AN: I still don't own anything… This is the last chapter! Whoo! LOL.

Hermione slowly opened the door. Since she didn't want to go to the ball by herself, and she didn't want to choose between Harry and Draco, she was going with Ron.

She watched Ron's facial expression as she walked down the staircase. His mouth dropped open. Hermione giggled and walked over to him.

Hermione was wearing a pinkish periwinkle colored dress. It flared out at the bottom and it shimmered in the light. Lavender had done Hermione's hair. It was half up and half down. It was also in loose curls, and looked lovely. She had on white gloves that went to her elbows; the dress had no real sleeves.

Ron gasped and exclaimed loudly, "Wow!"

Hermione blushed and took his offered hand as they walked out of the common room.

Draco and Harry had gone to the ball stag, since they both wanted to take Hermione but couldn't. Ron had felt uneasy about taking Hermione, but Harry promised him that he was okay with it, since he knew they were just going as friends.

Harry and Draco saw Ron and Hermione enter the Great Hall at the same time, since they were both waiting for them to come. Draco dashed over to the two of them, completely ignoring Ron, and looking Hermione straight in the face. Hermione gulped. Harry casually sauntered over to them, not wanting Hermione to know how desperate he was.

Ron just dug his foot into the floor and looked at Harry, a peculiar expression etched into his face. Harry's stomach did a flip flop when he looked at Ron's face, not knowing what it meant.

I still can't believe that I actually agreed to take Hermione, Harry must hate me! It's like I'm almost stealing his girlfriend, even though she is actually Draco's… But Harry and Hermione belong together; I can't believe Hermione ever went out with Malfoy! But oh well, there is nothing I can do about it…Ron thought to himself, watching Hermione look from Draco to Harry.

Hermione threw her hands up in frustration and walked toward the long buffet table, exclaiming she needed a drink. Ron, noticing her walk rather quickly toward the table, followed her.

"Are you alright, Hermione?" he asked cautiously.

"No!" Hermione cried out in a whisper.

Ron patted her arm in an understanding fashion. "I know," he said softly.

Hermione let a tear roll down her cheek. It rolled off her chin and on to her white glove. She sighed and wiped her semi-wet cheek.

Ron gave her a small smile. "Do you know who you're going to choose? Because if you do, I think you should tell them. That way they don't have to go through all the torture of not knowing, you know?" Ron said.

Hermione nodding slightly, but then replied, "I know that. But I just don't if the guy I have in my head as the right guy is actually the right guy."

Ron poured a glass of punch and handed it to her. Hermione accepted it with a smile and downed it in one gulp, as if it were a shot glass. Ron chuckled a little and poured himself a glass.

Hermione heard someone in the crowd gasp, and they both turned in the direction that the gasp came from. Ron sighed. Hermione closed her eyes. Draco and Harry were glaring at each other, wands out. "You did that on purpose!" Harry yelled out angrily.

"I did not!" Draco said, not sounding very convincing.

Ron plastered a determined expression on his face and marched over to Harry and Draco. Draco spun around, so that he was facing Ron.

"Stay out of this, Weasel boy. Do you know how hard it was for me to pretend not to hate you? I know that I've changed, and I've become friends with people that I wouldn't have in the past, but I just cannot stand you. I never could, and I highly doubt that I ever will!" Draco spat out. Then he whispered a spell, and before Ron knew what happened, he was lying flat on his back; his wand had flown about fifteen feet to his right. Hermione gasped. Harry then said a curse and Draco's arms and legs flew to his sides and he fell on his face. Harry went over to Ron and helped him up.

"Accio wand," Harry said. Ron's wand flew toward Harry, and Ron grabbed it.

Ron started swearing at Draco, who couldn't do anything since he was in the full body bind. However, a few seconds later, he was released from the spell; no doubt a Slytherin reversed the curse for him.

Harry and Ron both scowled.

"Potter, if you think you deserve Hermione, fight for her like a man, without your little sidekick!" Draco said as he stood up, anger boiling inside him.

Harry looked at Ron and motioned for him to go back to Hermione.

"First off, I don't think I deserve Hermione. No one does. Especially not you," Harry said, holding up his wand again, "However, I will fight for her."

Hermione was so shocked that she actually fainted. Ron caught her right before she hit the ground. Harry and Draco sprinted over to her. Ginny was calling Hermione's name, trying to get her to wake up.

After about two minutes, she woke up, her eyelashes fluttering. She saw Draco and Harry hovering over her; very worried.

She sat upright (Ron had gently placed her on the ground before). Then she began screaming at them, "Can't you two get along for five minutes without threatening to curse and hex each other!? Merlin's beard! I am so sick of you two and your petty arguing! Can you ever act like civilized wizards when in the presence of each other?!" she huffed loudly.

Harry was taken aback, he knew she was seriously mad, because she only used the phrase "Merlin's beard!" when she was extremely upset. Draco's eyes narrowed and he took a step away from Hermione.

"It was Harry's fault! He started it!" Draco exclaimed.

"Stop acting like a two year old, Draco," Hermione said a little softer, although still pretty sternly.

Harry smiled to himself, until Hermione glared at him.

Hermione stood up, dusted her dress off, and grabbed Ron's hand. She led him to the dance floor, leaving Draco and Harry looking speechless, watching her.

Ron just shrugged helplessly in Harry's direction as Hermione continued steering him toward the floor for dancing.

Harry and Draco glared at each other until the end of the song.

Hermione then walked toward Ginny and led her outside.

"What is it, Hermione?" Ginny asked, trying to appear casual but failing miserably.

"I just don't know what to do!" Hermione cried out in frustration, wringing her hands.

Ginny patted her back and replied, "Just listen to your heart, Hermione. It'll tell you what to do. Trust it."

"I'm just so confused. I mean, I should be mad at Draco for cursing Ron. But that would mean that I would have to be mad at Harry for cursing Draco, even though it was for Ron," Hermione said.

Ginny smiled sympathetically and responded, "I think you know your answer, and I think you know you know your answer. I also think that you're afraid. Afraid of the outcome of telling them your answer. But don't be, Hermione, don't be. Just tell them. The sooner, the better, for all three of you."

Now it was Hermione's turn to smile. "You're right," she said simply. Gathering all her courage, she marched back inside and sought out Harry and Draco.

"Guys, I have my answer," she said confidently.

Draco and Harry looked at Hermione, and then at each other. It was the moment they had been waiting for. They would finally know with whom Hermione's heart lay.

Hermione took a deep breath. She let it out shakily. Ginny was right. I do know who it is. Oh I hope he doesn't get too mad at me! I hope we can still remain friends… she thought to herself before speaking. She opened her mouth, but before she could reveal her choice, an ear splitting scream was heard from across the Great Hall!

Harry ran over to where the scream originated. There were Crabbe and Goyle, holding on to a very frightened 4th year girl.

"Please! Let me go! I didn't do anything!" she sobbed.

Goyle just laughed that horrific laugh he has, and Crabbe sneered. Then Goyle asked, "What are you doing, Potter?"

"Put her down, Goyle," Harry said, not at all scared of the two large men.

Crabbe twisted the girl's arm in response. She screamed in pain again. Harry winced.

Hermione and Draco had made their way toward the commotion by then.

"Let her go. Now!" Harry said audaciously, reaching for his wand.

Goyle pulled out his own wand, and pointed it at the girl.

"If you touch that wand, I'm going to curse her!" he threatened.

Hermione looked around, wondering where all the teachers were.

"If you're looking for someone to help, you filthy Mudblood, don't bother. We got all the teachers outside, and Goyle placed a locking spell on it that no one can undo," Crabbe said, scornfully.

Harry looked at the door, and then at Crabbe. Draco and Harry said at the same time, "Don't call her a Mudblood!"

Hermione couldn't help but smile.

"I'm giving you until the count of three to let her go," Harry said unwaveringly, holding up three fingers.

Neither Goyle nor Crabbe moved an inch.

"One," Harry said, put one finger down.

"Two," he continued, putting another finger down.

"Three," he said, grabbing his wand very swiftly and muttering a curse. It hit Goyle in the face; he flew backward and was at once held down by rope. Now it was just Crabbe, Harry, and the 14 year old girl. She was crying and trying to struggle free from Crabbe's grasp.

Harry said a hex and Crabbe's limbs sprang toward his body and he keeled over, landing on his face. The girl, finally being freed, ran to her best friend and they hugged.

Ron slapped Harry on his shoulder, exclaiming, "That was bloody brilliant. Who else would stand up to Crabbe and Goyle? I mean, they weigh as much as one of those rumo wrestlers each!"

"You mean, sumo wrestler, right, Ron?" Hermione asked.

"That's what I said," Ron replied.

Harry smiled and laughed. He then went over to the girl and asked her if she was alright.

She nodded her head fervently, and smiled. Her best friend thanked Harry for saving her. Harry just smiled and said it was nothing. Hermione and Ron walked over to the Great Hall doors and tried to open them.

"Stand back," Neville said, walking up behind Hermione and Ron.

Ron shrugged and they moved, making room for Neville.

He backed up a few feet, and then ran right into the door, holding his shoulder out first.

A huge Bang! was heard throughout the Great Hall, and the door went swinging open. Neville landed on his read, a giant smile plastered on his face. Hermione went over to him and gave him a hug, and then helped him stand up. Dumbledore came rushing into the room.

After everything was sorted out, and detentions to last the rest of the school year were handed out to Crabbe and Goyle, Harry, Draco, and Hermione sat down at a table.

Hermione took a shaky breath, and held it for a little while before exhaling. Draco and Harry looked at her curiously, waiting for the words that would change both their lives; one for the better, and one for the worse.

"I choose…" Hermione said.

Draco and Harry leaned in toward Hermione, anticipating her answer.


Draco punched the table, hard. Harry just stared at Hermione, unable to comprehend what she just said.

"Are, are y… are you serious?" Harry asked in just above a whisper.

"Yes," Hermione said confidently.

Then Hermione leaned over the table and kissed Harry.

Neither of them had experienced a kiss like that before.

And that, my friends, is the end. How was it? Please R/R! Thanks! :)

I couldn't really think of a very good ending… *shrugs*