a/n: BACK AGAIN FOR THE FINAL HURRAH. Here's the last part, I've had SO much fun writing these guys, and I hope you've enjoyed getting to read them! Let me know what you think in the comments (and feel free to check out my author profile for some more HP fics)! As per usual, I own absolutely nothing, J.K. Rowling is brilliant and fantastic.

Chapter 5: Parting is Such Suite Sorrow

Mid-Late December

Hermione shivered as she walked briskly back to her dorm from her last exam of the term, her wool coat doing a barely adequate job of staying the cold. Her fingers felt frozen in their thin gloves as she turned the key in the lock, and as she breathed out a puff of air before entering the building, she found herself grateful to be home.

A tremor ran through her as she took off her winter coat and draped it gently over a chair in the living area. She ran her hands over her arms rapidly in a futile attempt to create some warmth before deciding that a blanket and some cozy clothes would be the best option.

She pushed her thick braid back over her shoulder as she gently unlocked and pushed open the door to her dorm room. Ginny was lying on her bed thumbing through a textbook and occasionally asking questions of Harry, who was sitting with his legs around the back of Ginny's desk chair looking more bored by the second. Harry's face brightened as soon as he saw Hermione enter the room.

"..which resulted in the establishment of- Hermione! Great to see you!" Harry grinned widely at the distraction, while Ginny rolled her eyes at her boyfriend's serious aversion to studying.

"How was your Economics exam, 'Mione?" Ginny asked cheerfully, deciding to turn her attention to someone who cared about their academics. Hermione made her way over to her dresser while answering.

"I suppose it wasn't awful. There were a few questions that they asked about nonprice determinants between supply and demand that nearly tripped me up, but it felt good," Hermione smiled as she opened a drawer to grab navy blue flannel pants and a light pink thermal henley before hastily moving to collect the thick blanket from off of her bed.

"That's great!" Ginny exclaimed, a bit too enthusiastically, before speaking again, this time with a bit more trepidation. "I meant to talk to you about something, 'Mione, and uh, since you're here, I figured I might as well…" She trailed off uncertainly.

"What is it Gin? Do you want Harry to step out for a moment?" Hermione asked, eager to get into some warmer clothes.

Ginny blushed furiously and nodded. Harry dutifully stood up and saluted as he made his way towards the door.

"Don't think this means I've forgotten about your studying Harry!" Ginny yelled after him. He turned around in the doorway to send his girlfriend a wink and a thumbs up from behind their friend's back. As Hermione turned around to see him off, Ginny sent a wink back and Harry smiled broadly before shutting the door quietly.

"Alright, what's going on?" Hermione inquired again as she placed the blanket and clothes in her hands on her bed.

Ginny's face became a rather endearing shade of pink as she picked at her blanket, unwilling to look her best friend in the eyes. "Well, Harry and I have been seeing each other for nearly two years now, and I thought it might be nice if we were to, you know, take things to the next level in our relationship…" she trailed off, raising her eyes to meet Hermione's gaze sheepishly.

"Ginny, did you get yourself engaged?" Hermione whispered fiercely, shocked that her friend would do such a thing- well, now that she thought about it, Ginny was a fairly rash decision-maker… Her thoughts were cut off by Ginny shaking her head frantically.

"No, of course not, absolutely not! If the question were to come up, I certainly wouldn't be opposed, but no, that's not exactly what I meant…" she blushed again, and Hermione suddenly realized the connotation behind her previous words.

"Oh. Well, I was going to be in the common area this evening anyhow, I've got nothing left to study for, so I figured I would curl up on the sofa with a good book or something. I can certainly stay out of here if your intent is to consummate your relationship," Hermione paused and blushed nearly as deeply as Ginny had a few minutes earlier. "I'll just grab a few things and head out there then, yeah?" She got up rather distractedly and grabbed the items off of her bed, as well as two large novels and a pillow, before hastily making her way to the door frame and pausing to face her friend.

"Just… uh, be safe, right?" Hermione squeaked out, and Ginny turned a shade even darker than before, as her friend quickly opened the door and walked out, only to run into Harry. Ginny watched as a flustered Hermione attempted to collect herself, before mumbling, "She's all yours," to Harry and disappearing behind the wall, presumably to set up camp on the sofa.

"I take it that went well then?" Harry smirked as he re-entered the bedroom and shut the door with a quiet 'click'.

Ginny's face, still tinged with pink, schooled itself into a threatening expression as she pointed at the textbook in front of her.

"For Hermione and Fred, certainly. You, on the other hand, have some work to do, my dear, before we can head out for our date this evening."

Harry groaned and settled back into Ginny's desk chair to finish their review session.

Meanwhile, in the neighboring suite, Fred and George were having a similar conversation while George's girlfriend, Angelina, was using the bathroom.

"C'mon George, you couldn't have chosen a warmer day for this frolick in the fields?" Fred protested and smirked as his brother adopted a rather telltale blush across his cheeks.

Ignoring his brother's question, George replied, "Fred, you know I wouldn't normally ask this of you, but Ang is leaving to go home tomorrow, and then next term she'll be in the states, you heard her! That'll be a full six months of me not seeing her! I just wanted to be able to savor the moments I have left with her before she leaves."

"I expect that's not all you'll be savoring, brother dearest," Fred chuckled before ducking to avoid being hit by the magazine his brother threw at him.

"Fred," George said menacingly, "Don't make me make you leave this room."

Fred sighed dramatically while grabbing an old sweater and a pair of pajama pants and changing into them before heading out towards the common area. He stopped at the doorway before turning around to face his brother with a more hesitant expression on his face.

"Don't forget to uh… I mean it's in the drawer, so just…" He trailed off weakly, "Have fun, I 'spose." With that he rushed out of the room and sat down on the sofa, opposite a blanket and a pile of books.

On her way to the bathroom, Hermione bumped into Angelina and exchanged polite pleasantries with the girl, who had grinned at Hermione and whispered "Have yourself some fun tonight," before heading back toward Fred and George's dorm. Hermione stood at the entrance to the bathroom for a moment, then shook her head and stepped inside to change.

When she had finished, she made her way back to the sofa only to find a redhead occupying a large majority of its space. She cleared her throat to alert him of her arrival, all the while feverishly hoping that by some miracle of God, this was George sitting here on the sofa. Surprised brown eyes turned to meet hers, and she internally groaned as she noticed the scar near the right eyebrow that identified the man before her as Fred.

"Fancy seeing you out here," he smirked, "reading a book. The workload must be light today!"

"If you must know, I completed my last exam today," she said rather icily before grabbing her blanket and wrapping it around her and sitting daintily at the other end of the sofa.

"How was it?" Fred asked, a genuine curiosity present on his face that made Hermione pause for a moment.

"It went well enough, I suppose," she said quietly, before opening up her book to the current chapter she was in and getting comfortable in her blanket.

A few chapters later, she thought she heard a loud thump come from outside, and stood up to investigate. Fred stirred on the sofa and wiped at his eyes before asking her what the matter was.

"I heard a noise out there, a loud thumping sound," she murmured before facing the windows of their suite.

"My guess is that it was just some snow," Fred said before yawning and sitting up fully on the sofa. "Nothing to worry about, really."

Hermione turned back toward him and nodded absentmindedly, suddenly very aware of how attractive she found the redhead sitting a few meters from her. She sat back down and was about to reopen her book when she noticed Fred shivering next to her.

"Fred, you're shaking! Why didn't you grab a blanket before you came out? You ought to go get one from your room."

Fred shook his head curtly, and his expression darkened slightly before he muttered, "Can't, George's in there with Angelina."

A puzzled expression crossed Hermione's face before she spoke again. "Angelina being here has never stopped you from going in your room before, why would now be any diff- oh. When you said he was in there with Angelina, you meant he was in there with Angelina."

Fred smiled slightly at Hermione's innocent blush and nodded. "You too, I presume? Ginny rarely kicks people out of her room for much else."

Hermione blushed further before a thought crossed her mind. "If you move over a bit, we can share this one," she paused, looking flustered for a moment before continuing hesitantly, "If you want it, that is. If not, I can just give it to you, I mean, I've got warm enough clothes on to be fine…" She trailed off and looked up at Fred endearingly, which only brightened his gentle smile.

"I think I'll take you up on that offer, 'Mione. I'm freezing," He said as he scooted across the sofa to sit next to her. She lifted the blanket up for him to slide under, the exchange forcing one of her hands to linger on one of his for a moment. For a moment, she allowed her mind to wander and imagined what it would be like to properly hold his hand but quickly dismissed that thought as Fred's voice disrupted her reverie.

"Blimey, you're cold!"

"Yes, well, I've got poor circulation," Hermione explained as she reached for her novel again. Before her hands could brush the smooth leather of her book, however, they were captured by a warm entity. Looking up, she saw Fred's hands on her own and raised an eyebrow at him before he winked and pulled her hands closer to him.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked, but as she looked on, Fred had already begun rubbing his hands on hers and blowing warm air over them.

Oh, she thought, he's trying to warm me up, that's…. kind of him.

"Is that any better?" Fred inquired, still trapping her hands between his. She nodded and he beamed before reluctantly letting go of her hands. "So what do you have there? Anything juicy?

Beginning to worry that her blush was permanent, Hermione shook her head and picked up the book. "It's a young adult novel that I never got around to reading, about a boy who falls head over heels for this girl who has no idea that he fancies her. They've been acquaintances for a while, but she apparently thought that no one could ever fall for her, and then they get stuck in an awkward but adorable sort of relationship….It's a bit sappy, to be honest, but I'm a sucker for a good romance," she giggled as she ducked her head ashamedly.

Fred couldn't help but see the similarities between this story and the last few months he had spent slowly falling for the girl in front of him, and in a moment of sheer determination, he jumped up off of the sofa.

"You know what would warm you up, 'Mione?" He grinned, albeit a little uncertainly, not that Hermione could tell. She tilted her head in surprise and let a small smile grace her features before shaking her head 'no'. "Dancing!" He said as he looked down at her with such a gentle gaze that Hermione felt a shiver run down her spine.

Hermione's eyes grew wide. She liked to think that she was adept at many things, but by no means was she a good dancer. She had just bitten her lip and looked down when a lightly freckled hand appeared in front of her.

"May I have this dance, m'lady?" Fred offered with a charming smile, as the opening notes of a gentle Ingrid Michaelson song began to play off of his phone. She blushed and took his hand, standing hesitantly before him, a bewildered expression on her face. He pulled her hand towards him and placed a chaste kiss on the top, making Hermione's hand tingle and her stomach flip. He sent a sweet smile her way as he whispered: "Miss Granger, always a pleasure."

And then they were dancing, slowly, delicately, around the small living room. Hermione's brain stopped whirring as hesitant steps in the direction of her partner became gentle sways, while her head rested against his chest, a contented sigh escaping from between her lips every so often. As time went on, even the swaying abated, and all that remained was a man and a woman, very much looking as if they were in love as they held each other close and nestled into the other's very presence.

All too soon, Hermione's brain turned back on, and she turned her head to gaze up at Fred. "What is this? What are we doing?"

Fred leaned closer to her, and whispered quietly, "We're dancing, love," before lightly brushing his lips against hers.

The tingling that had lingered in her hand were long forgotten in the explosions that went off in Hermione's mind. Fred kissed me! Fred kissed me! What do I do now? She looked up to see an unusual expression on Fred's face, one that neared uncertainty, and realized her lack of a response must have given him the wrong impression. Before she could persuade herself otherwise, she moved a hand to the back of Fred's neck and pulled him down to capture his mouth in a sweet kiss, pulling away reluctantly with a bashful glint in her eyes.

Fred, on the other hand, had looked equal parts shocked and enamored when Hermione had pulled him towards her, and now was eyeing her with a particularly tender expression that made her want to draw him close in an embrace and never release him. She yawned lightly as she approached him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"You look drowsy, what do you say we take a little nap?" Fred offered gently as he looked down at the quickly tiring woman currently trapping him in a hug. He chuckled as she nodded and began moving over to the sofa with him in tow, refusing to relinquish her hold on him.

Hermione sat down in the corner, as she usually did, and Fred laid down as he had before, but this time, he pulled Hermione towards him so that she would be comfortably reclined with her back facing away from him, and her head rested against his chest. He lifted the blanket and situated it comfortably over the both of them before draping an arm over Hermione's waist and leaning back onto his pillow.

"Hey 'Mione?"

"Mmwhat Fred?"

"I've been waiting three years to do that."

Hermione let out a happy sigh with a slight smile before drifting off to sleep, with Fred following close behind.

An hour later, Ginny and George gingerly opened the door to their flat with Harry in tow, the latter offering Ginny support as she limped slightly into the room, while George silently closed the door.

"I told you climbing out the window would be a bad idea, Gin. Why couldn't we have just stayed in your dorm and watched a movie?" Harry offered quietly as he helped Ginny to a chair.

"They would've known something was up, you know you would've chosen a comedy and then they'd have heard us laughing to ourselves. Besides, George and Angelina were fine, it's not my fault that branch wasn't as stable after holding three other people's weight." Ginny griped. "Where are the two lovebirds anyway?" She questioned George, who had moved in front of the sofa and frozen. Saying nothing, he nodded his head at the sight before him, which was blocked by the back of the sofa. Not wanting to aggravate her sore ankle any more than she already had, Ginny motioned to Harry to go observe and report back.

Harry crept around the edge of the sofa quietly, heeding George's hushed warning of a finger across his lips, and smiled at the sight he saw. Hermione was nestled into Fred, and sleeping soundly, while Fred had draped an arm protectively around her before apparently also drifting off, his head tilted and rested on top of hers.

"What is it?" Ginny whispered, "I want to see!"

"Hold on, I'll take a picture for you," Harry said as he pulled out his phone to document the scene before him. Ginny was surely going to use this as blackmail later on, well, either as blackmail or as a photo in their wedding. Edging around the sofa, he placed his phone on Ginny's lap, the digital evidence fully displayed before her.

Her eyes went wide and she grinned enthusiastically. I'm glad they finally gave in, she thought, I was running out of plots to throw them together.

a/n: And so we've reached the end. I'm sad to see it go, I rather liked these cute little chapters. I'm quite pleased with how the plot ended up working out through all of this, and I hope you are too! Let me know what you think in the reviews, and feel free to check out my other works on my author page if you're interested!

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