Hello all... sorry about the lack of updates... I kinda forgot about this story... oops... I had it finished a while ago... I'm really really sorry... Well this is the last part... hope you enjoyed it.

Ron Weasley was not in a good mood.

The picture of his poor , young, innocent sister kissing that... slimy git remained in his mind, no matter how hard he tried to push it out! He was going to kill Fred and George! This mad prank had gone way to far. If he heard another declaration of love he was going to scream.

Then he heard the music.

He groaned and headed in that direction.

Though I've tried before to tell her

Of the feelings I have for her in my heart

Every time that I come near her

I just lose my nerve

As I've done from the start

Every little thing she does is magic

Everything she do just turns me on

Even though my life before was tragic

Now I know my love for her goes on

Ron finally reached his destination. There was quite a build up of people, so he had to push through a bit to see who it was that was doing the singing. When he saw who it was, he actually laughed, and rubbed his eyes. Shaking his head, he looked up again.

Do I have to tell the story

Of a thousand rainy days since we first met

It's a big enough umbrella

But it's always me that ends up getting wet

He laughed again, and continued shaking his head. I must be losing my mind, he mused. For a second there I thought Harry was singing to Hermione!

Every little thing she does is magic

Everything she do just turns me on

Even though my life before was tragicNow I know my love for her goes on

I resolve to call her up a thousand times a day

And ask her if she'll marry me in some old fashioned way

But my silent fears have gripped me

Long before I reach the phone

Long before my tongue has tripped me

Must I always be alone?

Every little thing she does is magic

Everything she do just turns me on

Even though my life before was tragic

Now I know my love for her goes on

Every little thing she does is magic

Everything she do just turns me on

Even though my life before was tragic

Now I know my love for her goes on

Every little thing

Every little thing

(A/N: Song by the Police: Every Little Thing . Not mine)

Ron screamed and then promptly fainted.

Harry walked as fast as he could towards the lake, ignoring the catcalls and excited whispers that seemed to follow him down the corridor. It wasn't hard, for all his concentration was based solely on trying to figure out exactly what that look Hermione had given him had meant.

He still couldn't quite believe he had burst out in song, not only in front of practically the whole of Hogwarts, but declaring his love for Hermione as well.

Yes, love.

He had given in to it long ago. Well, middle of 6th year.

It was funny how the most important realizations of your life pop up at the strangest times and in the strangest places. For example he had found out he was a wizard in an old shack, during a monsoon, in the middle of nowhere. He had realized Voldemort had been defeated from the inside of a hollowed out tree at 3:00 in the morning, trying to stay conscious from a deep blow to the head. (It's best not to ask.) And, he had found out he was utterly, hopelessly, madly, in love with Hermione Granger while kissing Ginny Weasley.

He sighed, sitting down on his rock, yes his rock, by the lake.

Placing his head in his hands, he groaned.

Hermione Granger was still in shock.

It had been so sudden, so unexpected, that she didn't know what to think, let alone what to say or do.

Harry had left long ago, and so had most of the crowd, and yet she was still here, in the same position Harry had left her in, still looking like an idiot, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish out of water.

Pitiful really.

She could handle any spell, not to brag or anything, but when it came to her love life, which so far had been virtually nonexistent, she was hopeless.

Slowly she got up, picking up her bag and all the books that had spilled out.

Then she left, walking, but not really knowing where she was going. She had arithmancy in a few minutes, but she decided to skip.

People do crazy things when they're in love.

He opened his eyes, and saw white. He immediately closed them again.

Am I dead?

He must be, it was... peaceful, quiet...no singing... and...squishy? Moving around Ron decided, that, no, he was not, in fact, dead.

He was in the hospital wing. He would recognize it, being best friends with Harry Potter. Thinking of Harry made him think of the singing, and thinking of the singing made him think of Hermione. He sighed, today was definitely not his day.

Opening his eyes again, and blinking a few times, he was greeted by the sight of Madam Pomfrey bustling around the hospital wing. She immediately caught sight of Ron's open eyes.

"Oh you're finally up are you? You've been out of about an hour." She handed him a goblet full of a suspicious looking green liquid, "Drink this. It may taste a bit like old socks, but I'm sure you'll manage. If not, you always know that a...

Spoonful of sugar helps the potion go down. The potion go down-wown. The potion go down. Just a spoonful of sugar helps the potion go down. In a most delightful way." She walked off, humming the tune softly to herself.

Ron drank the potion in a gulp, hoping that maybe it would knock him out again..

This time for the rest of today.

(A/N: when I wrote that I started thinking of Mary Poppins, so I decided to put in that song...)

"Harry?"

"Hey Hermione."

He was where she had figured he would be. On his rock, where he went when he had some serious thinking to do. She sat down next to him.

"I..." He stopped.

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry."

Hermione's face took on a puzzled expression, something it rarely did, "Sorry? Why in Merlin's name are you sorry?"

It was Harry's turn to look puzzled, "Well, for embarrassing you of course."

Hermione smiled a bit, "You didn't embarrass me Harry. Not at all. In fact I liked it." She paused, "A lot."

"What!" He sounded alarmed.

"Yeah... In fact... I think... I know... I'm in love with you..."

"NO!" Harry practically screamed. "This is all wrong! You can't love me!"

"But Harry... I thought... I mean the song..."

"The song didn't act on real feelings Hermione...I don't like you that way at all... In fact... Hermione I love Ron..."

"NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

It would probably go along the lines of that... maybe minus the declaration of love for Ron, but still... that would have been a good spin on what she had now dubbed, "My Life: The Soap Opera" Regardless,

She needed to talk to him.

Wandering the castle thinking about him was not helping her any. In fact, with visions like the one she had just had plaguing her mind, it was harming her.

She really needed to talk to him, and she knew just where to look.

She didn't say a word as she approached, but he knew it was her. She stood behind him a moment, and then she sat next to him.

They said nothing. Even though much was needed to be said.

Hermione bit her bottom lip and tugged on the hem of her skirt. She then let out a breath of hot hair. This was way to awkward for her liking. Then she felt it. A tingling sensation flowing throughout her body. Next she felt a want, the want turned into an urge, and the urge into a need. She needed to warn him, for she knew what was coming, but if she opened her mouth, then it would surely come out.

But she tried anyway, "Harry I'm...

Tugging at my hair

I'm pulling at my clothes

I'm trying to keep my cool

I know it shows

I'm staring at my feet

My checks are turning red

I'm searching for the words inside my head

(Cause) I'm feeling nervous

Trying to be so perfectCause I know you're worth it

You're worth it

Yeah

If I could say what I want to say

I'd say I wanna blow you... away

Be with you every night

Am I squeezing you too tight

If I could say what I want to see

I want to see you go down

On one knee

Marry me today

Yes, I'm wishing my life away

With these things I'll never say

It don't do me any good

It's just a waste of time

What use is it to you

What's on my mind

If ain't coming out

We're not going anywhere

So why can't I just tell you that I care

(Cause) I'm feeling nervous

Trying to be so perfect

Cause I know you're worth it

You're worth it

Yeah

If I could say what I want to say

I'd say I wanna blow you... away

Be with you every night

Am I squeezing you too tight

If I could say what I want to see

I want to see you go down

On one knee

Marry me today

Yes, I'm wishing my life away

With these things I'll never say

What's wrong with my tongue

These words keep slipping away

I stutter, I stumble

Like I've got nothing to say

(Cause) I'm feeling nervous

Trying to be so perfect

Cause I know you're worth it

You're worth itYeah

Yes I'm wishing my life away with these things I'll never say

If I could say what I want to say

I'd say I wanna blow you...away

Be with you every night

Am I squeezing you too tight

If I could say what I want to see

I want to see you go down

On one knee

Marry me today

Yes, I'm wishing my life away

With these things I'll never say

These things I'll never say..."

(A/N Song belongs to Avril Lavigne...ick... It's called Things Ill Never Say...need I tell you its not mine?)

Hermione internally groaned when she had finished the song. That was just wonderful. Out of all the stupid things she could have done that was probably the worst. She took a deep breath and stood to leave. Harry wouldn't want her around after that absolutely humiliating display of affection.

"Are you leaving?" Harry's voice surprised her.

"Don't you want me to?"

"No." His voice came out quickly. "I mean... why would I?"

"I just thought..." Hermione trailed off as she sat back down.

"That I wouldn't want you here?"

"Yeah."

"That's how I felt." He paused, "After I sang."

"It was a beautiful song." Hermione's voice was soft and full of emotion.

"I meant every word of it." Their eyes locked, and then they both quickly looked away.

"That's good." Hermione immediately cringed at her choice of words. Saying stupid things seemed to come naturally for her today. "I mean... Merlin Harry, I don't know what to say..."

Harry ran a hand through his hair. "Me either."

"Did you really mean it? All of it." Hermione practically whispered.

"Every word." He repeated. Their eyes locked again, but this time neither looked away. Their lips grew closer and closer, then...

"NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOO!"

Despite his pleadings to Madame Pomfrey to let him stay in the hospital wing where it was relatively safe, she had kicked him out, assuring him that he was perfectly fine and safe anywhere in Hogwarts.

HA! He laughed at the word safe. No one was safe. The music was everywhere. He took a suspicious glance around the now deserted corridor. Then he ran.

His target: Harry Potter

His mission: Reach and talk to Potter without any encounters of cursed students singing out -of-tune songs.

If he should fail he would crack. That's right, crack. Go crazy, mad, insane, nutty, round the bend. However you should describe it, that's what would happen to him. He wouldn't let it happen. He would complete his mission. He needed something to get him psyched up. What was that song Dad used to hum all the time? Oh that's right, "Secret argent man, secret argent man..." NO! He was... Singing! This could jeopardize his mission. There was to be no singing.

Besides...humming was just as good.

He was just getting into the gituiarira... is that what Dad had called them?...solo when he ran smack into Blaise Zabini.

Damn

"On a mission?" She smiled at him.

Smiled? She was a Slytherin wasn't she?

"You know what I was sing... humming?"

"Yup! It's like my dad's favorite song, Secret Agent Man."

"But that's a muggle song." Oh.. agent!

She raised an eyebrow, "So?"

"You're a Slytherin."

"So?"

"Slytherins don't like muggles, or anything to do with them."

She practically growled, "Why are all you Gryffindors so stereotypical? Not all Slytherins hate muggles!" She then got a weird gleam in her eyes.

An alarm went off in Ron's head, "SONG ALERT!"

"Well nice seeing you." The music started and Ron began to run away. "Bye!"

"Wait you have to know... I see ya pointing' your finger."

Ron covered his ears! He couldn't fail this mission!

"You stereotype me, cause you don't like me. Well you don't even know me, punk."

"I'm not listening! La-la-la-la! I'm not LISTENING!"

"You don't know me. You stereotype me, cuz you don't like me!"

"La-la-la."

She was soon out of his site and Ron let out a breath he didn't realized he had been holding. He had almost failed his mission. He had to be more careful.

Without any more mishaps Ron finally reached his target. Harry was exactly where he thought he would be, out by the lake on that rock. Hermione was with him.

Ron grinned, that was brilliant; he could kill two spiders with one foot.

Then he looked a little bit more closely at the scene before him. They were leaning forward... they were going to kiss... "NNNNOOOOO!" Ron spirited towards them. He was not going to let the inevitable happen.

They quickly jerked away from each other, both blushing like mad. Ron arrived by their side, slightly out of breath.

"Ron? What?" Hermione still looked a bit dazed.

"It's not fair!" Ron whined.

"What?" Harry and Hermione glanced at each other in confusion.

"You get everything!"

"Who?"

"You." He pointed at Harry, "You get the wealth, the fame, the looks," Hermione's thoughts involuntarily went back to her daydream, and she shivered.

"And now you're going to get the girl."

Hermione gave a slight growl, "Oh not only is that all complete rubbish, but am I now a prize to be won?"

"Well, no... not exactly..." Ron trailed off.

"Then how exactly?"

"Well..."

"Will you two shut it?" Harry's quiet voice surprised them so much they stopped their bickering, "First off," Harry started in the same frightening calm voice. "Hermione's right Ron. She's a person who is very capable of making her own decisions. Second of all, do you think I wanted all of it? Sure, the fame's dying down, thank Merlin, but it's been more of a curse. I would have given anything to not have been the one that blasted prophecy applied to. How many people that I love have been killed? I would trade places with you any day, if not for, well... if Hermione really does..." He trailed off, a blush actually appearing on his cheeks. "I mean if she does...er... fancy me..." He became even more red if that was possible.

Hermione's face turned crimson as well, and Ron glanced between the both of them.

"Do you love her Harry?"

"Yes." The answer was immediate, and unwavering.

Hermione gave a little cry of surprise.

"And, do you, Hermione, love Harry?"

"Yes." Hermione sounded as though she couldn't believe this was happening.

Ron decided at that moment, for his own health, to look away. First there's going to be an awkward pause.

There was an awkward pause.

Then they're going to start staring into each others eyes.

There was more silence.

Then he's going to say:

"I love you Hermione."

Then she's going to say:

"I love you too. So much."

And then they'll lean in, and then...

There was a sort of smacking noise, and then a muffled moan.

Ron ran. As fast as his long legs could carry him. He ran across the grounds, and through the huge front oak door, through corridors lined with photographs of famous witch and wizards, and ran smack into Blaise Zabini once again.

"Oof."

"Sorry..." She looked up, "Again." A blush appeared on her cheeks.

Ron blushed as well, "Er... Blaise, I'm sorry about...er... stereotyping you." He paused, "And running away," He added as an afterthought.

"Oh!." She looked surprised, "If anyone should be apologizing it should be me. I got a little out of hand with the singing." She smiled sheepishly.

Ron grinned, "Oh it's not your fault! It's some sort of curse my brother's place on the school as some sort of sick April Fool's joke. My friend Hermione is the most sensible and logical person I know, and even she... sang..." He trailed off, his grin diminishing.

"What's the matter."

"Oh it's just... well... it's stupid."

Blaise gave him a small smile, "I doubt that."

"Well... see... I have the smallest, I mean microscopic, I mean miniature, I minuscule, just a little, tiny crush on my friend Hermione..."

Blaise interrupted, "You realize those all mean the same thing?"

"What?" Asked Ron, who was still caught out in his rant, "Oh, yes, but that isn't the point here. What I was getting to is it seems to be that she's madly in love with my other best friend Harry."

"Does he like her back?" Blaise sounded intrigued.

"Well yes." Said Ron exasperated, "That's the whole problem."

"It sounds wonderfully romantic if you ask me."

Ron sighed, "It is." He frowned, "Unfortunately. I bumped into you because I didn't think I could take them being so 'wonderfully romantic' as you so nicely put it, anymore."

Blaise smiled, "Were they whispering sweet nothings to each other?"

Ron made a face, "No. Thank Merlin no."

"Were they cuddling, while she laid her head on his shoulder and he absentmindedly played with her hair." She sighed in a happy sort of way.

Ron looked at her strangely, "No..."

"Were they having a picnic together, and feeding each other food?"

"What the bloody hell are you talking about? They were snogging of course! Where did you come up with those ideas?"

She blushed, "Well... I'm a bit of a romantic..."

Ron snorted.

"But anyway, you ran away from them snogging? They would have stopped eventually, and they are your best friends."

"Key word there, eventually, and this wasn't just a normal snog." He shuddered, "Oh no."

She gave him a look, "Ron, there is no normal way of snogging."

"Well, however they were snogging it wasn't like something I've even heard."

"Heard?"

"Yes, heard. You don't think I was going to sit there and watch them?"

"Never mind that. How did it sound different from a normal, as you say, snog."

Ron considered this for a moment, "It sounded like... someone eating a sandwich."

"Regardless... they're still your best friends, you should stay with them and talk it out."

"A really thick sandwich, with lots of meat."

"They're still... your best friends."

"With mayo."

"Oh for Merlin's sake!" She exclaimed, "Just get new friends already!"

Ron opened his mouth to protest, but then he saw she was smiling, and he burst out laughing. Blaise soon followed in suit.

As the laughter died away, Ron did something that surprised even himself, he looked Blaise, (who was very pretty he decided), in the eyes and asked, "How would you like to go to Hogsmead with me next weekend?"

Blaise smiled.

The giant squid's tentacles struck the lake's smooth surface creating small waves which quietly lapped against the muddy shores. Birds of multi- colors swiftly flew from tree to tree, occasionally letting out a burst of a melodic tune. Hogwarts stood in the mists its undeniably majestical settings, towers reaching to the sky which the sunlight was fading from.

And yet, they noticed none of this. Rather they were caught up in each other, neither one of them wishing to be at any other place at that moment. They had tumbled off Harry's rock, and were currently rolling around in the thick grass, but both were too involved in the heated snog to care the least.

Apparently lack of oxygen was an issue, despite their not thinking of it, for after some time the two pulled slightly away from each other, panting heavily.

"That was..." She trailed off. There was no need to finish the sentence.

A comfortable silence ensued. Hermione buried her nose deep into Harry's robes, taking a deep breath, seemingly taking in the essence of him.
"Are you sure?" Harry's voice rang out, disturbing the silence.

Hermione drew away from Harry's robes, taking in one last deep breath before slowly opening her eyes. "Am I sure about what?" She replied, almost sounding as though in a daze.

"About loving me."

Her eyes mirrored the extreme confusion she felt, "Of course I am."

Harry looked away and sighed, then said in almost a whisper, "How do you know?"

Hermione smiled slightly, "Well, you're asking something that has been pondered by some of the greatest minds for centuries. What is love? The dictionary defines 'love' as 'an intense feeling of deep affection'."

Harry opened his mouth as to ask something, but Hermione cut him off before he could start his question.

"Yes, I looked it up in the dictionary. I figured there had to be some kind of logical explanation for the feeling I got in the pit of my stomach whenever you smiled at me or our hands brushed." She sighed, "I looked in the library for ages looking for something, anything, to explain it. The dictionary was the closest I got, which is saying something considering how useless it was." She paused. "But then I realized that maybe for some,"- (She placed a great deal of emphasis on the word 'some'.)- "Things there's no book that can help you. So I started dealing with it on my own. No books. One day I just couldn't take it anymore, so I owled my mum, this was out of desperation you see, and I explained to her my situation and asked her when I would know I was in love. What she said was simply, 'You'll know.' When I got this letter I was absolutely outraged, I couldn't believe that, here I was trying to handle these very new feelings and all my mum, who I had confided in, could tell me that I 'would know'. But do you know what? I more I thought about it, and I thought about it a lot trust me, the more it made sense. Because when you're in love, you just know. Love is not that you can live with someone, it's that you can't live without them. Love is that feeling you get when you're with that person, and only that person. Love is that little jolt you get every time you touch that person. Love is looking at that person and never wanting to look away. Love is..." She trailed off, "Is what I feel when I'm around you. And I've never been more sure about anything in my life." She looked up and was surprised to see tears running down Harry's face.

He wrapped her in a tight hug and that was how they stayed for some time.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

"It's just..."

"Just what?"

"I'm scared."

"I'm scared too Harry."

"I don't want to lose you."

"You won't."

"And... you're the first person I can ever remember loving me, or loving."

"The Weasley's all love you Harry."

"Yeah, but... it's different."

"I know."

"I love you Hermione. Thanks for everything."

"I love you too, and you're very welcome."

Unknown to them, two young men gazed on with pleased expressions.

"I'd say today was an overall success."

"Except for that slimy git Malfoy and our little sister."

"Ah yes, the one exception. At least we know his feelings are genuine."
"Too true. The spell made sure of that."

"Pity that Hermione figured it all out."

"Yes, but it didn't stop the spell from having an effect on her."

The two shared identical grins.

"Quite true my dear brother."

They continued watching the many screens of all the effects of their homemade spell.

"Fred, turn screen 4 off. I can't stand watching Ginny and Malfoy snog anymore."

"Good call George." And with a flick of his wand the selected screen turned off.

George suddenly started to snicked, "Fred, zoom in screen 13."

"Sure thing."

As the screen grew larger they both erupted in laughter.

"Turn up the sound."

"Righto."

"Walking sideways like a crab Making music work real bad. From your feet to the top of your heart. Go crazy with the feeling. You don't want to go to bed Disco fever! Disco fever! Disco fever! Disco fever! Disco fever! Disco fever!"

It was McGonagall and she was doing a deformed sort of disco dance, throwing her hand from her hip in a upward diagonal motion to the sky, while twirling around in circles on her desk. (A/N: Try and imagine this people!)

Fred chuckled and switched the screen off, "Interesting."

"Quite, but maybe it's time we retire."

"Excellent idea. I was just thinking the same. Grab your wand then." Fred gave another flick of his wand and all the screens went blank.

"Ready?"

"Quite."

After a series of well chosen words, Hogwarts once again glowed a strange golden color. The color slowly started to be drug in, as if it were a wave washing back to sea. After a few moments the color had found it's way to the room Fred and George had been observing from, and finally into a large glowing ball which sat on the tips of their joined wands.

Another few words and the ball had disappeared in a flash.

"Another job well done by the Weasley brothers."

Fred and George grinned and slapped hands. They then left the room, turning out the lights as the left. It had been an eventful April Fools Day.

I hope you all enjoyed this. Please do review... also, there might be quite a few mistakes, as it was not beta-ed.

Cheers!