Hello! Back again with what is the last chapter in the Date Doctor. I'm so sad that it's over now!! *cries* I'd like to thank Jesse McCartney (it'll be explained later on.) And so you guys know, I didn't write that song! I don't have that much talent. I warn you all- this is very fluffy, with funny on the side. Every other part of the fic was funny, so I thought it needed some fluff. This chapter is a bit of both! It's... flunny. I'm making that a word. You'll have to deal with it.
*kisses*
lil_irish_girl
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Previously on The Date Doctor;
"Well, all we need is a Muggle radio and some high heel shoes..."
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"Uhh, Harry?" Ron looked confused. "Why do we need high heel shoes?"
"For Parvati of course." Harry explained. He turned to her. "Unless you want to break your foot banging against the wall."
"No, no." Parvati said quickly. "I need new heels anyway. Why I'll be banging on the wall is my question."
"Well..." Harry said, then brought the two of them into a huddle, speaking in hushed tones. A couple minutes later they pulled back and smiled.
"That's a brilliant plan, Harry." Ron said enthusiastically. "I'm just kinda bummed, you know? I fancied 'Mione, after all."
Harry laughed. "Ron, don't you know that Luna is head over heels for you?"
"She is?" Ron asked, frowning slightly. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, Ron." Harry answered. "She's totally in love with you. If you don't believe me, go through tomorrow and see how many times she flirts with you."
"Whatever, mate." Ron dismissed, though he was going to pay closer attention to the blonde tomorrow. "Now are we going to put this plan into action or not?"
"Yeah, we are." Harry said, then turned to Parvati. "Now Parvati, whenever Hermione quiets down, tap your heel on the wall. Just do that every time there's a pause, at least until she comes out of the room."
"OK." Parvati said and practically skipped up the stairs. When she got to the dorm, she rapped on the door three times.
"Hermione?" she asked through the wood. "Can I come in?" Parvati heard a muffled 'Yeah'. She opened the door to find Hermione stretched out on her bed, a pillow over her head.
"Hey, 'Mione, it's OK." Parvati whispered soothingly as she walked over and began patting her back lightly.
"No, it's not." Hermione's voice came out from under her pillow. "Everything's awfully wrong. I should have known falling in love with my best friend would only lead to trouble." She silently sobbed as her body shook. Parvati took this as one of the 'quiet moments' that Harry had described, so she walked over to the wall and jammed her heel against it. A few seconds later, music filled the room and a deep baritone began to sing.
"We're the best of friends, and we share our secrets."
"Did you hear that?" Parvati asked, feigning confusion. "Sounded like music."
Hermione lifted her head and sat up. "Hear what?" she sniffed. "I didn't hear anything."
Parvati rolled her eyes and kicked the wall again, but with more force. I hope he gets the message to sing louder. Harry obviously did, for the music was louder this time.
"She knows everything that is on my mind, oh."
"Did you hear it now?" Parvati asked through clenched teeth, rubbing her foot.
"Yeah, I heard it this time." Hermione was oblivious to her friend's pain. "But who's singing it?"
Another pause. Parvati took her remaining strength and kicked the wall again.
"Parvati?" Hermione asked. "Why are you kicking the wall?"
"Shhh!" Parvati said quietly as the music floated through the dorm again.
"Lately something's changed, as I lie awake in my bed, the voice here inside my head softly says-"
"It's coming from the common room." Hermione said suddenly, standing up. "I'm going to find out who's singing."
"I'll come with!" Parvati suggested, smiling inwardly. The two girls walked just outside the dorm and looked down into the common room to find none other than Harry Potter standing in the middle of the room, looking up directly into Hermine's eyes.
"What-" Hermione whispered, but Parvati cut her off.
"Shh!" she said. "Just listen." Parvati nodded to Harry, who began singing again.
"-Why don't you kiss her? Why don't you tell her? Why don't you let her see, the feelings that you hide? 'Cause she'll never know, if you never show the way you feel inside."
"Go down there." Parvati murmured softly in Hermione's ear. "Everything will be explained."
"Are you crazy?" Hermione whispered shrilly. "I'm not going down there."
"Please, 'Mione." Harry asked. "Let me explain." Hermione relented and slowly walked down the stairs until she was standing in front of Harry.
"Alright, I'm here. Do I get informed now?" Hermione whispered, confusion evident in her eyes.
"Shh." Harry placed a finger to her lips, silencing her. "Just sit down and listen to the song, OK?" she did as he asked, crossing her legs and looking at him cautiously. He began to sing again.
"Oh, I'm so afraid to make that first move. Just a touch and we could cross the line, oh. And everytime she's near, I wanna never let her go. Confess to her what my heart knows, hold her close."
Harry held out his hands to her, she took them and was pulled up. He continued to hold her hands while singing.
"Why don't you kiss her? Why don't you tell her? Why don't you let her see the feelings that you hide? 'Cause she'll never know, if you never show, the way you feel inside."
Hermione smiled broadly and pulled Harry into a hug, wrapping her arms around his neck. His hands went around her small waist, still singing.
"What would she say? I wonder would she just turn away? Or would she promise me that she's here to stay? It hurts me to wait. I keep asking myself."
Harry broke the hug and looked directly into Hermione's eyes.
"Why don't you kiss her?"
Ron came out from the shadows, holding the Muggle radio. He began murmuring the words in the backround.
"Tell her you love her." Ron whispered in time with the music.
"Why don't you tell her?" Harry sang.
"Tell her you need her." murmured Ron.
"Why don't you let her see the feelings that you hide? 'Cause she'll never know if you never show, the way you feel inside. Why don't you kiss her?"
As the music slowed and eventually stopped, Harry leaned in and gently kissed Hermione's awaiting lips. Before she could properly deepen the kiss, which she desperately wanted to do, he pulled back slightly to look once again in her eyes- he saw confusion.
"Hermione," Harry started, his voice merely a croak. He coughed and tried again. "'Mione," he whispered, pushing a strand of hair out of her eyes. "I.. I love you."
Hermione's face lit up. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him, pulling back just as quickly.
"Harry." she breathed, tears forming in her eyes. "I love you too."
Harry grinned and kissed her again. They were oblivious to the rest of the world, especially the two other people in the room.
Ron coughed loudly. "Why don't you two lovebirds come up for air and talk things out while I go find Luna and Parvati goes to find Seamus, huh?" this whole situation was obviously one that Ron couldn't handle. He pointed to the portrait hole. "I'm going now. Bye-bye." and he ran out as quickly as he could. Parvati looked uncomfortable.
"Uhh, Harry?" she asked, addressing the wizard. "Is Seamus upstairs?"
"Yeah, I think so." Harry couldn't take his eyes off Hermione. Parvati quietly crept upstairs so as not to disturb the two.
"Um," Harry said, suddenly nervous. "Care to sit on the couch and 'talk things over'?"
Hermione smiled warmly. "I'd love to."
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"So... Matt?"
"Yeah, that was me."
Hermione gasped. "Harry!"
Harry shrugged. "What can I say? I had to mess up the date without either of you knowing it was me."
"But you almost kissed me!"
"What can I say?" Harry repeated. "I let my emotions get the better of me."
Hermione lay her head against his shoulder. They were sitting on the couch in the common room, Hermione in between Harry's legs and one of his arms around her waist, the other playing with her hair. Harry took a deep breath and began to speak.
"Uhh, 'Mione? There's something else you should know about..."
"What's that, Harry?" Hermione asked, craning her neck to see him better.
"You know Irene, from the Three Broomsticks?" Harry questioned. Hermione nodded. "Well..."
Hermione's eyes widened. "That was you?" Harry nodded. Hermione burst out laughing. "Harry James Potter! How could you?"
"Again I will say: I had to mess up the date somehow." Harry smiled slowly. "But you have to admit it was a good disguise."
"I guess." Hermione's head went back to it's original position on Harry's shoulder. "But now I understand why you, I mean Irene, hit on me. You forgot you were in a woman suit, didn't you?"
Harry blushed. "Yes. But in my defense, I apologized!"
Hermione laughed. "That you did." They sat in comfortable silence for a little bit, then Hermione had a startling thought. "Harry... Draco's twin...?"
Harry sighed. "Me."
Hermione rolled her eyes, a gesture that didn't go unnoticed by Harry. He squeezed her waist gently and kissed the top of her head.
"You sure did a lot to make sure Ron and I didn't get together, didn't you?" Hermione asked quietly.
"Yeah, I guess I did." Harry responded, matching her tone. "But then again, we all do crazy things when we're in love."
Hermione smiled. "Harry?" she asked. "What's going to happen now?"
"Well, I was thinking of kissing you." Harry murmured absently, causing an even bigger smile from Hermione as she gently hit him on the arm.
"I didn't mean that." she explained. "I mean, what's going to happen to us?"
"Well," Harry said thoughtfully. "I was hoping this would mean you were my girlfriend..." Hermione
craned her neck once again and softly kissed him.
"I'd like that." she murmured when she pulled back. Harry squeezed her tightly to him.
"I just, can't believe it, you know?" he was more talking to himself than her.
"Can't believe what?" Hermione asked, turning so she could look at him properly.
"That you love me back." he whispered. "I've just- never felt this happy before, you know?"
"Yeah." Hermione said, turning back around. "I know what you mean." another comfortable silence passed, then she spoke. "Hey Harry..."
"Mmm?" Harry mumbled.
"I think we should get to bed now." she suggested, stretching and yawning to prove her point.
Harry gasped in mock surprise. "Why, 'Mione. I didn't know you were so forward. But I'll oblige. Yours or mine?"
Hermione hit his arm. "Prat." she said affectionately. "I meant separately."
"Of course you did." Harry replied, smirking.
"Good night." she said with finality, though she smiled. Hoisting herself up, she pulled her shirt down and smoothed the creases in her skirt. Then she turned to Harry and held out her hand for him to take. He was pulled up by her and when he was upright Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his lips to hers. Her hands wound up his chest and tangled themselves in his hair. After pulling apart a few minutes later due to lack of air, they pressed their foreheads together, looking into each others eyes.
"Good night." Harry whispered, and after one last kiss, he let go of her reluctantly and went up to his dorm. Hermione, instead of going up to her dorm, sank down on the couch.
"He loves me." she whispered. Then she smiled widely. "He loves me!" she shrieked as loudly as she dared, seeing as most of her fellow Gryffindors were probably already sleeping. Her fatigue caught up with her as she fell over on her side, curled up and fell asleep. Little did she know that Harry was watching her from up above. He smiled softly.
She must have been very tired. He thought.
Careful so as not to wake her, he crept down the stairs and walked over to the couch. Harry put his hands underneath her, one around her neck, the other around her knees- cradling her like a baby. He lifted her up with ease and began taking her up the stairs. When he reached the fork that separated the boys' from the girls' dorms, he hit a snag.
I'm not allowed up in the girls' dorms. He tried to find another way. I could bring her into my dorm. That'd work. She might hit me later, but it was either that or wake her up, which I just can't do. She looks too cute when she's sleeping. His mind made up, he walked into his dorm room where, thankfully, the rest of his roommates were asleep. He lay her down on his bed, and she shifted unconsciously in order to get more comfortable. Harry smiled at the sight of her.
She's so beautiful.
After looking at the bed and determining that it was big enough for the both of them, he climbed in next to her. Hermione turned towards Harry and cuddled up next to him, obviously seeking warmth. Harry wrapped his arms around her, smiling as he did so. A thought struck him.
I can do this whenever I want to now. She's my girlfriend. Haha, yes! No more restraining myself.
He slept peacefully that night, the love of his life in his arms.
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Hmm, I have to do that Transfiguration essay today. Hermione thought groggily. But I don't have to get out of bed for a while. Boy I'm tired.
...Hey, that's right! I've got a boyfriend.
And he loves me back!
... I s'pose I really do have to wake up now.
Wait a minute... what's that weight on my stomach? Better open my eyes and check...
Ah! Bloody sun. Good morning to you too. It's... Harry?
I'm in Harry's room? When did this happen??
OK, what exactly did I do last night? I didn't get drunk did I?
Ugh, I suppose I should wake Harry up and ask him.
Hermione gently nudged his sleeping form.
"Harry?" she whispered. "Time to get up."
Harry groaned and shifted positions, tightening his grip on her waist. Hermione sighed, then tried again.
"Harry." she said. "Time to wake up."
"I'm not gonna wake up." Harry muttered in a sing song voice, pulling Hermione flush against him.
"Oh, you're going to wake up." Hermione replied, making Harry grin, yet his eyes remained closed.
"Mmm," he murmured. "How?"
Hermione smirked and leaned in towards Harry, then began planting feather light kisses on his neck. He groaned. She worked her way up his neck, eventually reaching his lips. Harry's eyes opened when she pulled back.
"What a way to wake up." Harry muttered groggily.
"Hmpf." Hermione said, though she was smiling. "Care to explain why I'm in your bed?"
He shot upright. "Oh." Harry said. "Yeah, you might be wondering that. See, you kinda sorta fell asleep on the common room couch and I couldn't leave you there nor could I wake you up, you were too cute. So I carried you up the stairs but I couldn't go into the girls' dorms so I took you to mine."
"You know," Hermione said, playing with his hair. "You're awfully cute when you ramble."
Harry would have answered had it not been for Ron.
"What the bloody hell are you doing here, Hermione?" Ron said shrilly.
"Ron," Hermione said calmly. "This is not what it looks like."
"And Harry, how could you take advantage of 'Mione like that?" Ron continued.
"Ron.." Harry interrupted.
"You realize you were in love with each other not even twenty four hours ago and now you sleep with her?!" Ron looked amazed and shocked.
"Ron?" Hermione looked as though she feared for his sanity.
Ron went on as though he didn't hear her. "I'm ashamed of you- of both of you. Of all the irresponsible things-"
"Ron!" Harry and Hermione said simultaneously, looking annoyed.
"What?" Ron asked.
"I didn't sleep with her." Harry explained. "She fell asleep in the common room and I didn't want to wake her. I'm not allowed in the girls' dorms, so I took her to ours."
"...Oh." Ron looked embarrassed. "Sorry. I just, you know, assumed that..."
"Yes, Ronald, we know." Hermione said sympathetically. "But if you had taken notice that we were both fully clothed..." she gestured to their bodies which were indeed, both fully clothed. A blush crept up Ron's ears.
"Sorry." he muttered again. "I jumped to conclusions."
"It's fine." Hermione assured. "Now if you two don't mind, I have to go back to my dorm, take a shower and change. I'll meet you two down in the common room, then?" the boys nodded. Harry gently kissed her, then let go of her waist. She slipped out as quietly as possible so as not to wake the other boys.
"So you didn't...?" Ron asked.
"No!" Harry said, irritated, as he slumped back onto his bed.
"Fine." Ron said, slightly hurt. "I only asked a simple question. No need to jump down my throat."
"I apparently need to jump down your throat when you ask it ten times." Harry muttered. "After we explained it to you."
Ron harumpfed. "It was a simple question." he murmured, more to himself than anyone. In response he got a pillow thrown at his head. Ron distinctly heard 'Prat' come from Harry's direction.
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"Ooh, look who's sneaking in early!"
Hermione winced, I thought they would be asleep!, and turned around to see Parvati and Lavender sitting on their beds, smirking at Hermione.
"Hi girls." she said unenthusiastically.
"Where were you last night, Hermione?" Lavender asked, her eyes bright.
"I was sleeping." Hermione replied.
"We figured that." Parvati said. "But sleeping with who?" the girls collapsed into a fit of giggles.
"I believe it's sleeping with whom." Hermione corrected. "And I was with Harry."
The girls giggled again. "You slept with Harry!" they said in unison, giant smiles on their faces.
Hermione put up her hands. "Now girls, I know what you're thinking. But I didn't sleep with him like that."
"Oh." Lavender said, dubious. "Well then how did you sleep with him, hmm?"
"Yes." Parvati added. "Do tell us."
"I fell asleep in the common room." Hermione explained. "And Harry found me and he couldn't take me to my dorm so instead he took me to his."
"And we're supposed to believe this?" Parvati asked.
"Yes." Lavender said. "That is a rather pathetic cover story. Why don't you tell us the truth?"
"I just did!" Hermione said, exasperated.
"Uh huh." Parvati said, smirking.
"Sure you did." Lavender said.
Hermione groaned out of frustration. "Fine, whatever. Believe what you want. I'm going to go take a shower." and she left the girls alone to giggle their hearts out, gossiping about what didn't happen the night before.
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"Why must girls be so stupid?" Hermione asked no one in particular while pulling on a black tank top.
"Because," she answered herself. "Girls love to gossip."
"Well I know that." Hermione said. "But why must they do it when there's nothing to gossip about?"
"I'm not sure." she replied, putting on a pair of faded blue jeans with a few holes near the knees. "Go ask them."
"Oh, my God." Hermione said with startling realization. "I'm talking to myself! How pathetic." she looked at herself in the mirror. "I need to do something with my face." she decided. Pulling out the Muggle make up her mother had bought her a while ago, Hermione carefully put eyeliner and mascara on.
"I don't look that bad." she said softly when she was done. "Time to go meet the boys."
Opening the door, she waltzed down the stairs into the common room. There she found Harry and Ron waiting for her.
"Hello, boys." she greeted them, smiling. They turned around to look at her. Harry smiled warmly and went over to give her a hug. Ron nodded, smiling.
"You look... different." Ron said slowly.
"She put on a bit of make up, Ron." Harry replied for Hermione. "And I think she looks wonderful."
"You do?" Hermione asked, looking Harry in the eye.
"Mhmm." Harry said.
"Yugh." Ron shuddered. "Will you two kindly stop staring at each other long enough so that we could have a normal conversation? Or at least until we can get to the Great Hall- I'm starving!"
Hermione laughed. "Ron, you're always starving." Ron stuck his tongue out at Hermione, then ran out the portrait hole.
"Very mature, isn't he?" Harry asked, turning towards Hermione.
"Oh, incredibly." Hermione agreed.
"Shall we?" Harry asked, gesturing towards the portrait hole with one hand and extending his arm for her to take with the other. Hermione giggled and took it.
"We shall." she said, and the couple started after Ron.
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"I'm gonna get to the Great Hall first! I'm gonna get to the Great Hall first!" Ron sang as he half skipped down the halls. Since he wasn't paying attention to where he was going, he didn't notice the blonde he was about to run into. The two collided painfully and fell to the floor.
"Luna!" Ron said as he recognized her. "What are you doing here?"
"It's a hallway." Luna said. "What do you think I'm doing here?"
"Walking?" Ron suggested.
Luna laughed. "Oh, Ronald. You are so funny!"
Is she flirting with me? Ron thought. I honestly cannot tell. "Harry and Hermione are together." he said.
"Oh, really?" Luna asked. "Why, that's wonderful!"
"Yeah," Ron said. "It is. I'm so happy for them."
"But I'm sorry, Ronald." Luna said sympathetically, placing a hand on his arm. "You fancied Hermione, didn't you?"
Her hand is on my arm. Her hand is on my arm. Loony Lovegood's hand is on my arm. Why doesn't it feel awkward?
"Well, yes, I did. But I sort of like this other girl now."
"I see." Luna said dreamily. "Well, who is it?"
"No one." Ron muttered.
"Oh, come on Ronald." Luna persisted, moving her hand to his knee. "You can't like no one. Can I at least hear a name?"
Her hand is on my knee. Her hand is on my knee. Loony Lovegood's hand is on my knee. Why doesn't it feel awkward?
"We should probably get up." Ron said, trying to change the subject. "Here." he scrambled to his feet, then held out his arm for Luna. She took it and was pulled to her feet. They ended up within an inch of each other.
"What an interesting position we seem to be in." Luna observed. "Perhaps we should something about it?"
"Well, what should we do?" Ron asked, confused.
Luna laughed softly. "Oh, Ronald. Silly goose. We do this." she leaned in and kissed him.
She's kissing me. She's kissing me. Loony Lovegood's kissing me. Why doesn't it feel awkward?
Instead of pulling away, he grabbed her waist and pulled her closer. They broke apart a couple minutes later.
"So." Luna whispered, looking up into his eyes. "Who do you like, Ronald?"
Ron laughed. "I think I'm in love with you, Ms. Lovegood."
Luna beamed. "I love you too, Ronald. I love you too."
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"Where's Ron?" Harry asked, sitting down next to Hermione at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. "At the rate he was running, you'd think he'd be done by now."
Hermione smiled. "I don't know, maybe he ran into a Ms. Lovegood on the way here and got a bit... distracted."
"One could only hope." Harry answered. Just then he saw two people walk into the Great Hall, arm in arm. "Speak of the devil." Harry murmured. Hermione turned to see what he was looking at, then saw Ron and Luna make their way to the Gryffindor table.
"Hullo, lovebirds." Ron said as he sat down next to Luna. "How's breakfast?"
"Fine..." Hermione said. "Hey Ron, when'd you start dating Luna?"
"Oh, 'bout five minutes ago, I reckon." Luna answered for Ron. "And I couldn't be happier."
The four shared a comfortable silence. Just then a snide voice broke it.
"Any room at the table for us?"
Draco and Ginny sat down on the opposite side of Harry and Hermione.
"So, Potter." Draco began conversationally. "You and Granger are together now?"
"Naturally." Harry replied.
"Of course." Hermione said.
"And Weasley." Draco continued. "You and Lovegood are a couple?"
"Yes, we are." Ron answered.
"No, we're not." Luna said. Ron stared at her, shocked. "We just happen to kiss every other minute and I consider him my boyfriend and he considers me his girlfriend."
"Uh, sweetheart?" Ron started. "That means we're a couple."
"Oh!" Luna said. "I get it now. Yes, Draco. We're a couple." to prove it, she leaned over and kissed Ron.
"Oi!" Harry said after a few minutes. "Ever come up for air?" the two broke apart reluctantly.
"So Harry?" Ron asked through a mouth of food. "How'd you do it?"
"How did I do what, Ron?" Harry looked confused.
"Well, you managed to take one task, mess it up, use every disguise possible to do it, lose the girl, get back the girl, and then get everyone else matched up." Ron explained. "I mean, you got Draco and Ginny together."
Draco coughed. "I do believe I did that, Weasley."
Ron carried as though he hadn't heard Draco. "You got Luna and I together."
"Eventually." Luna said, looking up at the ceiling. "I think it's going to rain today." she observed.
"And." Ron concluded. "You got Hermione and you together. I mean, how do you do all that?"
"I'm not sure, Ron." Harry said. "I guess it was going to end up like that anyway. I just helped things along."
"You're fate's helper." Luna said dreamily, taking her eyes off the ceiling to look at Harry.
"He's more than that." Hermione said. "He's The Boy Who Lived, he's Harry, he's sweet, and smart, and sensitive..."
Harry scoffed. "Hell no, I'm too many to be sensitive."
"...and caring," Hermione continued as if she hadn't heard him. "and he's also funny, and creative, and everything you could ever want in a man." she kissed him softly. "But everyone else can call him the Date Doctor."
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Kay guys, that's the last of it. What did you think? Too fluffy? Cause I thought it needed to be fluffy, with all the funny it's been. You won't see another one of my fics until after the Deathly Hallows comes out, I'm afraid. I'll be a bit too busy until then. But I can give you this- my next story's gonna be called
"My, How Scandalous!"
Please review! I'd like to hear what you think.
Until next time,
lil_irish_girl