A/N: Thank you guys for continuing to read this! I hope you like it. Thank you to happiness8000, starrya47 (is that how you spell it? I suck, I'm sorry) for letting me know what you guys think and also to powerskat from tumblr for enjoying this story so much that she made her way over here AND proceeded to review every chapter. I was going to drag this out, but I think this might be the final chapter. I like it better this way.

Fred apparated, landing outside the door to Harry and Ginny's flat. He groaned and leant his head against the door, contemplating whether it would be smarter to continuously bang his face against the hard surface or try to reason with his sister and the most stubborn witch he knew. In the midst of his contemplation (head banging was winning) the door opened inwards and Fred fell directly onto a surprised Harry, who had been on his way back to work.

"Fred!" Harry exclaimed, untangling himself and helping the other wizard up. "Are you crazy?"

Fred looked at him morosely.

"I have to face them sometime."

Harry shook his head and walked out the door, clapping him the back as he went.

"Good luck mate."

He smiled weakly. He was going to need it.

Ginny looked up from comforting her friend to see the cause of the problem standing sheepishly in the doorframe. She grimaced at him but stood up to leave, knowing they needed the chance to speak alone. Before she left, however she narrowed her eyes letting her brother know if he screwed this up again, he would pay.

Someone cleared their throat behind her. She turned in her seat, a fresh wave of tears threatening to rise when she saw who it was. What was that, that prick doing here?

"What the hell do you want Weasley?" She spat, trying not to give into the urge to see if her right hook was as good as she remembered. It was almost worth feeling this bad to watch him squirm, she thought wryly.

Fred coughed, trying desperately to think of something to say that wouldn't result in the violence he saw in her eyes manifesting.

"I'm sorry!" He blurted out, feeling more ashamed of his actions by the second. "I felt like such a fool after - "

"You felt like a fool? HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL?" She screamed, standing up to leave again.

Not this time you don't, he thought grimly.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her to him, caressing her cheek with his thumb as he looked down at the girl he had hurt so badly with his stupidity.

"I'm - I'm in love with you." He choked out. "I have been for years and when you left last night, it almost killed me. I have been waiting for my chance since the night I saw you walk down those stairs dressed in silk with the stars in your eyes. I watched you with my brother, of all people, watched you two together and I ached, thinking that you were going to marry him, thinking I would never get the opportunity to tell you how I felt."

Hermione sniffled, anger still evident in the way she stood but her eyes were softening bit by bit.

"When I saw you walk out with his hand in yours, dressed in white and - glowing." He continued. "I was so angry, so frustrated that you were wearing that dress for him. Then when you said you weren't getting married my heart flew. I had you alone that night, and all I did was stare like an idiot. I just looked at you! No wonder you left. But it felt like I had failed. The girl I'd been in love with for years had walked away and I didn't know how to deal with it. I was petty and pathetic, and I am so, so sorry 'Mione."

He looked down at her, tearfilled eyes staring back at him and glistening with thoughts he was dying to hear. Please, please say something, he thought, hoping feverishly that she felt the same even after his immature actions. If she didn't... He didn't want to think about it.

She stepped back from him, love in her eyes and slapped him hard in the face. He reeled back. Maybe he had misread the gleam in her eyes, he thought wryly, though he couldn't say he didn't deserve it.

"You absolute prat." She said lovingly as he rubbed his now stinging cheek.

She stepped forward, into his arms and kissed him soundly. He almost melted into a puddle on the floor. The girl he had loved for so long was kissing him and it was better than he had ever imagined. He leaned into her, running his fingers through her hair and pulling her in closer til their mouths melded fully. She let out a tiny sigh, nipping his lip and sweeping her tongue against his. He moaned.

"Ahem." Came a voice from behind them. "This is still my living room and that's still my brother. I don't want to see that."

Hermione flushed, happiness and embarassment at getting carried away mingling on her skin as he pulled her close, not willing to part with her just yet. Ginny just smiled and shook her head, muttering about young love.

"I love you." He said, rubbing his nose against hers and grinning so hard he thought his face would split.

"I know."