It took me a couple weeks to upload; sorry about the little wait. But here goes another chapter. THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER. I thank you for reading my story. Sorry if it is a little corny or like the end of an episode of Scooby-Doo where they get all technical and retell the story about the masked villain. It always bothered me that there were never any real monsters. Once again: I am sorry if it is the least bit corny. :) Anywho…here is chapter fourteen.

Previously on…What Was Silently Concealed

Hermione turned to Ginny and tilted her head slightly. "This is all your fault, isn't it?"

"Why would you say that Hermione?" Ginny replied. Her face was bent into a grin.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe the love potionOr the constant push for me and Ron to be together. "

"Whatever." Ginny sighed, "I guess I'll go now." She stood up and headed for the portrait hole, hoping they would let her escape without further questioning.

"No, I think we'd all love to hear an explanation." Harry chimed in from the other side of the room.

"Why do you think, Harry? You're attractive, you're kind, and you should be mine. But if Hermione hadn't gotten in the way…well then everything would be just fine."

"We'll I hate to tell you Ginny," Hermione smiled before walking over to Harry. She wrapped her hand firmly around his side before turning back to Ginny, "I did get in the way."

"Back at home, I saw you two together. I even tried to get Harry back. I really don't understand why he could give up so easily on me. I tried to be everything he wanted. I guess it was you Hermione that he truly wanted." Ginny couldn't help but let her face turn a shade of red that matched her hair quite graciously. She turned to Ron, her eyes about to tear. "I'm…sorry."

He shook his head, "Do something Ginny! I freakin' love her!" He pounded his foot on the ground before turning to Hermione and Harry. "Get off her mate, before I have to hurt you."

"Ronald, it's not worth it." Hermione retorted quite firmly. "Just forget it, I don't care if you love me or not. I love Harry. And if you keep saying you love me, well, I never want to talk to you again." She was aware she was being harsh, but Ron was under the effect of a love potion so she had to be mean or he wouldn't get the message.

"But Hermione…we had something!"

"We had bickering and awkward silences!" She screamed before turning hastily to Ginny, "How long?"

"How long until what?"

"How long 'till it wears off?"

Ginny smiled slightly before rolling her eyes and hesitantly answering, "Tomorrow morning,"

Harry shook his head and turned to the crowed of intent bystanders, "Who wants to knock him out?"

A small boy jumped up and down, he looked young enough to be a second year. Harry grinned slightly and beckoned for him to come over. The young boy shot a curse Ron's way and the looming red-head fell awkwardly to the ground. There was an outburst of giggles which was silenced by Harry's stern face.

"We can't just leave him here," Hermione squealed before backing away from Harry.

"Wanna bet?" Harry shrugged and shooed the crowd away. They cautiously headed back to their rooms, Ginny escaping in the mass of heads. Hermione, Harry and an unconscious Ron were left behind. "So…when this is all fixed, where does it leave us?"

Hermione smiled slightly and headed over to him, embracing him. She removed any proximity and kissed him. She tried to control the flight of uncontrollable hormones in her stomach, but she was never good at ignoring things. Soon they were caught up in the moment, not realizing at how fast the time passed. Soon they were tired enough to fall asleep on the couch and that was exactly what they did. They both hoped that this time Ron wouldn't interrupt their "moment".

Ron awoke the next morning with a sinking feeling in his stomach. He stood up with one swift moment and noticed Harry and Hermione on the couch, their frames entangled. He didn't feel anything. He didn't feel jealous, enraged, or even happy. He wanted to leave; he wanted to find his happiness. And maybe that was why he never said anything to them about what he saw that morning. When they finally awoke and headed to the great hall it was obvious the events of last evening had already spread about the school. Gossip always seemed to hand him the short end of the stick. Hermione and he entered the Great Hall. They were greeted by several shouts of obscene comments of which they both tried hard to ignore. Hermione was appalled at how immature the inhabitants of this school were, and this was supposed to be an institution of higher education. One would think they take pride in their actions. But the several hoots and "Harry Potter scored last night" were almost enough to push her over the edge. She had noticed as they ate the glances from girls at all four houses. It was like Harry was a piece of meat; she would have thrown him out if she didn't love him.

Breakfast passed slowly, but the day whizzed by until it was their alone time again. But they did not kiss, they did not hug, and they didn't do homework. They talked. And maybe Harry's ability to carry on an intelligent conversation was what made him even more attractive. Or maybe it was because he was finally hers. She was sure that would never change. They snuggled on the couch for a couple minutes before he let out an exhausting exhale.

"Hermione,"

"What Harry?"

"When the year's over and I go to see the Dursleys for the last time, do you think I'll be able to stay with you for the summer?"

"Harry, dear, try not to think so far ahead." She smiled mischievously before leaning her head on his chest and closing her eyes. Hopefully he didn't mind that she was going to stay there for a while.

END

I hope you enjoyed the story; that is it! My first completed fanfiction. Thanks again for reading!