I Wish That Boy Was Mine: An Ironic Harmione Fanfic

Ending/Epilogue

A/N: Wowie, are we finally to the end? I remember just a few months ago when we were first crafting this masterpiece of a work. Enjoy!

Hermione's P.O.V.

As the rain kept me awake, I decided to get up and walk around the common room. When I got down there, I saw that my good ol' buds, Ron and Harry, were giggling by the fire in the dark. When they noticed I had came down, they had thrown whatever they were working on into the fire, and looked terrified.
"Uhhh... What are you doing?" I rubbed my eyes.
"Nothing. We were... doing nothing." Harry looked deeply unsettled.
Not even wanting to know what kind of offensive picture of McGonagall they had drawn, I walked over to the couch without responding. Harry joined me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.
"You know, it's almost time to graduate. For real this time. I mean, last year we were dying or whatever." Ron had such a way with words.
"Yeah. I don't really know what I'm going to do with you life. I just know I want you guys with me."
I grinned at Harry after I said this, no Ron pretended to vomit. Even though I knew, deep down, he probably wanted that, too.
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Epilogue

Harry's P.O.V.

    Despite thinking I would be homeless after graduating, you know, since my parents' money finally ran out, I actually got a job at the ministry. Shocking, I know. Who would have thought that if you're the boy who lived, it didn't matter how much you lied on your resume? I just hope they never ask me to speak French.
    Hermione also got a job at the ministry, as well as Ron, which honestly made me the most shocked, 'cause I actually don't think Ron is completely literate. I think Hermione may have heavily edited what he had before he submitted it.
    The lady friend keeps nagging me about marriage, and I don't really know about it. I was hoping I would be a bachelor after school, but with the amount of abs I have, I guess that's an unrealistic expectation. Maybe I'll break up with her, I'll see what way the wind takes me. But, no matter what I do, I know I'll always have someone on my side, even if it's the creepy preteen girl who keeps taking photographs of me while I'm sleeping.