Disclaimer: I can't come up with anything. It's to sad. I'll just say it's not mine. And it isn't.
Authors Note: This is it. The last chapter of A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes. Kinda sad, isn't it? Keep reviewing, and feel free to read my other fics. I'm planning on starting another one tomorrow ;) Thanks for all the wonderful reviews, they really mean much to me. Now, enjoy the very last chappie, and maybe you can have a sequal... ;)
The next couple of days was like a blurr to Ron. And this time it wasn't a happy one. Hermione wouldn't even talk to him and there was nothing he could do about it. Literally. She'd casted some spell that made him dangerously in need of a bathroom anytime he was near her. And now he sat her at the Tree Broomsticks, not having a clue about what to do. But he felt very proud as he came in at two o'clock, just to avoid Lavender. So he did not think it was quite fair.
"Harry," Ron stated, "I do not think this is quite fair."
Harry looked at him disbelievingly.
"And you think I bloody do? I practically haven't even seen Gin these past days, just because she has to be there for 'Mione! And whos bloody fault is it that she has to be there for 'Mione?"
Ron tried to back away slowly.
"Mine?" he whimpered.
"I haven't had a chance to snog my girlfriend for two bloody days, Ron! And I'm gonna put a stop to that right now!"
"Now!"
Harry paused, slightly abacked.
"What! No! When we find Gin and 'Mione. What'd you think?"
Ron breathed out and didn't answer, just glared suspiciously at his best friend.
"But I can't be near her," Ron said and then lowered his voice into a whisper. "Clean underwear are becoming a slight problem."
Harry just looked at him with disgust written all over his face.
"Mate, I really didn't need to know that. Anyway, now let me go talk to 'Mione. And I better not find you snogging Lavender orher cleavage when I come back!"
Ron just glared and gave him a two finger-salute. And with that, Harry left.
'Now what to do?' Ron thought to himself. He started humming a little tune he found quite catching.
After about twenty minutes Harry returned.
"How'd it go?" Ron asked nervously.
"Let's just say the toilet-spell has expanded to one more person," Harry stated painfully. "And leave it at that."
Ron gloomily started humming again. But this time it sounded suspiciously like the Funeral Marsch.
Then suddenly Hermione and Ginny entered. Both Ron and Harry looked at Hermione, then at each other, and then ran to the toilets. Hermione looked after them. She really missed Ron. Prick.
"You know," Ginny said, "I like that spell very much, I must say. Harry hasn't got on my nerves once the last few days."
But Hermione caught the hint of sadness that was in Ginnys voice, and felt bad. It was she who was keeping the redhead from her boyfriend.
"You go to him, Gin. I'll be fine."
She looked at her incredulously.
"Why would I ever go into that bathroom right now? Seriously, that's just plain disgusting, 'Mione."
Hermione sighed. Ginny was almost as thick as her brother sometimes. The thought made a lump in her throat, but she swallowed it immediately.
"I meant when he leave the bathroom, smartface."
Ginny snickered.
"You know, you could just say smartass like the rest of us. 'Smartface' doesn't make you sound more sofisticated. It kinda makes you sound like one."
She just glared at her.
"Thank you. Now go over to their table and talk to Harry when he gets out."
Ginny just nodded a thank you for her and went over just as the boys was leaving the bathroom, trying to keep a slight bit of dignity but failing miserably when you saw the look on their faces and how painfully they walked. It really was quite pathetic.
Harry and Ginny decided to grab a table for themselves and talk. Which meant snog. So Ron made a grossed out face and went to sit down at a table on his own. He looked around in the crowded and saw Hermione sitting a couple of tables away. Panicking, he looked at her and then the bathroom, but realised he didn't have to go. She'd lifted the spell. He turned to her again, and she smiled a little. So he decided to take a shot at it.
"Hey," he said and stood next to her at the table.
"Hi," she answered and looked down at her lap. "Wanna sit down?"
He smiled at her.
"Sure."
He whimpered a little while sitting down. The last couple of days had not been easy. Then it was quiet. VERY quiet.
"So. That's a nice spell you've got there. Kinda traumatazing, but otherwise brilliant."
'Merlin,' he thought to himself, 'you couldn't have said anything stupider?' But then he saw her smile, and felt damn proud. He'd done that.
"Yeah. That's what I went for, you know. Prick."
" I'ma prick?"
She smiled at him again.
"You sure are."
He glared at her and looked like he was going to strike back, but voted against it.
"OK. I accept that."
She laughed, then she remembered something.
"So, how went your date with Lavender?"
He gasped at her.
"My whatwith who !"
"You were supposed to take Lavender to Hogsmeade, remember?"
Ron blushed.
"Kinda hard to forget. But I didn't want to. I wasn't even here when I was supposed to meet her. It's you that I want, 'Mione. You have got to know that."
She beamed at him. 'Oh yes,' he thought, 'for once I did it perfectly.' Then suddenly she smacked his arm. Ow.That was gonna leave a mark.
"You stood a girl up on a date! You insensitive prick!"
Ron looked at her confused. 'Women!' he thought. 'What the bloody hell is wrong with them!'
"OK," he said, trying to sort it out, "we seem to be back at the whole 'prick' thing. It's rubbish. Don't tell me you don't just lovethat I stood up Lavender Brown!"
Hermionesofted a little, and even smiled at him.
"Yeah alright. You did well. And I forgive you."
He smiled as wide as he could. Hermione was his again. Just as he stretched his neck to kiss her softly he heard a voice beside him, and sighed when he recognized it.
"Ronald Weasley!" It was Lavender, standing with her hands on her hips and glaring furiously at Ron and Hermione. "How dareyou! I waited here for you for almost ten whole minutes! And here you are, with this... this bushy-headed skank!"
Ron fired up at those last words.
"Lavender," he said softly, "there never were anything between us. Because you are the skank. You're so damn annoying! And you're absolutely nothingcompared to this bushy-headed girl. She's in a different league than yours. And herleague is playing at Ron Weasley Field. Permanently."
Then he just turned away from her and looked at Hermione instead, but when Lavender made no sign of leaving he looked at her again.
"What, you want directions? Fine, take a hike."
Lavender suddenly found herself, snorted and left the Three Broomsticks furiously. When Ron turned back to Hermione he found himself wondering something.
"How did you know that I liked you?" he asked, brow furrowed.
Hermione smiled, obviously trying not to laugh.
"You kinda... sleeptalk." She was laughing openly now.
He blushed.
"Bloody hell," he said, "that's just plain embarrassing."
She was now frusting with laughter, but slowly calmed down.
"It really isn't." She smiled at him reassuringly.
'She's so beautiful,' he thought. 'And she's mine.'
"'Mione," he said seriously. "I kinda love you."
Her face broke into a smile and she kissed him slowly.
"I kinda love you too," she said with much feeling behind her words. Then, as she leant in for another passionate kiss she added under her breath, "prick."
He just smiled against her lips.
Harry and Ginny observed them a couple of tables away, with their heads closely together.
"So," Ginny said, smiling smugly, "looks like we'll have to share our snogging closet."
So, that's the end. What do y'all think about it? Let me know if you want a sequal! I'd really love to do one, so let me know if it'd work with you people ;) Th-th-th-that's all, folks!