Notice Me! (Drarry)

Epilogue

Two years later, Ron still did not really understand. But he had accepted that he did not understand a lot of things. For example the matter at hand. "Why would you want to go back to school?!"

Hermione had just given them the news that she wanted to repeat the seventh year after they had spent the last year apparating around Great Britain searching for Horcruxes and destroying Voldemort. For the first time in a year, the trio had time to have a quiet, relaxing time, drinking Butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks, and Hermione was talking about going back to writing essays and attending boring lessons. Ron was quite happy to avoid having to do the NEWTs.

"We can all do the Auror training right away." Ron exclaimed. His girlfriend rolled her eyes like she had expected that reaction exactly. Which she probably had. She was smart.

"I don't want to be an Auror." Hermione took a zip of her Butterbeer. Ron fondly watched as she wiped away the foam from her upper lip with her fingers. She had pretty fingers. Everything about her was pretty.

"You don't have to be." Ron said. "The ministry would take you anywhere." It went unspoken that it was not only because of her more than average school performance, but more so because they were perceived as war heroes. It was still a sensitive topic.

"I still don't know what I want to do." Hermione argued. "There are so many interesting fields to go into. Especially the things outside the ministry. To keep my options open, I need to have a school-leaving qualification."

"I can't believe you would go back to school voluntarily." Ron shook his head, partly disbelieving, but mostly fondly.

"I can't believe my boyfriend still won't sit with me." Harry commented. Ron looked from his best friend to Malfoy. He didn't think he would ever get used to Harry calling that git his boyfriend, or by his first name.

Malfoy and Harry had dated in secret for the past two years. It did not always go smoothly, but that was to be expected with to hot headed guys who had been brought up so differently. Yet, Ron had watched Malfoy getting Harry better than anyone else did. He had been there for Harry when Sirius died, when Harry had to get information out of Slughorn, when Dumbledore had been killed by Snape, when they had to go hunt for Horcruxes... He was there the whole time Harry got weighted down by the pressure of being the Chosen One, obligated to be the one to save the whole wizarding world. Malfoy seemed to always know what Harry needed to hear or how he needed to be treated.

The only time they had spent apart was when they were caught by snatchers. Malfoy had been able to escape before they were taken to the Malfoy Manor. After Dobby had disapparated them, there was no easy way for the trio to find Harry's boyfriend. And Malfoy had no idea where they had disapparated to. Harry had been devastated by the death of Dobby and also by the loss of their fourth companion. Ron had also been worried about what Malfoy might be doing on his own. Not that he thought he was not capable of taking care of himself, but Malfoy and Harry had a passion for each other that made them do crazy things. Also, Ron knew what being alone in this world at that time felt like, not being able to trust anyone and hiding from snatchers and always being worried something would happen to your loved ones...

They had found Malfoy again at the battle of Hogwarts. That was only a few weeks ago and Ron could tell that Malfoy was still mad at Harry for just walking into the woods and letting Voldemort kill him without telling his boyfriend first. Silently, Ron agreed that Harry had acted right because Malfoy would have killed Harry first for even suggesting such a thing.

Ron was sure that one day there would be a big fight between the two about that, but right now Malfoy was sensitive enough to keep his anger to himself. It was more important to be there for Harry because even though he saved everyone and Voldemort was gone, he still carried a huge weight around him called guilt. Ron knew Harry was blaming himself for all the deaths and thought he should have died himself. That it was not fair that he had survived while all those people had to die.