Harry was always there. Not like Hermione. Hermione was too much there. She always wanted to talk, she always wanted to cry and have him cry with her, as if tears would bring Fred back. She wanted him to show emotions. But he didn't want to show any emotion. He wanted them all to sit inside himself and boil until they boiled all away. And he wanted someone to just sit with him and let him boil. He wanted Harry. He wanted Harry to sit next to him silently like he always did, to place his small hand on Ron's thigh, reminding him that he was there, to let him wrap his arms tightly around Harry's frame, and just sit there, limbs entangled in each other but not caring because to them perfection meant being together.
The war was over, Harry was safe, he was safe, but Ron wrapped his arms tightly around Harry's frame still, still fearful of loosing his perfect Harry. Ron clutched Harry to his chest like dome desperate madman, holding him as if Ron could squeeze them together so he'd never have to let go because they would be one. And then Harry could never disappear, not without Ron disappearing with him. Not like Fred.
Harry was warm, Harry was always warm. And Ron sometimes wondered if maybe holding Harry's heat closer to him would make all his pent up feelings boil away faster. Or maybe it would just fill him up with more. Different ones, more confusing, but he liked them. He liked the way Harry made him feel, he liked Harry. No, no that wasn't right. He didn't like Harry, he loved him. Loved him with whatever broken pieces of his heart remained. It may not have been much, but it was all Ron had. But Harry didn't mind. Ron loved him with all the love he'd meant to give to Fred but Fred had died instead. And so Ron gave it to Harry. He gave everything to Harry. And it was perfect.
The first time they'd kissed, it had been filled with pain and anguish, but Harry didn't mind. It had been perfect. Pain and anguish were all Ron had left to give him, but beneath that there was more. There was love and Harry knew it. And Harry knew the pain and anguish wouldn't last forever, he knew that the hurt would fade, and the knew that he would always be there for Ron, through every emotion Ron ever felt, and he would let Ron hold him, as if the simple act of holding him made everything better. And in truth it did. Fred may have been gone, but Ron had Harry. And in the end nothing else really mattered because the truth was all he'd ever really wanted was Harry, and even if the skies started to rain blood, and the world collapsed around him, if he had Harry everything would always be perfect.