A/N: Awww… last chapter and yes, I realize that it's been a year or so since I've written. I feel insanely guilty, but Junior year bites. If you've ever been a Junior, you'd know. If you're a Junior, you'll sympathize. If you're going to be a Junior at any point, you'll understand. Anyway, my guilt has finally gotten to me. That, and I still haven't had my first D.A. meeting of the year. I am such a bad person. Anyhoo, enough about me, this all about you, the reader, I mean, that's who all writers are trying to impress. So, read, review, and most importantly, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Still, still, still, still, still don't own anything.

Cliché? Maybe.

"Ron?" a timid voice said as the door to Ron's dorm cracked opened. Shortly after, in popped a large bushy head. "Ron, I know you're in here. Ginny and Harry made that very obvious." Hermione surveyed the room. In the bed furthest from the doorm, she saw a few orange hairs sticking out from under the covers. "What they also made obvious," Hermione continued as she made her way over to Ron's hiding spot, "is that you are not pregnant." Plop. Hermione sat down on the edge of Ron's bed. Ron didn't move. Exasperated, Hermione continued, "Ron, I know you know I'm here. Could you just answer me already?"

There was no reply.

"Ronald Weasley!" Hermione exclaimed as she torn the sheets off of Ron. "What is the matter with you?!?!?!"

Ron continued to stay silent. He only stared up at Hermione, eyes wide.

"Ronald, this is completely ridiculous! You've been acting awfully strange all day. First you talk back to Snape, and then you're dreadfully rude to me, and then you pretend you're pregnant… I knew our sixth year was going to be difficult, what with NEWTs next year and everything, but you need to pace yourself. Naturally, I started studying ages ago, but you, you need to relax. You're not used to this kind of work like I am. If you'd like I could help you study. Yes! That sound's perfect. I'll come up with a schedule. How does…"

But Ron had interrupted Hermione by pulling her close and kissing her.

"That's why, Hermione," Ron said when they finally pulled apart.

It was Hermione's turn to be silent.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that," Ron began uncharacteristically serious. "I've been acting weird today because… because I was in denial, I suppose. Ginny and Harry saw it, hell, the whole school saw it, but I just couldn't get myself to admit it. You know?" They were both silent again, then after Hermione made no response, Ron mumbled, "I'd understand if you didn't feel the same way." Slowly, Ron got up and made his way to the door, his face the color of a red rose.

"Ron! Wait!" Hermione called after him.

Ron froze. He turned around and faced Hermione. For a split second, they locked eyes. Hermione broke this short, yet intense staring contest by grabbing him by the shoulders and inching forward until their lips met.

This kiss was the kind of kiss that could stop time. The kind of kiss that dreams are made of. The kind of kiss every girl desires. The cliché kiss that ever romantic story or fairy tale needs.

"How's that for an answer?" Hermione asked after they finally pulled apart.

A few months later, Ron, Harry, and Neville were lounging by the lake when Ginny came up to them and sat herself down right next to Harry. "How's everything going?" she asked in a conversational tone to the now completely silent group. It was the kind of awkward silence that makes you paranoid because you feel like everyone was just talking about you, which, usually, is the case.

The three boys continued to sit in total silence, giving each other not so sly glances. No one knew what to say.

"Does she know?" Neville finally whispered to Ron and Harry, barely moving his lips. They both shook their heads in almost complete unison. "Oh…"

"Do I know what?" Ginny asked with a cautious look in her eye, no longer smiling

"Nothing," Harry said slowly as he avoided Ginny's narrow eyes.

"Obviously not," Ginny observed, "or else Neville wouldn't have said anything. So, what do I know… or rather, not know?"

"Nothing," Ron replied this time getting slightly red around the ears. "Umm… I've gotta go…study for… erm…Herbology…" he mumbled as he pushed himself off the grass where he'd just been sitting.

"Yeah, I… I'd… I'd better go too. I'm suppose to help him study for…for… for Herbology," Neville stuttered as he leapt after Ron, who was almost inside the castle.

"Harry James Potter, you'd better tell me what's going on!"

"Umm… was that? I think it was. I think I hear a dementor," Harry said as he popped up and left Ginny by herself at the edge of the lake, and sprinted toward the castle.

"Stupid gits," Ginny muttered to herself as she got up and made her way back to the castle. The whole time she could not figure out what Neville could have been talking about. A death? No, she would have heard about that in the Daily Prophet. Snape was fired? If only. Buried treasure? Highly unlikely.

All throughout her History of Magic class, Ginny's mind kept drifting to what Neville could have been referring to, each suggestion more ridiculous than the last. The more boring Professor Binns became, the more outrageous the images were that reeled in Ginny's mind. She even thought that the three of them might have built a life size model of Hogwarts out of Chocolate Frogs.

By the time class was over, Ginny had thought of everything, but she still had no idea what Neville could have been talking about. Lost in her thoughts she wandered down the hallway, barely stopping to say hello to Ron and Hermione, who were holding hands. She made it about a seven and a half steps before what she'd seen had registered. "OMG!" Ginny gasped as she pointed to their hands. "You… two… OMG! Wow… that's what… OMG! Neville… he knew… before me!" Ginny sputtered.

Hermione tried to conceal her giggles as Ron turned bright red.

Finally, Ginny came to her senses. "How come you two didn't tell me? I mean, Neville found out before me! Who else knows? This totally messes up the whole polling system. I mean…"

"Ginny," Hermione cut it, "Eddie Carmichael won."

"Which is strange," Ron added, "because we don't even know him."

"How could you not tell me?" Ginny said angrily.

"Well, we knew you'd make a big deal about it," Ron replied, still rather red.

"How could I not? It's finally happened!!! I can't believe it. Do you know how long I've waited for this moment?"

"A long time?" a voice said out of nowhere.

Harry came up behind Ginny. "Did you know?" Ginny questioned with her eyes narrowed.

"Was that… I think it was. The dementors, they're back…"

Harry tried to escape, but Ginny grabbed his robes. "You did know, didn't you?"

"Erm…"

"Harry James Potter! How could you not have told me?" Ginny screeched as she repeatedly smacked him with her unusually full book bag. "Was that… was that a double date we went on a few weeks ago? It was wasn't it?" Ginny said without letting anyone answer. "How could none of you have told me?" Ginny asked as she continued to hit Harry.

"Love hurts," Harry managed to say as Hermione and Ron laughed.

A/N: Yes, I realize that this chapter may be a bit… fluffy, but I'm sure y'all can find a bit of humor in it. Right? Oh well, if not I hope you enjoyed it at least a tiny bit. I promise I'll never become a fluff writer. But wowzers, it's done. Well, I hope y'all liked it, I know I did. Anyhoo, let me know whatcha think on either the chapter or the whole story. As always, I'm open to all comments – constructive criticism, praise, whatever your heart tells you to do. I'll be waiting.