, being friends with you two is difficult sometimes, but I've learned the difficult times help me appreciate the good times. Honestly, You two give me the will to continue living and I wouldn't change that for all the books in the world."

"Good." Harry replied. "Now, I am a little exhausted from my adventure, so let's get our rest. Tomorrow won't be easy."

"Umm..." Hermione began.

"No offense, Hermione, but i don't think I can handle more feelings tonight." Harry stated.

Hermione glared daggers at him, then replied,

"That's not what I was gonna say. I was wondering, since this could possibly be one or more of our last nights here.."

"Don't be pessimistic." Draco cut her off.

"I'm not. I'm being realistic. I just thought it might be nice to spend the night with each other. In case, we don't get anymore nights." Hermione finished.

"I like that idea." Ron stated.

"Me too." Harry said as he conjured two sleeping bags, big enough for two, and four pillows.

"I guess it would be nice." Draco added with a small smile.

The for transfigured their clothes into PJ's and crawled into the sleeping bags. Ron with Hermione and Draco with Harry and as they laid there, among friends, in the arms of their significant other, forcing away thoughts of tomorrow, not a single one would've changed a thing.

The End

A/N: I hope you all liked it. I took me five months to get it down on paper. But that's it. I don't think there will be a sequel unless I get asked by enough people.