A/N: Okay, I really should apologise for taking so sodding long to get this done, but I re-read the original (which was complete shite) and decided that it clearly needed to be re-written because it was not what was going to happen. I'm just really really sorry that it took me nearly three years to get this final chapter up.

In any case, please enjoy!

Chapter Six: How Do You Win Him Back?

Hermione had always enjoyed taking showers; there was something about the symbolism of water that made her feel like all of her problems could be washed from her body and disappear down the drain. A bath made her feel like she was dwelling on problems that she didn't want to dwell on. So after a week of thinking over what Jamie had said about Ron, David and Padma, Hermione stripped down and jumped into the bathtub for a shower that used up all the hot water long after she had finished washing. When she got out, however, there was quite a surprise in her room.

'Whoa, Hermione!'

Harry Potter clamped his eyes shut as he turned so his back was facing her. Hermione squeaked slightly at the sight of her brother and best friend standing in the middle of her bedroom.

'Harry!' she squealed, clutching the spot where her towel tucked into itself. 'What ... how ... get out of my bedroom while I change and we'll talk in the sitting room.'

Harry nodded and backed up, not looking at her as he exited the room, groping for the doorknob and closing the door on his way out. Hermione dried off and changed quickly before tossing on her housecoat over her pyjamas and walking to the sitting room to find Harry sitting on the couch, clutching a mug and chatting with her parents.

'...is a complete idiot. I cannot believe that he did what he did,' Harry was saying, shaking his head.

'Well, he's completely in love with her,' Karen explained.

'Are you saying that makes it OK to break them up?' Jack asked as Harry raised his eyebrows at Karen.

'I never said that,' she replied. 'Bloody men; let me finish my thought before you jump me, will you?'

Harry looked up and caught Hermione's eyes. He opened his mouth to announce her presence but Hermione shook her head, wanting to hear her parents' unbiased opinion on her current situation.

'What are you saying, then?' Jack asked his wife, who sighed.

'Ron is in love with Hermione,' she said softly. 'Are you saying, Jack, that if you had been my best friend for ... what's it been now, Harry?'

'An entire decade in about eight weeks,' Harry replied. 'If you mean being friends. Otherwise, it's already been an entire decade, starting five days ago, on the first.'

'Bloody hell,' Jack murmured. 'It's been that long already?'

Harry nodded and Karen continued.

'Anyway. Are you saying that if you had known me for ten years, been my best friend for just as long and been in love with me for half that, if not longer, that you wouldn't want to get me away from the other man?'

Jack flinched.

'Don't talk about you being with other men; it ...' Jack trailed off at the smirk on Karen's face. 'Alright, fine! Point made and taken! I can understand where he's coming from, but that doesn't make it right!'

'What did he do, exactly?' Harry asked. 'I only got a vague outline.'

'We almost had sex,' Hermione replied from her spot on the stairs.

Karen and Jack both started when Hermione spoke and she walked into the sitting room and sat down in the second armchair, curling her feet under her and resting against the right arm. Harry was gaping at her.

'No way,' he breathed. 'Not Ron. He knows you love David. He wouldn't ... he wouldn't go that far.'

Hermione nodded.

'I know,' she said quietly. 'It did, though. He had me pressed against the sinks and he was kissing me and the next thing I knew, my trousers were open, my knickers pushed aside and we were stumbling back into a stall. My trousers came off and we were just about to get going when David walked in, calling for Ron.'

Karen and Jack both cleared their throats, having only heard a briefly edited version of the story the night Hermione had shown up in their living room. Harry blew out a breath and shook his head.

'Fucking idiot,' he mumbled.

'What did he tell you happened?' Hermione asked.

Harry looked up at her and shook his head again.

'Nothing explicit,' he said. 'That he tried to talk you out of marrying David and then you rejected him. He didn't mention David coming in at all. And he certainly didn't mention where he was going when he left that night or I would have stopped him.'

'Why would you have stopped him, Harry?' Karen asked.

Harry looked up at Karen.

'It's not his place to tell Hermione's fiance that he fooled around with her in the men's toliets. It's Hermione's place to tell David that she cheated on him.'

'Excuse me?' Hermione exclaimed, sitting up straight in her chair, her feet hitting the carpet.

'What?' Harry asked, turning his attention to her.

'I ... I ... I did not cheat on David!' she said fiercely.

Harry raised an eyebrow at her.

'So Ron was about to rape you, is that it?'

Hermione blushed.

'Well, no, but I didn't cheat on David! Did I?' she added in a small voice, looking at Harry worryingly.

'Why did you want David in the first place, Hermione?' he asked.

'I was tired of being in love with my best friend,' she whispered.

'Why didn't you just ask him if he felt the same way?'

Hermione looked up at Harry.

'He is my best friend, Harry. I didn't want to risk losing him. Plus ... you know me. I'm a bit old fashioned about certain things, aren't I?'

'Old fashioned as in "it has to be the male who asks the female out", right?' Harry asked, an eyebrow raised slightly.

Hermione's blush deepened slightly.

'Yes,' she said. 'But, really, Harry, I ... I just ... it just seemed right that he would ask me. Aren't men supposed to be braver than women in the pursuit department?'

'You let yourself fall to that level, Hermione? What happened to the strong, brave woman who fought beside me during the War?' Harry asked. 'The woman who spoke her mind and didn't care what other people thought?'

'She got tired of being so strong and brave, Harry,' Hermione whispered. 'Got tired of being older than she was supposed to be. She also got tired of waiting around for something that she thought would never happen. Something that had been hurting her for years and she was tired of it hurting along with being tired of hearing about steamy nights and passionate mornings that she had dreamed of being a part of since she was old enough to realise that, yes, sex might be a little disgusting, what with the exchange of bodily fluids and all, but that it could also be quite brilliant.'

Harry looked at her sadly.

'I'm sorry,' he whispered. 'I'm sorry that you couldn't have a normal life.'

Hermione snorted.

'You had to make this about you, didn't you, Harry? It's not about you,' she said. 'It's about me and Ron and what the hell I'm going to do to get him now that David's moved on to Padma.'

'He did what?' Jack, Karen and Harry all said at once.

Hermione nodded.

'When Jamie came over - do you remember that, Dad? - he told me that he had heard David shagging Padma. He called my name, but ...' Hermione trailed off as she felt her ears join in the burning with her face.

'I never needed to know this much about my daughter,' Jack sighed, slumping in his seat, his hand rubbing his eyes and then pinching the bridge of his nose.

Hermione's blush increased.

'Sorry, Dad,' she mumbled. 'I ... I forgot you were who you were.'

'Apparently,' Jack mumbled back, Karen rubbing gently at his shoulder.

'Hermione,' she said softly, looking up at her daughter, 'what about your feelings for David?'

Hermione looked up at her mother and sighed.

'I do love him. I guess I just ... mixed up platonic with romantic,' she replied. 'Funny, isn't it? I've known the difference for years, yet still mixed them up.'

Harry nodded.

'It's difficult to distingush after a while,' he replied.

'How would you know that, Harry?' Hermione teased. 'It's only been you and Cho and you and Ginny.'

Harry shrugged.

'I love you, Hermione,' he said. 'At one point, I thought I was in love with you, but as soon as it hit me just what I was thinking, I realised that I wasn't. I was mixing it up. They don't say that love is complicated just for something to say about love.'

Hermione gaped at her best friend.

'You thought you were in love with me?' she asked him.

Harry nodded.

'It was a little difficult since you were really the only friend I had that was a girl,' he explained.

'When was this?'

'Um ... third year? I think?' Harry said, tilting his head back and looking at the ceiling in thought. 'Yeah, somewhere around the middle of third year. It was while you and Ron were fighting over Crookshanks and Scabbers.'

Hermione continued to gape.

'Are you serious?'

Harry nodded, apparently nonplussed about his confession to his best friend and her parents, who were trying unsuccessfully to hide their grins.

'Well, it's funny because I was actually going through a phase where I sort of fancied you in third year,' Hermione replied, laughing a bit. 'It was silly, really. I had realised just who you were and you were being so nice to me and had decided that you were my best friend. I just ... I guess I wasn't used to the attention. Especially from a boy.'

'Yeah, then Ron decided you were directing too much of your attention at me and was determined to get all of the attention he could,' Harry said, laughing along.

'Which is why he would fight with me, isn't it?' Hermione exclaimed humourously.

Harry nodded vigorously as he continued to laugh.

'I can't believe it took you this long to figure that out!'

'It didn't; I'm simply confirming,' Hermione replied, laughing again.

Harry calmed down after a few minutes and looked up at Hermione, who had curled back up in her chair and started to cry silently.

'What's wrong, sis?' he called to her gently.

Hermione looked up at Harry and took a breath.

'I've royally fucked this up, haven't I?' she whispered.

Harry looked taken aback at her vulgar language, but he shrugged.

'Shite happens, Hermione,' he said, walking over to her and sitting on the arm of her chair, slipping his arm around her shoulders. 'Things have to get worse before they get better, yeah?'

'But can things get better now, Harry? I just ... I should be married blissfully to a wonderful man and forgetting that I was ever in love with my best friend. Instead, I'm single, heartbroken and confused while hurting over the fact that I hurt one of the men I was in love with because the first man I was in love with decided to try and talk me out of marrying the second man!'

Harry was quiet for a minute, probably trying to sort out what it was Hermione had said, before answering with, 'I'm sorry, sis. I just ... I wish things had turned out differently.'

'Well, I don't,' Karen said suddenly.

Hermione looked up at her mother.

'Why not?' she asked, surprised.

'Because then you'd be married, but after a while, Hermione, you wouldn't be happy anymore,' Karen explained softly. 'I don't want to see that happen to you, darling. I want you to get it right the first time around. It's much better that way. I would know.'

'Oh?' Hermione asked, wiping at her cheeks as she sat up slightly, still leaning against Harry. 'How would you know that?'

Karen looked amused.

'You don't think that your father is my first husband, do you?'

Jack grunted and stood.

'I need the loo,' he mumbled, striding out of the room.

Hermione frowned slightly as she watched him retreat.

'I get the feeling that Dad doesn't like the fact that he's not your first husband,' she said to her mother, who let a breath of a laugh escape her.

'He really doesn't,' she replied. 'He's very protective and the fact that the love of his life was married once before irks him more than a little.'

Hermione nodded and gestured for her mother to continue.

'When I was twenty two, I met a man in school. Turns out we had been neighbours when we were younger and immediately picked up where we left off ten years prior. Except, this time, it didn't involve bike rides through the nearby park and then dinner at his parents' house after telling mine where I was going. It involved many dinners, alone, and then many ... different rides.'

Hermione cringed at the thought of her mother having sex and felt Harry snicker slightly.

'Ew, Mum. Really.'

'But you outlining what happened between you and Ron in the men's loo wasn't crossing any lines?' Karen asked sarcastically. 'Anyway, I had started falling in love with Colin. We dated for about a year and a bit before he asked me to marry him. I said yes and within the year, we were married. I headed back to school and one day, was partnered up with your father.'

'This is where it turns into an altered version of the story I've been told my entire life, isn't it?' Hermione asked, still leaning against Harry, who was rubbing her shoulders.

Karen nodded.

'For the first time in my life, I felt different. I felt really, truly good about myself. And he made me laugh so much. Still does,' she added softly. 'We became great friends, but Colin didn't trust Jack Granger. The only reason given was, 'there's something off about him, Karen' before he'd shrug, turn and start muttering to himself. I never really cared about whether Colin liked Jack or not. To be honest, I think I fell in love with Jack the moment he made me cry with laughter.

'It was a different relationship than I had ever had. Funny thing is, I didn't even care that it was a bit off. After a few years - three, I think it was - Colin and I started having issues. Major issues. We talked and decided that we were better off as friends instead of being married. We divorced and as soon as your father heard the news - he was the first to know, of course - he asked me to dinner. It was a bit too soon, but I accepted. I'm glad I did; he cheered me up spectacularly and took care of me when I reached the 'I hate how my life is turning out and getting pissed each night helps numb the pain' stage. He was - and still is - amazing and I hate the fact that he wasn't my first and only husband.'

Hermione stared at her mother, sitting up slightly and resting her feet on the floor.

'You ... you didn't love Dad first?'

Karen shook her head.

'No,' she whispered. 'But once I started, I never stopped.'

Hermione collapsed back into her chair.

'But what do you do when you love him first?' she whispered.

Hermione spent the remaining time laying in her bed with Harry sitting up against her headboard, stroking her hair softly as she bounced ideas off of him.

'I need to work to get Ron now,' she whispered, her cheek pressing against his thigh. 'How do I work for him, Harry?'

'Well, like you said earlier; you've royally fucked this up,' Harry replied, shifting his fingers down to gently grip her shoulder.

'Gee, thanks for the support, Potter,' she said acidly.

Harry grinned down at her.

'Why don't I leave and find him and tell him to come see you?'

'Don't leave yet,' she whispered, gripping the denim of his trousers. 'Please. I need someone other than Mum and Dad to talk to.'

'Alright,' Harry said softly, moving his fingers back to her hair. 'You need to talk to him, though.'

'I know.'

'Alright, Hermione. Let's go. We're going to lunch!'

Hermione rolled onto her back and looked over at the clock on her bedside table.

'Ginny, it's only ten thirty!' she called back, her voice groggy. 'Come back in an hour.'

The door flew open and Ginny came stomping into Hermione's bedroom. Hermione looked at her and Ginny stopped beside the bed, folded her arms and glared.

'Let's go,' she said. 'Don't make me dress you myself. You know I will.'

Hermione sighed and flipped the covers back, rolling onto her side and then sitting up, throwing her legs over the side of the bed, purposely kicking Ginny out of the way. Ginny grinned and then turned and left, closing the door behind her.

'Harry says he saw you nearly a week ago,' Ginny said, looking at Hermione, who was picking at the food on her plate.

'Was it only a week? It feels like it's been three,' Hermione replied, stabbing a piece of fish and finally putting it in her mouth.

'What happened?' Ginny asked. 'When Harry was there, I mean.'

Hermione chewed her food slowly, trying to figure out how to ask Ginny's help in winning her brother back.

'I told Harry what actually happened when I went to the loo that night.'

'Which was?'

Hermione took a breath and explained everything that happened to Ginny, skimming some details the way she had when she told Harry and her parents nearly a week previous. Ginny's eyes had gotten wider and wider the entire time the story was told and by the time Hermione had finished explaining, Ginny was a touch red in the face.

'You're both fucking idiots,' she said.

Hermione blinked, taken aback.

'How am I-?'

'Letting Ron talk you into that when you were engaged, for fuck's sake!' Ginny snapped.

'I know! Ginny, I know. But now I don't even know how I feel about Ron,' Hermione whispered. 'I mean, yes, I love him. I always have! But he told my fiance that I had cheated on him. With Ron! I don't know if I should be angry or if I should be grateful, because thinking about it ... I know now that I wouldn't have been as happy with David as I would have been with Ron.'

Ginny snorted.

'What?' Hermione asked. 'He told David!'

'And good for him!' Ginny snapped.

'Excuse me?'

'Are you honestly telling me that you would have told David that you cheated on him with Ron?'

Hermione looked at her best friend and sighed.

'No,' she said quietly, letting her eyes drop down to her plate. 'No, I don't think I would have.'

'Then there you go. He did you a favour in more ways than one, Hermione Granger.'

Hermione looked up at Ginny again.

'How do I win Ron back?' she asked sheepishly.

Ginny blinked.

'I thought the whole thing with David was to get over Ron?'

'It didn't work.'

'So now that your attempt at marriage didn't work, you want to get my brother back?'

Hermione closed her eyes and took a breath before looking at Ginny.

'Yes,' she said firmly.

Ginny shook her head.

'I don't think that's fair to anyone, to be completely honest.'

'Why not?'

'You both spent years pining after each other and you both did nothing. You went off and got engaged and every single time Ron tried to talk you out of it, you snubbed him. He took extremely drastic measures that almost ended in you two shagging in a public loo at the pub we all hang out at, you break his heart by telling him you don't want him, he shatters yours by telling your fiance that you almost fucked him while your fiance was in the bloody room!' Ginny growled. 'No. I don't think it's the best thing you can do right now, Hermione.'

'Well, Ginny, I miss him,' Hermione said. 'Even if it's not to date him, I want to sort things out with your brother. How do I start?'

Ginny looked at her and sighed.

'I don't know. I think you should ask him that.'

It took Hermione three days to pull herself together as best she could before heading over to Ron's apartment. She took a breath, closed her eyes and then knocked twice before opening her eyes again.

Please be home. Please be home.

There was shuffling from behind the door and it opened, revealing Parvati Patil. Hermione felt herself frown slightly and her mouth opened a bit.

'Hi,' Parvati said softly. 'I'm really glad you're here. Ron's a mess. I don't think he'll talk to anyone else.'

All negative thoughts disappated and Hermione stepped into Ron's flat, toeing off her trainers and slowly walking into the sitting room. Ron was sitting on the sofa, several empty bottles of Firewhiskey surrounding him. He really did look like a mess. It looked like he hadn't shaved in days, if not weeks, his shirt was wrinkled and stained and his hair was greasy. She inhaled slowly and exhaled before walking over, picking up the remote for the telly and turning it off. Ron didn't move. Hermione looked over at Parvati, who nodded and slipped into her shoes before waving slightly and leaving the flat, closing the door behind her.

'Ron,' Hermione whispered.

Ron moved his head to look at her and Hermione noticed the bags under his eyes.

'Hermione,' he said roughly, his voice hoarse. 'What ... what are you doing here?'

Hermione moved to perch herself on the coffee table in front of the sofa, looking directly at him.

'I think we need to talk,' she said quietly. 'But first, why don't we get you washed and dressed and fed, hmm?'

Ron blinked and looked around before nodding a bit.

'I guess so,' he said.

Hermione sent Ron into the loo to shower and while he did so, she puttered about his flat, cleaning up the rubbish, straightening out some things and setting some soup to cook while she made a few bacon sandwiches; Ron's favourite. The water stopped running, and she could hear Ron moving about in the lavatory.

Hopefully he's shaving that horrid bush off his face, she thought, stirring the soup and then flipping the bacon.

Ron appeared in the kitchen about five minutes later, still sporting the beard, but clean and dressed in fresh clothing. He cleared his throat and Hermione turned and looked at him.

'Hey,' she said gently. 'Sit; lunch is almost ready.'

Ron did so and Hermione placed two bacon sandwiches and a large bowl of soup in front of him with a glass of pumpkin juice before sitting across from him at the table, sipping her own juice.

'Aren't you going to eat?' he asked, looking a touch concerned.

Hermione shook her head.

'I ate at home, before I came,' she replied. 'Go on.'

''Snot poisoned, is it?' he asked, lifting a spoonful of soup out of the bowl.

Hermione frowned.

'Poisoned? Why in Merlin's name would it be poisoned?' she asked, unsure if it was a jab at her cooking skills or not.

'I really fucked up with you,' he said sadly. 'I wouldn't be surprised if it were poisoned or something.'

Hermione cleared her throat slightly before looking up at Ron.

'I helped fuck this up,' she said quietly.

Ron blinked at her use of a curse, but then grinned at her.

'You swore,' he teased.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

'Shut up; you started it.'

'Yeah, but I always curse. You never do.'

'Shut up,' she said, starting to grin herself. 'We have some damage we need to repair.'

Ron's grin faded immediately.

'I'm sorry,' he said quietly, still picking up spoonfuls of soup, only to let it all fall off the spoon into the bowl again. 'I don't know why I did it. I guess just to make you both see that you were making a mistake. You belong with me, Hermione. David was never supposed to come along and sweep you off your feet. I was supposed to get settled in my job and know that I was okay before doing what David did. I was supposed to sweep you off your feet. It was supposed to be me that proposed to you. Me who was supposed to be inside of you. I was supposed to be the one to throw you surprise parties and take you out to dinners and ... and just ...'

Ron trailed off and sighed, his shoulders slumping forward.

'Is that why you told David? You thought breaking us up would make me instantly fall back in love with you?' Hermione asked, trying to keep her voice even.

Ron's head snapped up.

'"Back in love" with me, eh? If you loved me before, why go with David?'

'You weren't exactly showing an interest in me, Ronald. What with your new girlfriend every second day,' she said rather snarkily.

Ron's spoon clattered into the bowl as he shot up from his chair, towering over her.

'Right, because you were showing such a bloody fucking interest in me, eh?' he roared.

'Do not yell at me, Ronald Bilius Weasley!' Hermione snapped. 'We're both at fault here and we should be able to talk it out like adults!'

Ron's nostrils were flared and his ears were starting to turn red, but he took a few breaths before lowering himself back into his chair. Hermione sat down again and took another sip of pumpkin juice, still watching Ron, who went right back to lifting spoonfuls of soup out of the bowl and letting the soup slip off and back into the bowl.

'Oh for god's sake, Ronald, just eat it. It's not poisoned,' Hermione said.

Ron glared at her over the spoon before finally bringing it to his mouth and sipping the soup. His eyes widened slightly and Hermione suddenly felt quite proud of herself.

'Holy shit, Hermione,' he said, looking at her. 'It's really good.'

'Thank you,' she said. 'Now, finish that up with your sandwiches and then come find me in the sitting room. I straightened up a bit, but there's still some stuff to do that I'll deal with while you eat, okay?'

With that, she stood and went to leave the room, but Ron was too fast for her. He stood as well and swept her up into a huge hug. She stood there, tense, while Ron held her to him. It took a few seconds, but soon Hermione had relaxed and wrapped her arms around Ron, burying her face in his neck and trying not to cry.

'After everything we've been through together, Hermione, I do not want to lose you,' he murmured, still holding fast to her. 'I love you.'

Hermione clenched her fingers in his shirt and could feel his heart racing as they held each other tightly.

'The way you love Harry?'

'No,' Ron replied. 'The way Ginny loves Harry.'

Hermione let the words wash over her.

'I love you, too, Ron. I missed you.'

'God, Hermione. I missed you. I ... I know it doesn't magically fix everything, but I'm so sorry. So sorry.'

Hermione sighed and let the tears finally fall.

'I'm sorry, too,' she whispered, closing her eyes. 'I'm sorry, too.'

Hermione let Ron think in the kitchen while she cleaned up the sitting room, Vanishing the empty bottles and straightening out the furniture. She was unsure as to how long she was there, but when Ron came looking for her, she had cleaned her way into his bedroom. He closed the door behind him and she turned and looked at him.

'I was thinking,' he started, walking into the room and sitting on the side of the bed. 'I know we both fucked up. And we both know that we both fucked up. I just ... you know that I'm sorry and I know that that doesn't just make it all go away, but -'

'We need to work towards things, Ron,' Hermione whispered, tossing a pair of dirty socks into the laundry hamper. 'We ... we should start a few years back and work our way forward properly. If we jump into something, it's not fair to anyone.'

Ron was rubbing the back of his neck and he held out his hand to her. Hermione took it and he tugged her gently towards him, standing as he did so and wrapping his arms around her when she got to him. They hugged for several minutes before he pulled back and smiled down at her.

'Where do we start?' he asked.

Hermione smiled.

Two Years Later:

Hermione smiled as Padma Puckle danced with her new husband for the first time. Hermione was fairly certain that she had never seen a larger smile on Padma's face and she was incredibly happy that Padma had at last found love. The fact that it was with her ex-fiance didn't even bother her as much as most people thought it might. Her attention was pulled from the happy couple by one Ronald Weasley, who was standing in front of her with his hand out, his head bowed slightly.

'Dance?' he asked softly.

Hermione's smile grew as she slipped her hand into his and allowed him to lead her to the dance floor. He wrapped his arms around her as they swayed, her head resting against his chest.

'So, how are you?'

'I'm fine,' she replied quietly.

'Yeah? Not sore over your ex marrying some other bird?' Ron asked cheekily.

Hermione chuckled.

'Not at all,' she breathed. 'I'm happy for them.'

'Good.'

They swayed for a few more minutes before Ron started tugging her off the dance floor.

'Where are we going?' she asked as Ron very nearly dragged her out of the room.

'You'll see,' he said, not slowing or stopping.

Hermione followed him for several minutes before they came to a deserted corridor. Ron stopped and turned to look at her, his eyes roaming her face for a few seconds before he took a deep breath.

'I want to talk to you.'

'Now?' she asked.

'Yes; now.'

Ron shifted his feet and Hermione noticed that his ears were starting to turn red.

'What's wrong?' she asked softly.

Ron looked right at her and licked his lips before speaking.

'I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner some time.'

Hermione blinked.

'If I ... what?'

'Did ... do you want to go to dinner some time? With me? Just me. Alone.'

'Like ... like a date?' she asked.

Ron nodded frantically and Hermione grinned.

'Alright,' she whispered.

Ron grinned as well and swept her up in his arms, hugging her.

'Wonderful,' he breathed.

'Yes,' she replied. 'Wonderful.'

A/N: It's not truly the end. I mean, yeah, it's the end of this story, but I'm writing a sequel called How to Date Hermione Jean Granger. Blame HermioneGrangerTwin. She used things like, "THIS IS WHY I MARRIED YOU!" and "BRILLIANT!". She just ... she's such an enabler, guys. It's so hard to resist her. Really.

Anyway, thank you so much for sticking with me and being patient (sort of) and for all of the reviews and stuff! You all are amazing and I thank you all so much -lessthanthree-