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Well, the books out so here is the page where you can talk about it!

Warning: SPOILERS! DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU HAVE READ THE 7TH HARRY POTTER BOOK!

Well, Ron and Hermione got together...and all of the r/hr shippers are very excited! How wonderful it was to witness them making-out at the end! It was so obvious! Well, I want to hear what you thought of it...so here it is!

Clues from the book to the final moment:

Ron tripped dazedly toward Harry and Hermione. “You’re okay,” he mumbled, before Hermione flew at him and hugged him tightly. “I thought – I thought – “ “M all right,” said Ron, patting her on the back. “M fine.” “Ron was great,” said Tonks warmly, relinquishing her hold on Lupin. “Wonderful. Stunned one of the Death Eaters, straight to the head, and when you’re aiming at a moving target from a flying broom –“ “You did?” said Hermione, gazing up at Ron with her arms still around his neck. “Always the tone of surprise,” he said grumpily, breaking free.
US Version, Chapter 5, Fallen Warrior, Page 76

“Like Barty Crouch turned into a bone and buried in Hagrid’s front garden. They probably transfigured Moody and stuffed him – “ “Don’t!” squealed Hermione. Startled, Harry looked over just in time to see her burst into tears over her copy of Spellman’s Syllabary. “Oh no,” said Harry, struggling to get up from the old camp bed. “Hermione, I wasn’t trying to upset –“ But with a great creaking of rusty bedsprings, Ron bounded off the bed and got there first. One arm around Hermione, he fished in his jeans pocket and withdrew a revolting-looking hankerchief that he had used to clean out the oven earlier. Hastily pulling out his wand, he pointed it at the rag and said, “Tergeo.” The wand siphoned off most of the grease. Looking rather pleased with himself, Ron handed the slightly smoking hankerchief to Hermione. “Oh… thanks, Ron… I’m sorry…” She blew her nose and hiccupped. “It’s just so awf-ful, isn’t it? R-right after Dumbledore…I j-just n-never imagined Mad-Eye dying, somehow, he seemed so tough!” “Yeah, I know,” said Ron, giving her a squeeze. “But you know what he’d say to us if he was here?” “C-constant vigilance,” said Hermione, mopping her eyes. “That’s right,” said Ron, nodding. “He’d tell us to learn from what happened to him. And what I’ve learned is not to trust that cowardly little squit, Mundungus.” Hermione gave a shaky laugh and leaned forward to pick up two more bookws. A second later, Ron snatched his arm back from around her shoulders; she had dropped ‘The Monster Book of Monsters’ on his foot. The book had broken free from its restraining belt and snapped viciously at Ron’s ankle. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Hermione cried as Harry wrenched the book from Ron’s leg and retied it shut. “What are you doing with all those books anyway?” Ron asked, limping back to his bed. “Just trying to decide which ones to take with us,” said Hermione. “When we’re looking for the Horcruxes.” “Oh of course,” said Ron, clapping a hand to his forehead. “I forgot we’ll be hunting down Voldemort in a mobile library.” “Ha ha,” said Hermione.
US Version, Chapter 6, The Ghoul in the Pyjamas, Page 94-95

Hermione’s eyes were swimming with tears again. Ron got back off the bed, put his arm around her once more, and frowned at Harry as though reproaching him for lack of tact. Harry could not think of anything to say, not least because it was highly unusual for Ron to be teaching anyone else tact.
US Version, Chapter 6, The Ghoul in the Pyjamas, Page 97

“This isn’t your average book,” said Ron. “It’s pure gold: ‘Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches’. Explains everything you need to know about girls. If only I’d had this last year I’d have known exactly how to get rid of Lavender and I would’ve known how to get going with…Well, Fred and George gave me a copy, and I’ve learned a lot. You’d be surprised, it’s not all about wandwork either.”
US Version, Chapter 7, The Will of Albus Dumbledore, Page 113

Hermione made purple and gold streamers erupt from the end of her wand and drape themselves artistically over the trees and bushes. “Nice,” said Ron, as with one final flourish of her wand, Hermione turned the leaves on the crabapple tree to gold. “You’ve really got an eye for that sort of thing.” “Thank you, Ron!” said Hermione, looking both pleased and a little confused. Harry turned away, smiling to himself. He had a funny notion that he would find a chapter on compliments when he found time to peruse his copy of ‘Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches’.
US Version, Chapter 7, The Will of Albus Dumbledore, Page 118-119

“You look vunderful.” “Viktor!” she shrieked, and dropped her small beaded bag, which ade a loud thump quite disproportionate to its size. As she scrambled, blushing, to pick it up, she said, “I didn’t know you were – goodness – it’s lovely to see – how are you?” Ron’s ears had turned a bright red again. After glancing at Krum’s invitation as if he did not believe a word of it, he said, much too loudly, “How come you’re here?” …. Hermione looked rather pink and Ron’s ears were still scarlet. After a few moments, he muttered to Harry, “Did you see he’s grown a stupid little beard?” Harry gave a noncommittal grunt.
US Version, Chapter 8, The Wedding, Page 143-144

“Hermione, cop hold, let’s grab a table….Not there! Nowhere near Muriel – “ Ron led the way across the empty dance floor, glancing left and right as he went: Harry felt sure that he was keeping an eye out for Krum. …. “But this time, krum had not come to compliment her. With a scowl on his face he said, “Who is that man in the yellow?” “That’s Xenophilius Lovegood, he’s the father of a friend of ours,” said Ron. His pugnacious tone indicated that they were not about to laugh at Xenophilius, despite the clear provocation. “Come and dance,” he added abruptly to Hermione. She looked taken aback, but pleased too, and got up. They vanished together into the growing throng on the dance floor. “Ah, they are together now?” asked Krum, momentarily distracted. “Er – sort of,” said Harry.
US Version, Chapter 8, The Wedding, Page 146-147

He wanted to find Ron, to tell him about Gregorovitch, but Ron was dancing with Hermione out in the middle of the floor.
US Version, Chapter 8, The Wedding, Page 150

“Ron!” Hermione cried. “Ron, where are you?” … “Ron! Ron!” Hermione called, half sobbing as she and Harry were buffeted by terrified guests. …. And then Ron was there. He caught hold of Hermione’s free arm…
US Version, Chapter 9, A Place to Hide, Page 160-161

“You’re amazing, you are,” said Ron, handing her his bundled up robes. “Thank you,” said Hermione, managing a small smile as she pushed the robes into the bag.
US Version, Chapter 9, A Place to Hide, Page 162

It was cool, clear blue of watered ink, somewhere between night and dawn, and everything was quiet except for Ron and Hermione’s slow, deep breathing. Harry glanced over at the dark shapes they made on the floor beside him. Ron had had a fit of gallantry and insisted Hermione sleep on the cushions from the sofa, so that her silhouette was raised above his. Her arm curved to the floor, her fingers inches from Ron’s. Harry wondered whether they had fallen asleep holding hands. The idea made him feel strangely lonely.
US Version, Chapter 10, Kreacher’s Tale, Page 176

She saw Ron, who stood there holding the sword and dripping onto the threadbare carpet. Harry backed into a shadowy corner, slipped off Ron’s rucksack, and attempted to blend in with the canvas. Hermione slid out of her trunk and moved like a sleepwalker toward Ron, her eyes upon his pale face. She stopped right in front of him, her lips slightly parted, her eyes wide. Ron gave a weak, hopefully smile and half raised his arms. Hermione launched herself forward and started punching every inch of him that she could reach. “Ouch – ow – gerroff! What the – ? Hermione – OW!” “You – complete – arse – Ronald – Weasley!” She punctuated every word with a blow: Ron backed away, shielding his head as Hermione advanced. “You – crawl – back – here – after – weeks – and – weeks – oh, wheres’s my wand?” She looked as though ready to wrestle it out of Harry’s hands and he reacted instinctively. “Protego!” The invisible shield erupted between Ron and Hermione: The force of it knocked her backward onto the floor. Spitting hair out of her mouth, she leapt up again. “Hermione!” said Harry, “Calm – “ “I will not calm down!” she screamed. Never before had he seen her lose control like this; she looked quite demented. “Give me back my wand! Give it back to me!” “Hermione, will you please –“ “Don’t tell me what to do, Harry Potter!” she screeched. “Don’t you dare! Give it back now! And YOU!” She was pointing at Ron in dire accusation: It was like a malediction, and Harry could not blame Ron for retreating several steps. “I came running after you! I begged you to come back!” “I know,” said Ron, “Hermione, I’m sorry, I’m really –“ “Oh, you’re sorry!” She laughed, a high-pitched, out-of-control sound; Ron looked at Harry for help, but Harry merely grimaced his helplessness. “You come back after weeks – weeks – and you think it’s all going to be all right if you just say sorry?” “Well, what else can I say?” Ron shouted, and Harry was glad that Ron was fighting back. “Oh, I don’t know!” yelled Hermione with awful sarcasm. “Rack your brains, Ron, that should only take a couple of seconds –“ “Hermione,” interjected Harry, who considered this a low blow, “he just saved my –“ “I don’t care!” she screamed. “I don’t care what he’s done! Weeks and weeks, we could have been dead for all he knew – “ “I knew you weren’t dead!” bellowed Ron, drowning her voice for the first time, and approaching as close as he could with the Shield Charm between them. “Harry’s all over the Prophet, all over the radio, they’re looking for you everywhere, all these rumors and mental stories, I knew I’d hear straight off if you were dead, you don’t know what it’s been like –“ “What it’s been like for you?” Her voice was now so shrill only bats would be able to hear it soon, but she had reached a level of indignation that rendered her temporarily speechless, and Ron seized his opportunity. “I wanted to come back the minute I’d Disapparated, but I walked straight into a gang of Snatchers, Hermione and I couldn’t go anywhere!” …. Ron glanced at Hermione, clearly hopeful she might soften at this small instance of humor, but her expression remained stony above her tightly knotted limbs.
US Version, Chapter 19, The Silver Doe, Page 379-382

“Get – off – her!” Ron shouted. There was the unmistakeable sound of knuckles hitting flesh: Ron grunted in pain and Hermione screamed, “No! Leave him alone, leave him alone!”
US Version, Chapter 23, Malfoy Manor, Page 447

“Take these prisoners down to the cellar, Greyback.” “Wait,” said Bellatrix sharply. “All except…except for the Mudblood.” Greyback gave a grunt of pleasure. “No!” shouted Ron. “You can have me, keep me!” Bellatrix hit him across the face; the blow echoed around the room.
US Version, Chapter 23, Malfoy Manor, Page 463

“reckon she’ll let me have a bit of the girl when she’s finished with her?” Greyback crooned as he forced them along the corridor. “I’d say I’ll get a bite or two, wouldn’t you, ginger?” Harry could feel Ron shaking….. The echoing bang of the slammed cellar door had not died away before there was a terrible, drawn-out scream from directly above them. “HERMIONE!” Ron bellowed, and he started to writhe and struggle against the ropes tying them together, so that Harry staggered. “HERMIONE!” “Be quiet!” Harry said. “Shut up, Ron, we need to work out a way – “ “HERMIONE! HERMIONE!” …. Hermione screamed again from overhead, and they could hear Bellaatrix screaming too, but her words were inaudible, for Ron shouted again, “HERMIONE! HERMIONE!” …. “We found it – we found it – PLEASE!” Hermione screamed again; Ron struggled harder than ever, and the rusty nail slipped onto Harry’s wrist.
US Version, Chapter 23, Malfoy Manor, Page 463-465

“What else did you take, what else? ANSWER ME! CRUCIO!” Hermione’s screams echoed off the walls upstairs, Ron was half sobbing as he pounded the walls with his fists…. And upstairs Hermione was screaming worse than ever, and next to him Ron was bellowing, “HERMIONE! HERMIONE!”
US Version, Chapter 23, Malfoy Manor, Page 466

“And I think,” said Bellatrix’s voice, “we can dispose of the Mudblood. Greyback, take her if you want her.” “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Ron had burst into the drawing room; Bellatrix looked around, shocked; she turned her wand to face Ron instead – “Expelliarmus!” he roared, pointing Wormtail’s wand at Bellatrix… “STOP OR SHE DIES!” Panting, Harry peered around the edge of the sofa. Bellatrix was supporting Hermione, who seemed to be unconscious, and was holding her short silver knife to Hermione’s throat. “Drop your wands,” she whispered. “Drop them, or we’ll see exactly how filthy her blood is!” Ron stood rigid, clutching Wormtail’s wand.
US Version, Chapter 23, Malfoy Manor, Page 472

Hermione was wrapped in a borrowed dressing gown, pale and unsteady on her feet; Ron put an arm around her when she reached him.
US Version, Chapter 24, The Wandmaker, Page 480

“We don’t want anymore Dobbies, do we? We can’t order them to die for us – “ There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione’s arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet. “Is this the moment?” Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except that Ron and Hermione gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice. “OI!” There’s a war going on here!” Ron and Hermione broke apart, their arms still around each other. “I know, mate,” said Ron, who looked as though he had recently been hit on the back of the head with a Bludger, “so it’s now or never, isn’t it?” “Never mind that, what about the Horcrux?” Harry shouted. “D’you think you could just – just hold it in until we’ve got the diadem?” “Yeah – right – sorry – “ said Ron, and he and Hermione set about gathering up fangs, both pink in the face.
US Version, Chapter 31, The Battle of Hogwarts, Page 625

“If you’re not in Gryffindor, we’ll disinherit you,” said Ron, “but now pressure.” “Ron!” Lily and Hugo laughed. “So that’s little Scorpius,” said Ron under his breath. “Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother’s brains.” “Ron, for heaven’s sake,” said Hermione, half stern, half amused. “Don’t try to turn them against each other before they’ve even started school! “You’re right, sorry,” said Ron, but unable to help himself, he added, “Don’t get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood.”
US Version, Epilogue, Nineteen Years Later, Page 755-756