A few days later, Ron was running the shop again as usual. They had just begun to test a new sweet that was supposed to turn your eyes different colors, alternating through the rainbow for a full hour. At the moment, they couldn't figure out how to get it past magenta, but it was nearing his break anwyay.

Turning to George and excusing himself from the test, he walked out just as another one of their hired guinea pigs chewed up a sweet, armed with a mirror and clipboard.

He walked up yet again to the small flat and resumed his favorite position in front of the window. He sighed, remembering the strange letter that was now laying nonchalantly next to a pile of order forms.

He heard footsteps up the stairs, and turned around, ready to ward off any mislead customer, but instead, faced Hermione.

"Hello," she said softly.

Ron stared.

"Thought I might need to pay you a visit. It seems we miscommunicated."

"Miscommunicated?" he said loudly. "I think we missed the whole bloody point, Hermione!"

He turned away from her and began to pace, hands on his head. Hermione looked at him.

"What was with the letter?" she asked finally.

He froze.

"What letter?" he asked, and Hermione heard sincerity in his voice.

"The letter you sent me, the one that had all the-" her voice cut off suddenly. She looked out the window, her cheeks pink.

"I didn't write you any letter. You might be confusing it with yours." He spat out the words.

"I didn't write you a letter!" Hermione fumed, turning from calm and collected into an angry chimaera in one instant.

"Here, look at it!" Ron said, grabbing Hermione's letter and thrusting it into her hands. She looked at it. "It's blank!" she said.

Ron grabbed it back from her and looked it over. Indeed, it was a blank sheet of paper.

"The letter you sent me is in my purse," she said icily. She reached in and pulled out a folded piece of paper. It, too, was blank.

Hermione's mouth was agape. Ron looked like he wanted to throw something. Then a soft chuckling came from a corner of the room.

Harry pulled of the Invisibility Cloak, revealing his and Ginny's presence. She was smiling.

A few moments passed.

"Confunded?" Ron asked Harry coldly.

"Harry had the idea," Ginny said simply.

"We decided that you two needed to work things out," Harry said, "So we found you, made you write a letter to each other, and forget that we ever came. The content was entirely your own.

"We took the letters and hid them where you would find them while you were out- Ron, under the couch, and Hermione, in shreds. We knew you would be curious and read them-"

"Don't ever say I don't know my brother and my best friend," Ginny interrupted, taking credit.

"But like I said, what you wrote was what you wrote. We didn't tell you what to write about at all. After reading them, we erased them. You'll never know what either of you wrote to each other. But Ginny and I got a good look at them after you finished, we got a real laugh out of Ron's."

Ginny sniggered at this remark.

"But anyway, hope this helped you," Harry concluded brightly. He and Ginny walked out the door to the flat.

"Um..."

"Uh...:

They didn't know how it happened, and nobody could explain it, but they were kissing by the time Harry and Ginny's footsteps stopped echoing through the stairwell.

Probably not the best ending, but I'll probably be writing a sequel about their dating lives and how the letters changed their views of each other. Bet you were all thinking that it would get finished with some grand gusto-moment? Sorry if you expected a Romeo-Juliet thing. But reviews are always welcome! THE END OF THE SERIES!!!