Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, or the fairy tales unfortunately.

Warning: None

A/N: Well, this is the last chapter, and I should thank rainbow star for giving me the brilliant idea about the ending! You are awesome!!

Hermione walked with Harry through the woods, her eyes noticing the little animals running to and fro as they peeped out from the jade leaves. A small stream gurgled by them, the clear water running over the smooth, black rocks as it twisted and turned down to a miniature waterfall, and beautiful flowers blossomed before their very eyes under the warm sun. Really, the woods could be quite pretty when nothing bad was happening.

“Hermione, I found a path.” Harry called out, his emerald-green eyes flashing in the sun. Hermione nodded and walked over, coming to stand next to him. The path looked much more welcoming than the previous path they had been on with the twisted trees. This one had little flowers popping up around it, and trees with bottle-green leaves towering over top.

“Shall we follow it?” Harry asked. Hermione nodded again, and together they headed up the path. Hermione frowned as she saw smoke curling up into the sky in the distance. It seemed that they had found another house.

“Look.” Hermione said, pointing at the smoke. “That has to be coming from a chimney.” Harry nodded, though he seemed a little reluctant to continue walking.

“Are you sure you want to go to the house?”

“Why? You don’t want to?” Hermione asked in surprise. Harry was normally the one who ran off after adventures, but here he was, actually worried about what might be waiting for them. Hermione hadn’t even considered that anything bad would be there. She couldn’t imagine anything surrounded by such beauty could be evil.

“It’s just, every house we’ve gone to we’ve ended up nearly being killed. I don’t want to risk it again.” Harry said quietly. Hermione frowned again, realising he had a point, but then what choice did they have? Perhaps this final fairy tale would let them go back to where they belonged?

“We have to go there, Harry. This could be our chance to get back home.”

Harry nodded somewhat reluctantly and they continued to walk down the path. Hermione spotted the house first, noticing the cherry feeling surrounding the house, with the little vegetable garden and pretty flowers sprouting up under the tiny windows. The house itself seemed rather small, and Hermione frowned as she stared at the door, realising that she and Harry would both have to duck to just get inside.

Hermione walked up to the house and knocked on the door. When nobody answered, she turned the handle and gave Harry a quick smile when it opened.

“Shall we go in then?” Harry asked in a resigned voice. Hermione nodded and ducked her head to enter, Harry following suit behind her. She gazed about the little house, noticing the tiny seven chairs and one long table. The kitchen was a mess with dishes piled up on the sink, and the floors looked like they hadn’t been mopped for weeks.

“I’m going to go have a look around, okay?” Hermione said to Harry. He nodded and walked over to examine the table and chairs, while Hermione headed up the stairs, still keeping her head lowered so she could fit. She opened the door that said ‘bedroom’ and gasped in surprise when she saw seven little beds dotted around the room with seven bedside tables. On each bed was a plaque, stating what she knew to be the name of the person who slept in it. She read:

Dopey

Grumpy

Doc

Happy

Bashful

Sneezy

Sleepy

“So this must be Snow White and the seven dwarves.” Hermione mused out loud. She jumped as something crashed down the stairs and quickly made her way out of the room to where Harry had been. She gasped when she saw him lying on the ground, his eyes shut tight and a half eaten apple resting by his hand.

“Oh no!” Hermione exclaimed and quickly collapsed down next to him. She didn’t understand why Harry had been given the poisoned apple, but what she did know was that he was in a very dangerous situation now. She felt the pulse in his neck and practically burst into tears when she felt nothing. He was dead.

“What’s going on here?” A fierce, little dwarf demanded in a red coat. She stared at the long, black beard and realised, this was Grumpy.

“My friend, I think he has been poisoned, and he might be dead.” Hermione said almost hysterically.

“Well that’s no good. Would you like me to have a look at him?” A slightly more refined dwarf with glasses asked.

“Um, I don’t think that will help.” Hermione said bluntly.

“Perhaps he’s just having a sleep?” Another dwarf asked promptly falling asleep himself. Hermione blinked, feeling her frustration rising.

“It could- sneeze- be- sneeze- that- sneeze- he’s just eaten too- sneeze- much.”

“Poison how terrible!” Another dwarf exclaimed, but the broad smile on his face somewhat ruined his words.

Hermione stood up and practically fell over as a bald dwarf banged into her, a dim expression on his face. Another dwarf was watching her with a very red face from blushing. She felt rather irritated with all these little dwarves. Harry had been poisoned and all they could do was annoy her by making silly reasons for why he would be dead.

“Look!” Hermione exclaimed in annoyance. “Just give me some room so I can think what to do.” The dwarves all backed away, but their eyes still watched her. Shaking her head slightly, Hermione knelt back down by Harry and frowned. What had happened in the story? The apple had poisoned Snow White and then she had died, but something had brought her back to life. It was a prince, but what did he do?

“He kissed her.” Hermione whispered, her eyes instantly flicking to Harry’s peaceful face. She stared at his lips, realising she was the only one who could do it, but could she kiss her friend?

“What are you looking so bashful about? That’s Bashful’s job to do that.” The dwarf named Grumpy said crossly. Hermione scowled at him, wishing that all the stupid dwarves would go away so she could kiss Harry in privacy. She didn’t want to do it with all of them watching.

Hermione looked back at Harry’s lips, feeling all of the eyes watching her. She could feel herself trembling and slowly leant down pressing her lips lightly on his. It felt strange to be kissing someone who was dead, but it was the only way she could have brought him back. She opened her eyes slightly and practically screamed when she saw Harry’s emerald-green eyes watching her with a stricken expression. Hermione quickly pulled her lips away, her face blushing fiercely.

“I-I’m sorry.” Hermione said in a mortified voice. What would he think of her now? And would he accept her explanation that she only did it because she had to save him? Harry only stared at her, his eyes, Hermione realised with a jolt, watching her lips. He reached out his hand, pulling her face gently towards him to kiss her softly on the lips. Hermione’s eyes widened but soon closed as she soon found herself kissing him back. It was strange, but it was also the most beautiful thing she had ever experienced. There was nothing sordid about the kiss; it was simple, comforting, and sweet, much like their relationship.

Harry pulled himself away first, and Hermione opened her eyes to see him staring around the room, a faint blush on his cheeks. She noticed he was staring at the seven dwarves and realised with embarrassment that those sneaky, little men had all been watching.

“Who are all these people?” Harry asked dimly. Hermione shook her head slightly and helped him to his feet.

“These are the seven dwarves. They live in this house. Obviously the Queen must have come along and poisoned you, because she was the one in the fairy tale who gave Snow White the apple.”

Harry laughed slightly. “Oh, is that why the weird woman was telling me I had skin as white as snow and hair as black as night.”

“Yes.” Hermione said with a slight roll of her eyes. “But you let yourself get poisoned when you ate her apple.”

Harry shrugged apologetically. “I don’t mind too much; it was worth it.”

Hermione blushed as she realised what he meant and gave a shy smile. “Yes, well, I had to save you somehow.”

Harry grinned and took her hand, his green eyes lighting up with that comforting warmth Hermione loved. “Well I’m glad you did.”

Just then a sudden light burst around them. Hermione and Harry stared at each other, identical expressions of shock, as once more they found themselves being sucked into the light, vanishing with a loud crack from the dwarves’ house.

“Are they awake yet?” Someone with a familiar voice whispered.

“I dunno, but did you see them kiss before? Who would have thought Harry and Hermione liked each other in that way.”

Hermione frowned at the voices buzzing in her head and blinked once, twice, and then a third time as she saw the familiar ceiling of the Hogwarts library over her head. She sat up and noticed the odd assortment of people watching her, each wearing an identical grin. Hermione’s heart stopped slightly as she noticed that Ginny was holding the “Happily Ever After Quests” in her hand, a sly grin on her pretty face.

“You know, Hermione,” Ginny said with a little laugh. “For all your scoffing at damsel’s in distress and knights in shining armour, you certainly seemed to be enjoying yourself.”

“What are you talking about?” Hermione asked confused. She glanced at Harry who had been lying next to her, as he sat up and stared at her, an equally confused expression on his face.

“We’re back at Hogwarts…. and why are all these people staring at us?” Harry asked in a bewildered voice.

“Because we just read your adventures in this book.” Ginny said with a grin.

“And got to see the priceless moment of a good snog.” Seamus Finnigan said with a nudge in Harry’s ribs.

“You were watching!” Hermione exclaimed, her face going red. She didn’t know how she was going to face everyone now, knowing that they had all seen her kiss Harry, and seen the second kiss that had made her feel weak at the knees.

“Nothing to be ashamed of,” Seamus said with a smirk. “I thought it was quite romantic. I wish I had a knight in shining armour like you, Hermione.”

Ginny giggled, “I wouldn’t say no to a Harry in distress either.”

Hermione and Harry stared at each other and both nodded. There was no way Hermione was going to put up with this ridicule any longer, and it seemed Harry wanted to get out too. She stood up, as did Harry, and together they walked past the laughing crowd of people and headed out of the library, each with identical blushing faces.

Harry stopped and looked at her, a shy smile coming to his face. “Well, apart from that rather embarrassing ending, I would say I am glad we got stuck in that book, aren’t you?”

Hermione smiled. Yes she was glad she got stuck in that book, if only to know how she truly felt about Harry and how he felt about her. She could have passed with the nearly being eaten twice, but the kiss at the end was truly magical. She guessed it must be the same for all of those fairy tales. Though bad stuff happens, you could always look forward to the kiss at the end.

“Yeah, I’m glad we did.” Hermione said softly and leaned up to give him a quick kiss.

And they lived happily ever after…

The End.