(a/n) And here is the end. Thank you to those who are still reading this story. I really appreciated it! Love you!

Disclaimer: As usual, characters from Harry Potter does not belong to me. JK Rowling owns them.

"Hey, where's Hermione? She's usually not this late, said Ron through breakfast.

"What do you mean? Hermione's never late!" Harry looked towards the entrance every few minutes, just waiting for something to happen. He woke up this morning feeling something crazy is going to happen today.

"Woah! Look at that storm go, Harry!" Harry glanced at the windows of the Great Hall and, indeed, lightning was striking through the dim sky. Rain poured down hard. The wind was so strong that you can hear them whistle that creepy whistle you'd hear in horror movies. Boom! Clap! The thunder startled the crap out of Harry. He dropped his fork and it fell underneath the table. So he bent down and went to retrieve it.

"Ow!" Harry had bang his head on the table. His declaration of pain, although was only a whisper, but with the silence from the whole student body in the Great Hall, it sounded like it was yelled by Harry at the top of his lungs. "What's going on?" he asked after he came back up.

"H-Hermione! M-Malfoy!" Ron was so shocked that he couldn't speak. He could only point. Harry slowly turned around and got the shock of his life. Hermione and Draco came strolling in like there's nothing wrong with them holding hands and being mushy with each other.

"Hermione, I love you," cooed Draco.

"Aw! I love you too!" replied Hermione.

"'Mione, what," asked Harry. "I thought he was with Ginny."

"Well... Sit down and I'll tell you."

Flashback:

"Hermione... Ginny and I had actually planned this. Our plan was to pretend to date to make you jealous."

"What?" Hermione's eyes widen with her mouth agape.

"You're the smartest witch I know, Hermione. You're beautiful and nice. I know I don't deserve this, but will you give me a chance?" Draco waited for her reactions with hope in his eyes.

"What?" Hermione was still astonished by his confession.

"Oh just kiss already!" Ginny was getting impatient so she smashed their heads together. Hermione and Draco's lips connected, but they stilled because of the shock. By the time their senses came back they quickly put more distance between each other.

"Ginny!" Both yelled at her for her reckless actions.

"Don't look at me. It's your fault for not doing anything. I just helped a little by pushing you guys."

"..."

"You guys obviously like each other." Hermione blushed. Draco took her hands and held them tightly.

"Our first kiss just then doesn't count. Let's do it again." He tugged her closer and embraced her. She lifted up her head and lean in. Their kiss was slow at first. Then they started to nip each other's lips. Things started to get heated when,

"Hello?" Ginny called out to get their attention. "Underaged teenager here." She gestured to herself. "Come on Hermione! We have to get back before Filch catches us." She literally had to drag Hermione away.

Flashback End.

"So you're not dating my sister," inquired Ron.

"Nope." Ron promptly did a happy dance but stopped in the midst of it when he realized that he's dating Hermione now. He walked in a somber mood until he got behind Harry. He calmly put his hands on Harry's head and massaged slowly.

"Ron? What are you doing? Get your hands out of my hair." All of the sudden, Ron yelled and yanked out two big chunks of Harry's hair.

"Ahh," he screamed in agony. "My hair!"

"Oh shush Harry. You can regrow your hair in an instant," Hermione said.

"Hermione, I won't allow you to date him!" cried Ron.

"Who are you? My father?"

"No, but you're practically my sister. I won't let you go with this bastard."

"Then why would you ask me to seduce him in the beginning of this when he was 'dating' Ginny?" Ron had no words coming from his mouth. He knew he'd lost the battle.

"Hah! Serves you right!"

"Shut up Ginny!" Those who did not hear the explanation had only one thought going through their minds.

"What in the world is happening?" Dumbledore has a twinkle in his eyes and an object secured inside his robe. An extendable ear. Latest use: in the early wee hours of morning of this day.

The End