Till The End • A HarryxRon Fanfiction

Telling Hermione

Weeks had passed within the blue solitude. Yet it wasn't solitude, his ginger was there, holding and protecting. This couldn't last forever and Harry knew that. The bubble will be popped by the needle that is the school term ending. The end of the term was becoming nearer and nearer. Each day rising the lump in his sore throat. Everyone was ecstatic to go back home to their families and away from learning. This was usually the case for a certain ginger as well but not this time. No, that would mean being away from Harry and not being able to protect him from whatever it was he needed protecting from. That wasn't to say he wasn't excited to see his family, he just wished Harry was there as well. On the other hand, Harry put up a sweet facade, he didn't want people to find out about Vernon; especially Ron. So, he seemed a little excited to go home, of course telling (well he didn't speak but wrote it down) Ron still that he would much prefer to be with him. In truth, his head was spinning and filled with his own screams of torture. Harry could feel his skin splitting and blistering when nothing was happening.

No longer were there blue walls tormenting him with the lack of life, instead, the pristine colours of the Hogwarts castle soothed his erratic mind. Mahogany walls, less bright and soul grasping. It felt more normal and the fond memories surrounding them warmed Harry's heart. He and Ron grew as friends here, alongside Hermionie whom he still held dear to him. 

"Harry!" An all too familiar British accent with a slight high pitch that everyone would say was annoying rang down the hall; followed by the thudding of shoes hitting the ground. 

He and Ron turned around. The movement would have normally caused pain to burn through his body. Harry's eyes shut tightly as he had expected the pain but when it didn't do its course his eyes fluttered open and a smile found its way to his soft lips. At this moment he was pain free and didn't even let Vernon's venom seep through into his being, none of his words or of the fear of the dreadful man. Just happy to be able to move freely and to be with his friends. Once his eyes were open he looked up at Ron and smiled warmly at him, only to be jumped on. 

Out of natural instinct, he flinched but the sweet scent of new and old books reminded him it was just Hermione. A soft sigh escaped his parted lips and he wrapped his arms back around her; squeezing her gently as he didn't know when he would be in pain again. He needed to make the most of this experience. He wanted to do everything a normal person was able to do. He saw other students run, he saw them jump and move about so carelessly but he had to make sure each move was a careful one. If he moved in an awkward way or too quickly his wounds and bruises would move and that hurt like hell. The healing wound would split and that hurt just as much as when the knife danced across his skin. 

Harry waved his hand at his friend. Ron knew Hermione was there best friend but nothing that happened to Harry was his to tell. Harry had become the one true man that he swore to protect. He didn't know what happened to Harry but now he was healed and the fact the term was almost over surely meant everything would be fine and Harry would be safe. Hermione stepped back and couldn't retain her smiling. 

"I think we all have some catching up to do. Ron, you know you should be going to class and Harry! What the broomsticks happened to you?" Hermione had left her happy demeanour and like a lightswitch was now staring at the pair with crossed arms. Ron knew lessons were important but Harry needed him, he seemed so scared and didn't want Ron to leave his side, how could he ever leave him alone? By Harry's side was were he wanted to be, he would rather fail all his classes than have Harry alone, especially after what he saw happen to him. In all honesty he was actually rather scared to leave the side of his best friend. 

Best friend. It felt so weird to call him that after their kiss. Ron had seen Harry as much more than just a friend since first year. He looked up to him and was happy that he was just in his life. Harry on the other hand had seen Ron as the man that first showed him kindness and he was forever grateful to him. They were the best of friends and that was what was important to him. Now, they were both confused, confused and completely falling head over heals for each other. Harry was half glad he couldn't remember much, he didn't know what he would say to Ron if words were able to slip out. It saved him from embarrassment and possible ridicule from the ginger. 

Ron let the thoughts slip away. Afterall, time will tell what will come of them. He rolled his eyes at Hermione and laughed softly.

"Oh come on Granger, if I should be in class, shouldn't you be?" he retorted in a mocking tone. One she wasn't pleased with yet was glad to hear a small snicker leaving Harry. Seeing him smile and be happy was always his main goal and whenever he heard anything or saw anything  that related to happiness he felt giddy inside. Hearing it now only made him grin. 

"Wipe that stupid grin off your face," Hermione huffed and crossed her arms; her books coming to her chest with them. Although she seemed grumpy and annoyed she wasn't, in fact she was rather happy to be seeing Harry out of the hospital wing and walking around. She hadn't seen him in a while and Ron refused to tell her anything. Saying it wasn't for him to tell her. It hurt, to not be able to see of hear from Harry. She worried for him and just wanted to see if he was okay. A soft sigh left her lips and she shook her head a little. 

"So, if we are all going to be late we might as well go catch up? Ron hasn't told me anything so you have a lot of explaining to do," Hermione smiled. Harry gulped a little and looked up at Ron before nodding. Little did Hermione know, there wasn't going to be much talking per say on Harry's behalf. Still, from that moment the three walked out of Hogwarts and found somewhere quiet to sit.