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A/N: Okay, here’s the last chapter. Hope you enjoy it, though I’m not feeling the best today, but we’ll see how it goes.

A Happy Ending

Neville sat down on the chair in the room above the Three Broomsticks, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. The door opened, and jerking his head around, he saw Ron, Luna, Ginny and Draco all come walking in.

“Good, we’re all here,” Ginny said with a smile, her eyes flickering to Neville for a moment. He thought he could see concern in her eyes, but then Draco moved in front of his vision to block her from view. Neville felt another heavy sigh escape his lips and tried not to think about what those two had done last night. He’d already beaten himself up for hours on running away like that. It was best not to think about that now.

“Has anyone heard from Krum and Chang?” Ron asked, sitting down on one of the crates. Madam Rosmerta had allowed them to use the back room for their own purposes, which they had all been grateful for.

“Nope, but you can bet they’ll be here somewhere,” Draco replied offhandedly. “So what is it we’re doing again?

“Harry is already down there waiting, so we’re going to be on duty to make sure nothing happens.” Ginny looked at her brother in a business-like manner. “Ron, you’ve got the hair, right?”

He nodded and held up a small bottle where a single black hair could be seen. “I got it.”

They had decided to go with Cho and Viktor’s idea in pretending to be the waiter so as not to let anyone interfere. The real waiter was at home with the flu, thanks to Draco and Ron’s quick thinking in disposing of him, and Luna had snagged a polyjuice potion from the ministry for Ron. The others would simply be using glamour charms to hide their identities and would be in the crowd of the Three Broomsticks, waiting for Cho and Viktor to come. They knew the two harebrained schemers would not be able to resist gate crashing the date, the only problem was they had no idea what to expect.

“Alright then, let’s all take our places.”

They nodded, and Ron grabbed the polyjuice potion and added the hair, watching it turn to a sickly green colour. He downed it quickly and instantly let out a moan as his body painfully transformed into the waiter’s. Neville stared at him, seeing the tall redheaded man now replaced with a short, dark haired man with brown eyes.

“Nice look, Weasley,” Draco said with a smirk.

“Enough of that,” Ginny scolded. “Ron, you’d better get down there quick. Luna, you and Draco go to the table on the far side, and Neville and I will go on the table closest to Harry and Hermione.”

Draco looked a little disappointed that he was not going to be with Ginny, and Neville couldn’t help but feel glad. He glanced at Ginny, who gave him a small, reassuring smile, and felt just a tiny bit of hope. She didn’t want to be with Malfoy, and so that had to mean something, right?

“Come on then, Draco,” Luna said with a smile, already having used a glamour charm to make herself look like an old woman. Draco sighed and waved his wand at himself, instantly losing his smirking good looks to become an equally old man with a shaggy grey beard. Neville heard him muttering to Luna that he would never be able to live this one down if anyone saw him as they left the room, and rolled his eyes in exasperation. Malfoy really was so fickle. He turned his face and saw Ginny wave her wand at herself, her long red hair turning to steel grey and becoming shorter, her skin aging a good forty years so that she looked like a sixty-odd-year-old woman. Neville copied the spell to make himself look older and gave himself grey hair as well. They were all going to look like a bunch of old fogies. That was a boost for the confidence…

Meanwhile, down in the eating area of the Three Broomsticks, two people were sitting huddled up in their cloaks, dark sunglasses on their face, and oddly enough wearing clothes that were as conspicuous as they were designed to be inconspicuous.

“All right, Viktor,” Cho muttered from where she was sitting. “There’s Harry right there. You just need to go over and steal that white lily and put it on your own table. I’ll go take a seat at Harry’s table, and we’re set.”

Viktor glanced at the jet-black haired man sitting at the table with the white lily, watching as Harry drummed his fingers and gazed about the room somewhat nervously and yet bored at the same time. It was an easy thing to do, but Viktor was still worried. That gap to the table seemed to him a massive war zone with brutal creatures of all sorts waiting to chomp his legs off. He’d rather go jump in the Tri-Wizard maze again, not that he remembered much of that. Actually, he couldn’t remember anything of that at all… how very odd….

Shaking such gloomy thoughts from his brain, Viktor looked back at his companion who was barely recognisable behind her ‘incognito’ get-up. “But, what about the others? Do you think they’re here?” He glanced about nervously, as if Ron, Neville, Luna, Ginny and Draco were suddenly going to pop out of the air and pounce on him. With the way things had gone though, he wouldn’t be surprised, and why were those two old people looking at him like that? Some people were so rude.

“Well I don’t see them anywhere,” Cho said with a shrug. “So maybe they didn’t come? Maybe they got scared?” She sounded like she thought they should be, but Viktor wasn’t so sure. It was five against two, and he was sadly in the group of two. He glared at the old farts watching him, and looked the other way to see yet more old people watching him. What was with these oldies? Then again, perhaps they were just envious of his coat. It was rather nice and warm, and he was quite pleased with having decided to wear it tonight. It felt so soft too…

“Stop caressing that damn cloak!” Cho snapped, slamming her hand down on his. “You’re creeping me out with that.”

Viktor glared at her but said nothing. He didn’t want her to start crying again. Merlin knew he had a hard time trying to stop it last time. She had chased him all the way back to the ministry and then nagged and cried until he had given in and joined her again. Now it was time to get this over so he could get his Hermyninny back, and see the back of the sobbing banshee.

“Ginny… there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you,” Neville said after a moment, wrinkly face watching her with a nervous expression. It was now or never, and he’d rather it be now than never happening at all. The challenge was still on after all, and Draco hadn’t won yet…he hoped. It was bad timing on his part, but what other chance did he have?

“Yeah?” Ginny responded absently, her eyes narrowing at the black clothed couple wearing dark sunglasses. They looked mighty suspicious, and judging by the vulture pose the taller one was pulling she was sure she had a good idea who the odd couple were.

Neville swallowed slightly. Why did he have to freeze up now? All he had to do was spit the words out, but he was sure his tongue had just been glued to his mouth, and she wasn’t even looking at him anyway, which only made him all the more nervous. Still, he had to do this. This was his happiness on the line here. He didn’t want to lose her to that pale-faced, arrogant, smirking, annoying… well you get the picture.

“I just wanted to say that I really like you,” he blurted out suddenly, a sheepish look coming to his face. “A lot.”

“What’s that vulture doing?” Ginny muttered, gazing at something past him, seemingly not even having heard what he had said. Neville turned to see what she was looking at and saw a man dressed in a black cloak, dark sunglasses, and a woolly hat walking over to the table where Harry was sitting. That was just great. He told her he liked her, and all she could do was care about some weird guy in a cloak. Wait a minute, a weird guy in a black cloak?

“That must be Krum!” Ginny exclaimed, standing up, and then paused quite suddenly, her face turning to look at him in surprise, her brow creasing in puzzlement. “Wait, did you just say you like me, Neville?”

Neville could feel his ears heating and nodded his head. She looked at Krum, then her eyes flicked back to him, then flicked back to Krum again, and so forth, and all the while Neville stood there waiting for her response. He could practically see her mind trying to weigh what was more important, and rather selfishly hoped his side was tipping the scales. Harry and Hermione could wait for all he cared right now. He was about to find out whether Ginny liked him or not- that is if she didn’t burst from trying to choose whether to pounce on Krum or give him her answer.

Viktor himself was completely oblivious to the mental debate going on a few feet away from him. He was eyeing the white lily on the table with the eye of a greedy man about to clasp his sweaty fingers around a particularly rare jewel. This would help him get Hermyninny… this single, little flower that Potter was now guarding so disobligingly. Hrm, how was he ever going to get Potter to look away so he could actually take the flower?

He paused and scratched his head for a moment. Unfortunately he was not the ‘brains’ of the group, but, fortunately, even brainless brutes can come up with plans, and sometimes those can be cleverer than the rest in the sense of them being beautifully simple. So it was with Krum, for he decided instead of stealing it he would just ask Harry for the flower. It couldn’t fail, and it wouldn’t have, except that two old people had decided to pounce on him just in that moment.

“Ahhh, I am being mauled by decaying old people!” Viktor shouted, feeling the wrinkly hands grabbing at his soft coat. Of course it was the coat they wanted, but they couldn’t have it. It was his coat, and no wrinkled prune was going to take it from him.

“You’re coming with us,” A voice said darkly in his ear that didn’t sound very feeble and old at all. Viktor froze and stared at the old man with the scraggly beard, seeing cold grey eyes staring at him. Why did those eyes seem so familiar?

The old woman who was holding his other arm smiled dreamily, even through her wrinkles, saying rather whimsically, “Come along then, Mr Krum.”

Realising who was holding onto him, Viktor started thrashing about wildly in their hold. Draco glanced up at the nosy crowd watching, saying in his best imitation of an old man, “My grandson you know. Young hooligan never knows when to just come nicely…”

Harry stared at them perplexed from his table, and Viktor could only sigh as he was dragged away by Draco and Luna, his eyes watching the white lily fading from view with each wheezy heave-ho. There went that plan, and there went his hopes….

Cho let out an irritated huff and stamped her foot. Why did everything always have to go wrong? That oaf never could do anything right. Well, she would not stand for this. There was Harry right there, and there was no sign of that bushy-haired trollop, which gave her all the time in the world. She’d just take the seat herself and there would be nothing they could do about.

Pulling off her sunglasses, coat, hat, and moustache, Cho walked forwards in all her gorgeous glory to Harry’s table, her eyes steeled on her raven-haired lover, when suddenly a hand clamped tight on her wrist. Her body jerked back, and she swung around to see an old man glaring at her. It was just like what had happened to Viktor, but she would not be caught like this!

“End of the line, Chang.”

Cho turned at the voice and saw an old woman standing with her hands on her hips, watching her through narrowed chestnut eyes. Cho gulped, having already seen what had happened to Viktor, and tried to smile sweetly at them. “Now, really, don’t you think we’ve all gotten off on the wrong foot? Why don’t we-”

“Save it,” the woman snapped, “We’re not letting you ruin this! Now why don’t you just come nicely and save us the trouble of having to drag you out of here like we did your vulture partner.”

Cho stared from one wrinkled face to the next, and let out a small sigh. Silently, Ginny and Neville grabbed her by each arm and led her out of the room. The crowd of people eventually went back to eating their food, and Harry was left sitting at his table not quite sure what was going on. He did have to wonder why old people seemed to have taken up the residence of bouncers, and why on earth was Cho Chang involved?

Sighing and shaking his head, Harry went back to drumming his fingers on the table and waiting for his date.

Ron folded his arms and watched the table with a thoughtful look on his face. That was that, and now he would just have to wait for Hermione to come. He did hope she would hurry up.

Almost as if she had heard his mental murmurings, Hermione entered the Three Broomsticks with a slightly nervous expression on her face. She gazed about the room and let out a small gasp, her eyes widening slightly as she saw her best friend sitting at the very table notified in the letter. It couldn’t be Harry, could it? And yet here he was, sitting at the table with the white lily, and clearly looking like he was about to go on a date. He actually spruced up quite nicely, with his black dress pants and casual shirt, but Hermione noted with a fond smile that his hair was as messy as ever. She glanced down at her own attire and wondered if she had dressed too casual. She was wearing muggle jeans and a simple, green jersey, her hair had been pulled into a loose ponytail, and she was wearing no makeup at all. There was not much she could do about it now, however; and it all seemed rather inconsequential when placed next to the fact that Harry was the one who had written her the letter. Her Harry- the boy who had been her friend for so long, and had always looked out for her. She didn’t even know what to think her mind was still trying to grasp it all.

Mentally screaming at her legs to move, Hermione walked shakily up to the table and sat down opposite him. The sound of her chair scraping across the ground seemed to catch his attention, because his emerald eyes suddenly snapped towards her, widening in shock as they focused on her face. She found that rather odd, but thought maybe he wasn’t expecting her to come… Yes, that must be it…

“I’m sorry I was a bit late,” she apologised, deciding to break the awkward silence. Her brain still seemed to be stuck on the fact that Harry liked her. It seemed so unbelievable, for he had never really led on that he might, and yet… and yet maybe he had? She could remember all the times that he had looked out for her when they were younger; she could remember the times where he had sacrificed something he enjoyed just to spend some time with her, as well as being the only one to really care about her feelings. Ron seemed to forget about those things, and all the other boys just never bothered. It was Harry who had always been the one who asked her how she was feeling; he was always the one that worried about her, and when she thought of the way he would smile at her she could actually believe that he did like her. Him being in front of her sort of concreted that idea, but it was nice to know his feelings were not so out of the blue as she had initially thought. It made a fuzzy warm feeling settle in her stomach, and almost made her feel like she was floating. That was not logical though, but Hermione couldn’t help the way her body was reacting, never mind the fact her mind was telling her that she couldn’t feel like she was floating simply because Harry liked her.

She couldn’t deny that she wasn’t somehow pleased that it was Harry. Surprised, yes, but also pleased. She would be lying if she said she didn’t find Harry attractive, and she would also be lying if she didn’t think he was one of the nicest guys she had met, if a little annoying sometimes when he started getting that stubborn nature kicking in. He was her friend, but she had always viewed him as more than that somehow. It was like they had a special bond that could not be broken, and even though the years had passed and their ways had separated from time to time, she had always held him dear in her heart. Her feelings for him were powerful and always had been. Right from their school days when she would risk her life just to be by his side because she wanted nothing more than to be close to him; even when she would scold him about not doing his homework or for doing something silly just because she wanted him to see the true potential he could be… She’d always felt differently for him but had never really given those feelings much thought. Everyone had assumed she had liked Ron, and in a way she had started to believe it herself. Now she had to wonder though. Now she had to really look at her own feelings and analyse the truth of them. All the men she knew had never sparked her interest; not one of them inspiring the warmth and comfort that Harry seemed to, and looking at the messy-haired man in front of her, Hermione had to wonder if her feelings for him were perhaps more than she had ever dared let herself believe. Maybe, just maybe she liked him too?

Harry, completely oblivious to Hermione’s mental struggles with her feelings, simply gave her a weak smile. “It’s okay…” he replied slowly, his eyes still watching her as if he was trying to figure out if she was really there or not. Hermione wondered why he would look at her like that. He must really have a poor idea of her if he didn’t think she would come to this date. Admittedly, she wasn’t going to come to the date, but that was not the point; the point was he was staring at her like she had just started dancing the bird dance on their table, which she had not.

He glanced about the room, a slight frown on his lips, and then looked back at her again, his emerald eyes filled with curious puzzlement. “I have to admit, Hermione, I never thought it would be you.”

Hermione frowned. What on earth was he talking about? Why wouldn’t it be her? Was she really that bad? Was he perhaps wishing that he did not have these feelings for her? She looked down at the saltshaker in front of her and tried not to feel too disappointed. She’d just analysed her feelings enough to give her a headache to come to the tentative conclusion that she may like him, and then he had to go and say that? He really was tactless.

“Oh… I’m sorry, I guess…” She fidgeted with the cloth on the table and suddenly wished she had not let Ginny swindle her into coming here. At least then she would have been blissfully unaware of Harry’s feelings and not be feeling so terribly ugly and unlovable right now.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that,” Harry said quickly, looking horrified at the thought he might have offended her. “I just never knew…didn’t even suspect really that you even liked me.”

Hermione blinked. “What?”

Really what else could she say to that statement? He was the one who invited her here. This was just odd…

“What?” Harry echoed, looking at her with a puzzled expression.

“You just said you didn’t know I liked you, but you were the one who gave me the letter.”

Now it was Harry’s turn to blink, which he did, and scratched his head in bewilderment too. “What letter?”

Hermione was beginning to get a sickly feeling in her stomach that had nothing to do with the lack of food and everything to do with the fact that Harry was gazing at her in frank confusion. This was not happening.

“Are you telling me that you didn’t write a letter asking me to meet you here?”

He stared at her blankly, which was enough to tell her that he had no idea what she was talking about. Silently she placed her head in her hands and wondered if somehow she could melt into the floor. This was embarrassing.

“I suppose you didn’t write me a letter asking me here then?” Harry asked after a moment.

Hermione lifted her face up and stared at him with her brow creased into a frown. “What? I never wrote you anything...”

“Oh….”

Both of them stared at each other in silence for a moment, each wondering just what was going on and who had set them up like this. Harry was the first to break the silence, putting on a brave smile, which she thought was supposed to get rid of the tension in the air… sadly it did not work.

“Well…. Since we’re here we’d might as well have dinner anyway, right?”

Hermione nodded in agreement, glad that she had not been the one to suggest it. This was going to be a very difficult evening though that was for sure. She liked him, and now she was unsure if he liked her back. Just perfect.

Cho scowled up at her wrinkly captors from where she had been dumped unceremoniously on the floor of the back room and then glanced about the room as the two who had carried her in now shifted back to their normal appearances. Viktor was standing in the corner, a rather dreamy looking Luna holding her wand at his face, while the old man with the scraggly beard that had been standing next to her now waved his wand at himself so that the beard faded to smooth, pale skin, and his hair turned back to its normal pale blond. He turned his grey eyes on her and gave her a lazy smirk. He was kind of cute… Wait, what was she thinking? She was in love with Harry- yes, Harry…but he was kind of cute. She wondered how much money he made. He certainly looked rich, and she was sure she had seen him in Witch Weekly before under the ‘WW’s most sexiest and eligible bachelors’. Harry of course had been number one, but this guy was better looking; he just lacked the hero factor of being the saviour who saved the Wizarding World. Wait a minute? Was that Draco Malfoy? Mmm, bad boy…

“What are we gonna do with this lot?” Ginny asked, pointing her head at Viktor and Cho.

Snapped out of her fantasies, Cho scowled again at Ginny and folded her arms huffily. She did not like how they were treating her, and would have told them so had the door not opened and a very strange man walked in. She realised it was that stupid waiter, and hoped he would help her (for she thought she was looking very romantically distressed right now, just like a the damsels in the old fairytales), but then he gave them all a grin, saying, “Got them both then? Good. Hermione’s at the table with Harry, and though they had a bit of a shock when they realised neither of them had actually written any letters, they decided to stay just as we hoped. I just gave them their dinner then.”

“Good,” Ginny said with her own grin, and Cho realised with dismay that the waiter was not really the waiter. More than likely it was that insufferable Ronald Weasley who had not given her the letter back in the first place and got them all in this mess. She glanced at Viktor again, but he was now eyeing the blonde witch in front of him with misgiving. Really, the brute was completely useless. He couldn’t even get her out of this mess and get past Loony Lovegood. This was what he was supposed to be good at- breaking things, and hurting people and- Oh this was insupportable!

“So now all we do is wait here and watch these two?” Draco asked with a faint curl of his lip. “How droll.”

“There’s no need to be like that,” Ginny snapped. “You didn’t have to come after all.”

He raised an eyebrow at her in some haughty surprise, and Neville- who had been silent this whole time- felt a glimmer of hope spark back in him. Ginny wouldn’t get angry with Draco if she liked him, would she?

In truth, Ginny didn’t know. She had been quite surprised when Draco had kissed her, and knew very well that he was good looking, charming, and all that other stuff that made men so damn sexy, but he was also the kind of guy you only fantasised about and maybe had a fling with; it was laughable to contemplate a serious relationship with Draco, and maybe that was why she found her eyes falling on Neville. He had told her he liked her, and while she had been caught in the dilemma of having to stop Cho from getting to Harry and so could not give a reply, she did feel a little happy at the thought. It seemed that only jerks and sleazes liked her, but here was sweet, kind Neville telling her his feelings. Sure he was a little bashful and awkward, and he may not be the hottest stud on the block, but she knew he would take care of her and love her. That was enough for her.

“Did you really mean what you said back there, Neville?” she asked in a surprisingly subdued voice.

He frowned for a moment, and then catching on to what she was talking about, nodded his head. “Yeah, I did.”

Everyone stared at them in some bewilderment, but Ginny ignored them all and walked over to him. “Well then… I guess I should say that I like you too.”

Neville blinked, Draco gaped, Luna smiled dreamily, Ron stared, Cho rolled her eyes, and Viktor pulled some fluff off his coat.

“You do?” Draco asked in obvious shock. “But...” He seemed to be at a loss for words and could only gape again. “Him?”

Ginny glared at him slightly. “Oh yes, it may surprise you to learn that not every girl finds you as irresistible as you think, and yes, Malfoy, I like him.”

Neville could have almost done a tap dance he was so happy. Thankfully he did not, and instead smiled at her like she was the only thing that mattered to him in the world. Ginny smiled back, and everyone else tried hard not to roll their eyes, Draco in particular who was still struggling to come to terms with the fact that the girl he had been courting had gone off with Neville over him. The world was obviously upside down today.

Viktor started laughing, and everyone looked at him in surprise, even Cho. “What could possibly be so funny?” she snapped, tapping her foot irritably on the ground. “We’re trapped in this stupid room with a bunch of romantic weirdoes, while Harry and that devil-witch play happy couple downstairs. This is a disaster!” And she promptly burst into tears, which everyone ignored.

“He’s cracked,” Ron said with a shake of his head. Even Luna seemed a bit wary of the Bulgarian.

“It’s just,” Viktor said with a chuckle, “all this time I have tried to get my Hermyninny back, and instead I end up bringing together a silly redheaded bint and a clumsy, lump of lard.”

“Why you-” Ginny began, whipping out her wand, but someone already got there first, their fist connecting with the Bulgarian’s jaw to send him falling to the ground with a loud crash.

Neville rubbed his knuckles and winced slightly. “That hurt more than I hurt it would.”

“I can’t believe you punched him,” Draco commented in his lazy drawl, looking somewhat impressed.

Neville shrugged and gave a sheepish smile. “Couldn’t help it. He was asking for it.”

Ginny beamed at him and gave him a kiss to his cheek. “Thanks, Neville.”

He smiled bashfully at her, but Cho’s crying suddenly increased in volume making them all wince.

“Can’t someone shut her up?” Ron demanded, planting his hands over his ears.

Two flashes of flight shot towards the sobbing girl, and suddenly she fell limp. Ginny and Luna beamed at each, before each pocketed their wands. Now that that was dealt with they could all wonder in peace what was happening down stairs, though admittedly Draco had lost his enthusiasm for the whole idea now that he didn’t have a girl to win. He glanced at Cho’s unconscious body and smirked slightly. Now she was a looker…

Harry ate his chicken in thoughtful silence, his eyes sometimes flicking towards Hermione. When she had first sat down opposite him he had not been able to believe his eyes. Out of all the woman that he knew he was not expecting Hermione to be the one who had written the letter, and had not really been sure what to think. She was his best friend, and because of that he had never really considered her in a romantic light. Sure, he found her beautiful in her own way, though not many people would agree with him, and sure he had always had a special, soft spot for her, but he had just assumed it was because she was his best friend. Seeing her there made him consider his feelings though. Was it possible he had been blinded by his friendship and had failed to see what had been staring him in the face this whole time? Was it possible that he somehow liked her too?

Those were the thoughts that had ran through his head, but as he had discovered that she had not written the letter he had been thrown into confusion all over again. He knew now that he at least had some feelings for her that were not just harmless friendliness, but did she like him? It was impossible to tell, and it was somewhat daunting to bring it up. They had managed to get through the dinner by wondering aloud who had set them up, but now that the topic had been thoroughly explored, and Ginny and Ron labelled as the culprits, that had both left their minds to wonder just why the two had set them up. No doubt if Ginny was here she’d have held up a big sign that said ‘because you two like each other and are two dumb to admit it’, but unfortunately she was too busy smiling sappily at Neville, and therefore Harry was left to his own devices in figuring out how to confront Hermione.

He glanced up again at his friend, seeing her holding her glass of wine in silent contemplation. There was nothing left for it. Just like when he had faced dragons, Death Eaters, and Voldemort, he just needed to take a breath and do it. He wasn’t a coward, and he was not going to cower over his feelings for Hermione. It was time to just go for it!

“Hermione… if you didn’t know that I had not written the letter and were on this date with me for real, what would you think?”

Hermione, who had just taken a sip of her drink, and was now choking on it at his words, rubbed her chest and coughed slightly. “I” -cough- “What?”

“I’m meaning,” Harry said slowly, his eyes watching her intently, “that if you really were on this date with me, and let’s say I really had written the letter, would you be disappointed that it was me?”

“I…” she flushed slightly, “Well I, um… no, Harry, I would not be disappointed.”

Harry’s body seemed to relax at that. “That’s good.”

She looked up at him, her cheeks rather pink. “Oh?”

He nodded and leaned towards her, his green eyes meeting hers so that he could see all the different shades of brown that made up her eyes. He’d always thought them not very startling, being just the boring old brown, but seeing them so close, with all the ambers, chestnuts and chocolates that melded together, he realised they were in fact beautiful. A smile came to his lips, and he reached out a hand to place against her cheek. “Yeah, because I think I really do like you...”

Hermione didn’t even get a chance to respond before his lips were pressing against hers. The shock stopped her from really enjoying it, but as they both relaxed into the kiss, she could feel that fuzzy warmth settling back into her stomach and the strange feeling of floating coming over her body. For once her mind decided to not argue with how illogical it was, and placing her arm around his neck she returned the kiss with all that she had, years and years of pent up feelings finally releasing out.

They broke apart and smiled at each other, and as Hermione opened her mouth to speak, Viktor Krum and Cho Chang went racing past their table, closely followed by Neville, Ginny, Ron, Luna, and of course Draco. She blinked and brought her gaze back to Harry, who just shrugged.

“I don’t know what that was about,” he said with a frown.

“Neither do I,” she said with her own frown, but then decided it didn’t matter anyway. She had Harry and he had her. Nothing else mattered now.

Smiling, she grabbed his face again and gave him a kiss, quite content to forget about everything else and just enjoy her time with him. She’d already wasted enough years and now that they finally knew how each other felt, it was time to make the most of it.

And so Harry and Hermione lived happily after, both happy to forgive the others for setting them up in such a way in the face of having their love finally realised. Neville, Ginny, Ron and Luna gave up their cupid act, quite content to enjoy their own love lives, and Draco and Cho discovered that two such gorgeous people as themselves should surely belong together. They have graced the cover of Witch Weekly’s ‘most beautiful couple’ five times now, and neither seemed to regret not being with their initial desired partner.

As for Krum, well he unfortunately got mobbed by some rabid quidditch fangirls and was never seen again.

The End.

A/N: Yeah, so that’s the end. It didn’t really turn out how I wanted, but oh well. I hope you enjoyed it anyway.

Kudos to Usha for giving the idea for the glamour charms and switching of the waiter on the date, and also to Strawberry Nerd who gave the idea of Krum being mobbed.