Disclaimer: Nope, I didn't create HP…if I did, well, then my authors name would be JK Rowling, defiantly not princessoftheworld!

A/N Yes, the last chappie! This is a bit longer then the last few (I think!) and if I get 6 reviews on this chapter (and a request), I'll see if I can do some sort of epilogue. Anyways, Merry Christmas to everyone and God Bless!

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Harry was still lying on his bed in the Room of Requirement, trying to concentrate on anything other then Hermione. He had no clue what to do or say to make up for his actions. Running away from a girl, even in the best of circumstances, was a horrible idea. Hermione may have been the most rational female he'd ever met, but she still must be upset with him. Harry sprang up from the bed, dashed to the door, wrenched it open and slammed directly into Hermione with so much momentum that they both lost their balance and landed on the floor; Harry on top of his Hermione.

Hermione laughed as Harry hurriedly flipped himself off. 'Well, I guess I've found you, Harry. May I come in?'

Harry gulped at the prospect of being alone with her, but offered his hand to help her up and escorted her into the Room of Requirement. Hermione entered the Room first, gasping at what she saw, leaving Harry quite puzzled until he entered as well.

The Room has transformed itself from the large Boys Dormitory to a room Harry had never seen before. Though it still had the foundations of any typical Hogwarts room, with stone walls, tapestries and a grandiose hearth fire, it was significantly smaller and more intimate then any other room, particularly with the small plushy red sofa and white lamb skin rug planted in front of the fireplace. Harry had no idea if this was Hermione's Room of Requirement, but he was not amused. He was beginning to waiver in his belief that things had to stay the same to protect Hermione. Maybe change wouldn't be so bad, he thought, acknowledging that maybe, just maybe, he needed her too. But he still avoided joining Hermione on the rug in front of the fire place.

Harry rounded the back of the couch and sat in the furthest corner, keeping space between him and Hermione while he tried to sort out what he should do.

They were bathed in silence, alternately glancing around the room, at each other or into the fire until Hermione caught Harry's eye. She blushed a deep crimson, turned away and inhaled deeply to calm her nerves; she knew it was time.

'Harry,' Hermione began gently, head still bowed. 'I realize this, this is completely awkward, and so before I begin blathering on, I will just come out and say what I need to. Harry, I never meant for you to hear what I said in the Common Room tonight. Yes, I do have feelings-'

'Love,' Harry interjected. 'You said you love me'.

Hermione stiffened her jaw and turned her head to look him in the eye. 'Yes, Harry, I said I love you, but I didn't want you to find out that way. I was going to bring you up here tomorrown and-'

'But you didn't, Hermione, I still found out the way I did. The only logical question is what am I going to do about it?' Harry stopped; he realized that it wasn't just his decision. It was his and Hermione's decision...one that they make together. He gazed deeply into her softening eyes, "Sorry, I need to correct myself. The only logical question is: What are we going to do about it?'

'What do you mean, We?' Hermione started shaking her head in abject confusion. 'We implies that you want to be involved in this situation. I am simply never going to tell anyone and you are to forget about it. There is no We, unless...'

'Unless what, Hermione?' Harry smiled inwardly. He leaned in closer to Hermione, eventually sliding off the sofa, to the floor beside her. Harry slid his arm around Hermione's waist and whispered, 'I do have a secret for you'.

Hermione's stomach lurched as she inched closer to him. 'A secret for me? Tell me'.

'Telling you wouldn't be nearly as fun as showing you,' Harry grinned...to hell with it, the time had come to reveal himself. 'Shut your eyes, Hermione Granger,' he whispered.

Hermione hesitated, but eventually closed her lids and waited. Harry paused momentarily, wanting to savour the moment, but finally leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. Hermione quickly responded by leaning in further, making their lips meet in a kiss.

It all ended too soon, as Harry whispered into her ear once more, 'So what are we going to do about this, Hermione? I love you too'.

Hermione smiled as she opened her lids and look into her beloved's eyes. She removed herself from the floor, up to the sofa and gestured for Harry to join her. They fell asleep watching the fire, their arms entwined about each other.