CHAPTER 9: THE END

"Let go of me, Ron." Hermione yanked her arm. Ron, being just as stubborn as her, however, didn't let go.

"Not until you listen to me."

Hermione tried again to get her arm loose before giving up. "Oh, whatever. But go over there. I don't want prying eyes."

Ron complied, and they made their way over to an empty corner of the bar. "What do you want?" Hermione hissed, her voice icy cold. Ron shivered for a moment, as if the coldness of her words had splashed over him, before getting his bearings.

"How come you always assume the worst about me?" He asked. Hermione's eyes got wide, and Ron looked just as surprised as her.

"I don't." She said, trying not to make her voice sound as unsure as she was. She resumed her glare at him and continued. "When have I ever done that?"

Ron shook his head. "How about First year? Or Second? Or maybe Third… I could go on all bloody day." He wasn't yelling, but his face was red with frustration and his blue eyes were flashing. "You always think I'm this big idiot who won't ever 'get it'. You want me to understand your actions without you saying anything and I didn't pass Divination, HERMIONE!"? He had started yelling.

"I know you didn't." was all Hermione could say while looking at the ground. She was thinking over what he said, before she snapped her head up. "But you want me to be so patient with you, when you can't even stand to have it dished back! You want me to be so perfect! You want me to comprehend every action you take, and be perfectly fine with you keeping things from me! Not telling me who you'll be drinking with is a lot worse than withholding emotions!"

"You are supposed to be the smart one, Hermione! You aren't supposed to be a nutter and assume I'm cheating when I see another girl at a bar. If you'd only asked why Lavender-" Hermione opened her mouth and looked suddenly enraged at the mention of the other girls' name, but Ron barreled through. "You let me finish! If you'd only asked, I would have told you, she wanted help getting to Seamus!"

Hermione's anger melted, but Ron seemed on a tangent. "So you just go bonkers in the middle of the pub, storming out and making me look like a right git… And to come home and find you leaving! It's just not fair, Hermione. And then, in the Prophet…" Ron was still raving when Hermione stood up on her toes, leaned in, and kissed him.

Ron wrapped his arms around Hermione, and suddenly, the past was behind them. Lavender was nothing, and so was Viktor. It was just those two, the way it should have been since First year, the way it should be.

"Nice going, mate!" Ron and Hermione pulled apart, to see the whole of the pub staring at them. Harry was clapping, and had a very mischievous smile on his face.

"Oh, come off it!" Ron bellowed.

Ginny, who was hanging off Harry, yelled back in a very slurred voice. "Maybe you shouldn't yell so much if you don't want an audience!"

Ron and Hermione looked at each other, and pulled into another hug, right before Apparating back to their flat.

"I'll have to get my stuff from Ginny's." Hermione said as they landed, but she didn't have a chance to Apparate to her friend's flat. Ron had her pinned against his body, in a frenzied kiss that said so many things to her soul. I missed you. I love you so much. Never leave again. I was a wreck without you. Hermione tried to respond accordingly, and hadn't even realized they had made their way to the living room. She glanced around and saw food wrappers, dirty clothes and fire whiskey bottles strewn across the floor.

"Ronald, this place is a mess! We really should get to clea-" Ron had cut her off again with a searing kiss. He pulled her to the bedroom, where she was met with a room covered in dust and take-out bags.

Ron looked at her sheepishly. "Well, I guess my mum was right about me."

"What's that?" Hermione asked, distractedly, as she was walking around, grabbing the rubbish and piling it in her arms.

"I would never be able to live without you."

And with that, Hermione tossed all the garbage onto the floor and tackled her boyfriend. Luckily, the bed was right behind him, so there, they fell.

The End.

A/N: D'awww. I am such a sap.

Time gap: Yeah, wow, sorry. Well, you see, I got caught in this time machine and I went forward in time and met my great grandchildren. It was great, you shoulda been there. (Says the Fanfic author who just got lazy).

I really don't care for this story all of the sudden, and I don't blame you for hating it. But I promise I will never do a 'Ron and Hermione Break Up' cliché again. I have the whole HP future generation universe planned out, anyways.

I never had a beta for this whole story, and I also never put a disclaimer out, so here it is: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF ITS AFFILIATIONS.

Well, it's over with, so get off my lawn! -shakes fist-

THANKS! :D