a/n: Herro! First of all, I want to explain the summary for a little bit. This is a story that revolves around five ships in the Harry Potter fandom: Dramione being the main, then Harmony, then Romione as canon, there's a friendly Drarry around there, and the canon Hinny. This story also revolves around five main characters: Harry, Draco, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny. But this story is told in Harry's perspective, and I would really like you if you understood what I'm saying. Hehe, but... enjoy!


Closure

Chapter I

The Reunion

I stared at them. It was actually very depressing for me to be there at the Burrow right now. Because I have nothing to do but stare at multiple people (couples, sometimes) and just feel so out of place. I had never been so uncomfortable in the Burrow in my whole life. They were a factor to my discomfort.

If you're wondering who they are, then I would tell you. Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. I know, I know. It's kind of weird to have them add on to my discomfort, but believe it or not, they do. Everyone at the Burrow was smiling except me. Occasionally, I would. But it doesn't count; not really. I just wish I can leave so I wouldn't have to endure much pain anymore.

"Hey."

My head snapped up to see Malfoy, who was invited in the reunion too. He became a really close friend to the Weasleys, considering what had happened between him and Hermione before she chose to call it off and be with Ron. "Hey," I greeted back and nodded at him before gesturing for him to sit down, which he gladly did. "Unusual of you to just sit around and watch," said Malfoy with a light laugh as he drank on his glass of wine.

"I know."

"Aren't you supposed to be out celebrating with the duo?"

"Who?"

"Weasley and Granger."

"Er… no."

"Oh."

We both became quiet. Malfoy had been great company because of what he's been through before, and I'm thankful for that fact. He would've still been an annoying little ferret if nothing bad had happened to him. But he isn't now, so I'm okay.

"Harry!"

Oh, kill me now.

"Ron! Hermione!" I pretended as if I was so happy to see them both. I was happy to see them after quite a while, but I've learnt to hate those two people because of what they did. They left without another notice, because they were that in love. Now, don't expect me to just come up at the Burrow one day and hug them like they didn't just desert me two years ago. They left, without leaving a note, you know? And I feel so biased and all that stuff, because I am their best friend (or at least I still think I am) and they just left me like that. I would curse, but this would be too hard for you to read without saying that I'm a bad influence and all, so I'm refraining.

Malfoy snickered beside me and continued drinking on his wine as I gave him a sharp look. "It's good to see you, mate!" declared Ron and I held back a roll of my eyes. Hermione just smiled at me. "It's been a while, guys," I told them with a light laugh before standing up and facing them. Ron hadn't changed much. His hair was particularly shorter than it used to be, but he was still a ginger and he still had freckles; still a Weasley.

As for Hermione – she had grown more beautiful than she used to be nine years ago. Her once bushy hair learned to tame itself and became slick with a flourish. The freckles on her face were still there, but it suited her this time. Her face had grown incredibly lovable, and her lips had formed into a much more tempting state. Her clothes fit her well too. It seems like she had a lovely makeover back in France.

Now I personally think Hermione looks gorgeous around here, but don't mistake me to have some sort of crush on her. I hate her. I hate Ron, too. They left me, and that's totally enough to make me have a grudge against them or something. "You've grown more dashing, Harry," declared Hermione and I laughed hysterically for a few seconds. "Seriously, Hermione?"

"You do! Why can't you believe it like normal people would?" Hermione asked, laughing lightly while shaking her head. "I don't know, because basically I still looked like this two years ago. You know, before you both left."

Only Malfoy seemed to catch my drift, which was nice because he seemed like someone who understood better than Ron would. As for Hermione, I don't know. I doubt that she didn't.

"You did? I can't remember," said Ron. I rolled my eyes this time and they both laughed at me. Hey, that roll wasn't because I was trying to be cute here. That roll was because I hated them both and they think they can just kid around me like that. They can't, but I needn't show my anger towards them now because it isn't the right time; not at the Burrow.

"So, how was France?" I asked, changing the topic about my 'dashing' figure according to the brightest witch of her age. "Pretty great," answered Ron. Hermione let out a hum of agreement along with a grin. "We didn't learn to speak French though. Such a pity," said Ron and Hermione shook her head sadly. Serves you right.

"But how about you, Harry? How are you?" asked Hermione and I merely let out an unconvinced 'eh'. "I'm not one to talk about my personal life," I answered and they both laughed again. Mistaken. So, so mistaken.

"But I can see you're warming up to Malfoy, though," remarked Ron and Malfoy choked on his red wine, spilling it all over his Oxford shirt – not to mention a white Oxford shirt. "Watch your mouth, Weasley," threatened Malfoy and Ron snickered, making Hermione swat his arm before sighing apologetically at Malfoy, who only sent her a small smile of greeting.

Hermione smiled back at Malfoy before sitting on my seat and helping him dry the wine stain on his shirt, which was nice enough for her since I've heard Malfoy hadn't quite gotten over their breakup yet. They made small talk, and I made sure to keep an ear on their small talk as I listened to Ron blabber about his usual Chudley Cannon-obsessed state and how he met the new team captain Robert Fitzleroy at France.

"I heard you were progressing and all," said Hermione to Malfoy and he hummed in agreement. "Yeah. My parents got out of the Ministry's judicial inquiries and all. Turns out they only joined in the Dark forces out of fear," Malfoy said with a small shrug. "So?" Hermione didn't seem to get it. "They're free from Azkaban," declared Malfoy with a touch of happiness in his voice. I can sense happiness because he sounded so sincere and warm. I've never heard him speak that softly, which was eerie because only Hermione can bring up his warm exterior like that.

Hermione smiled warmly at Malfoy before continuing her duty to wash off the wine stain on his shirt. I wish Hermione would just stay with Malfoy than be with Ron or something. She deserved better than Ron, and I don't understand why she even broke up with Malfoy in the first place. I don't really understand. He was a really nice guy after the war and all but she chose Ron. Maybe it was because she knew him better and that she didn't know Malfoy that well? Because bollocks, if that's the case.

I would strongly recommend Malfoy for Hermione. Malfoy had been through tough things and he needed someone to help him out of that trauma and reach closure. Hermione might've been well with that. You know, be his saving grace and all. But why didn't they stay together? Well, I can tell you for sure. It's because… fine. I won't this time, because I surely would put obscenities if that's the case. That would be hard for you to read too.

"… and I told him I was your friend and he actually told me he totally looks up to you," said Ron before flashing me a wide grin. It turns out I hadn't been listening to him that much until the sentence he ended on. I smiled back at him before tilting my head. "Who're we talking about again? Some guy named Geronimo-"

"Robert Fitzleroy, Harry."

I laughed at Ron. I was totally kidding him on that one. Well, for one thing I totally missed Ron for and wasn't mad at him: I had someone to kid around this time, who would totally be just okay with it. And that was the best part about having Ron with me right now; I had someone to laugh about and laugh with. Well, maybe that 'laugh about' sounded a bit bad. But at least I was honest.

After our laughs, Hermione came back beside Ron and smiled at me again. She seemed quieter than she used to, and I can't help but notice. "Hermione, what did Ron do to you?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at her. "What?" asked Hermione with a slight furrow of her eyebrows.

"You seem quiet. Did he do something like make you drink a Silencing potion or something?" I asked and they both laughed. I did too, and for once I never thought about my grudge against them. They were still my best friends, after all. "Silencing potion. Oh, Harry." Hermione laughed and shook her head with a long sigh as she ceased laughing. "No. I decided to just clamp my mouth shut because Ronald here, cannot stand it."

"Of course I couldn't. We both couldn't, right, Harry?" asked Ron and I nodded with a laugh. "Brightest witch of her age just couldn't shut up about potions, spells, O.W.L grades, and how much she thinks Divination is rubbish," declared Ron and we all guffawed, even Malfoy a bit behind us. It all seemed well. "For a second in fifth grade I actually thought Hermione here was happy that Pink-bridge threatened to banish Professor Trelawney out of Hogwarts," added Ron and we laughed again.

"I would not dare do that even if I think Divination is rubbish, Ronald," said Hermione with a touch of sternness before laughing in approximately five seconds afterwards. "But I do remember Hermione's weird fetishes to the picture of Malfoy having the Inquisitorial Squad pin pinned on his robes," I mused aloud purposefully and both my subjects blushed. It was great that Ron only took that out as a joke because it was. I wouldn't have handled the damage if he didn't.

"And I do remember Potter starting to get all cozy with Lovegood then," Malfoy butted in and this was my time to act grumpy as they all laughed. "I told you nothing happened between Luna and I!" I defended and they just laughed. "Thanks, Malfoy. Thanks," I remarked sarcastically and he laughed at me, making me laugh too.

"Good times, good times."

Then after that sentence, we all sat down in a circle and started to reminisce again. It was a bittersweet experience – what we had. But at the same time I can say that I was thankful it happened. I realized that our experiences, good or bad, shape us to become who we are right now. And so far I'm contented and I don't need anything else in my life. If my life had been different, then I would've had possibly a worse ending. But I'm better this way. I'm not bitter and I'm okay.

"Remember when Malfoy decided to go to the Room of Requirement that night and Hermione knocked off his wand?"

"Then he ran away along with Crabbe and Zabini because he was disarmed?"

"Then Crabbe casted this fire spell and…"

We all became quiet. Malfoy was quiet too, and maybe that topic didn't best fit his mood. "It's okay," he said with a small smile and Hermione reached out to touch his arm. Malfoy stared at her, and Ron made some gesture of dramatic love renaissance even though Hermione was his girlfriend. He started to make this dramatic crying face while pretending he was running in slow motion into a loved one's arms and I couldn't help but laugh. He seemed so quiet while doing it.

When Hermione and Malfoy noticed, they both glared at Ron whose ears instantly became red.
"I need water," he merely said before standing up and approaching someone who was walking around with glasses of water on a tray. He was much more of a waiter, but it was something more than that. We all just laughed at Ron's reaction, before talking to each other again. I'm glad, though, that Malfoy and Hermione didn't have some sort of tension between them and instead were so warm and welcoming to each other. I bet Ginny told Hermione about Malfoy's lingering feelings, which may be the reason why she chose to be soft to him. I hope she means it, though. I would feel bad for the bloke if she didn't.

"So, since Harry here doesn't want to share about his personal life himself, I guess I'll ask you, Draco," said Hermione and I looked at Malfoy. He smirked. It had been a long time since I've seen that smirk. It seemed… normal of him. "Life story, please."

So Malfoy told Hermione everything about what had happened to me these past two years. Including the fact that I was accepted into Auror-ship (made that word up) after months of Auror training, and that I was paired up with Malfoy both with desk duty and actual Auror stuff like fighting off Dark wizards. Hermione seemed happy about that, and I was happy because everyone was happy. Malfoy kept talking though. He told Hermione how we became best of friends (that was so sarcastic of him; I could tell he was being sarcastic) and how he calls me buddy and that only made Hermione laugh harder than she did when he first told her about our friendship.

But Malfoy made it up to her and told her that we were good friends and he really wouldn't mind being best friends with me. Not that I would, though. Malfoy is a very nice guy. And so, Malfoy kept talking and talking. He even said that I was engaged to Luna and that we have a baby named Isaac ("Hey! That's not even true! He's lying, Hermione!" … "But I must say Isaac is a very nice name, Harry." … "Ugh.") Then Malfoy kept talking, and I realized that Ron still hadn't come back.

I stood up and excused myself, and then I went outside to look for Ron. And also to get some air for a bit. "Everything okay, mate?" I heard someone ask and I turned to see Ron. I nodded at him and furrowed my eyebrows. "What are you doing here? I thought you might've wanted to keep an eye on your girlfriend as she's with her ex-boyfriend right now."

Ron merely produced a 'neh' sound, and I raised an eyebrow along with a laugh. "Malfoy wouldn't get back together with her," he said and I raised my eyebrow higher. "What makes you think so?" I asked. "Because Hermione won't let him," answered Ron and I was held aback there. He was actually so secured and safe that Hermione loved him too much to say no to Malfoy. Well, no doubt. But things might change even in the next second. It's never okay to be so sure. But he seems to miss the point.

"Oh."

Ron smiled at me and looked up at the stars. "You know, I think she might be the one," stated Ron and I looked at him. "I've been with her for like-"

"Two years, Ron. You've only been with her for two years-"

"And a half."

"But it doesn't count. Ron, do you even understand what love and marriage really is?"

"Not coming from a man who's not even married yet."

"Hey!"

"Look, mate. I understand that Hermione's a sister-figure to you and all and you'd do anything for her. But I'll take over this time, okay? I'm there for her, and I love her, and I'd do anything for her like you would. I need you to accept this, Harry. We love each other and she might think the same about me."

"Keyword: might."

"Okay, stop that this instance."

"But Ron, don't you think it's too early?"

"It's not. I've waited for too long, Harry. I cannot lose her this time. I'm so close. I just can't."

"What about Malfoy?"

"What about him?"

"What if he decides to come and make some sort of fight because he still didn't have enough time to justify his feelings for Hermione?"

"Well then, so be it!"

"No! Don't 'so be it' this case, Ron! This is serious talk we're having here. This might be the right time for you and her, but it's not for everyone. What about those who still want to spend time with you or Hermione before you had kids, or got branded for life? What about those who needed a second chance? What about those who were just there, waiting to be noticed? What about them?" I asked. My anger was slowly filling me. This was too much. He was thinking too much and too ahead of him.

You know what he said?

"I wasn't born to please anyone. We weren't born to please anyone."

I gaped at my best friend. Honestly, I don't think he's even my best friend anymore. He changed. He totally did, and I tried not to be judgmental about it. He was my best friend, and I don't want to be different because he was. I wanted to be the same Harry because I wanted for him to be the same Ron. But he wasn't. There was no hope.

"Give it some time."

And I walked back in the house without another word. Malfoy was still talking to Hermione and they were still looking good together. As I stepped in the house, I just stayed there and watched. They looked really good together. And I wish Hermione's eyes would just open or something. For Malfoy. For me, even. I really don't want her to stay with Ron. Not with that attitude of his, no.

I approached them slowly and they gave me smiles of greeting. "Have you seen Ron anywhere, Harry?" asked Hermione and I shrugged. I was lying, yes. But I don't want her to go out there and just endure the stupid speech Ron brought out for her. How she might be the 'one' and all that stuff. She merely nodded and went back to her talking with Malfoy. Again, I kept an ear on their small talk.

"I heard you had it done with Weasley, though."

"Done what?"

"You know, sex."

"Ew, Draco. You should stop talking about that right now."

"Hah. I can't, I'm sorry."

"Shut up or I don't like you."

"Of course you don't like me. You love me, Hermione."

"I do not."

"You do."

"Do not."

That went on for a few minutes and I chose not to put that part of the conversation into detail because it was redundant. And there was also a blatant chance that they were flirting with each other, and that was nice, even though that might count as disloyalty from Hermione, because that meant they still liked each other. If not, then Hermione was pretending. And that would make her a really good actress, which is nice because Muggle or witch, she was good at something. But not nice at the same time because she was just fooling Malfoy.

Believe it or not, I've developed a soft spot for Malfoy and all that stuff. He was nicer than Ron, and that was worth it, really. At this situation, I would rather deem Malfoy as my best friend than Ron, because it's better that way.

"All right, Hermione. I've got to go."

That was Malfoy. My head snapped up to see him stand up, and I could see the disappointment on Hermione's face. Yes. Yes, please. Feelings – they should come back to life. Merlin pray she still likes him. "You're leaving already, Draco?"

"Yeah. I have other stuff to do at home: take care of mum and dad. I'll see you soon."

"Bye."

Malfoy walked outside with a wave and small smile at the both of us, then we heard a sound of apparition and I looked at Hermione, who seemed uneasy. Yes. I scooted closer to her and gave her a look that said 'a sickle for your thoughts?'

She merely laughed and sighed heavily. "Poor kid, he is," declared Hermione and I hummed. "Responsible, though. He actually learnt how to improve."

"Yeah. He's been better at work and with people."

"Yeah? Tell me about it, Harry."

"No more prejudiced Malfoy."

Hermione laughed. "Why would he be prejudiced if he himself 'did it' with a Muggle-born?"

"No!" I laughed, not hiding my surprise. That was foreign to my ears. Hermione was never open to her sexual life like that.

She just smiled coyly and blushed. "Forget I said that."

And I did.

I was lying; I did not. I never would. I'm an avid supporter of Hermione Malfoy, to be honest. As much as I think Hermione's pretty and all, I still think the only person who would be able to make use of that beauty is Malfoy. They always go well together and all that, and I like that sometimes. Scratch that… all the time, really.

I think I must be smiling because Hermione looked at me oddly. "Are you okay, Harry? You're still not thinking about what I said, are you?" asked Hermione with a touch of nervousness. I shook my head no, and she let out the breath she had been holding the whole time she waited for my answer. "If you are, though, don't tell Ron about it. Please."

I promised her I wouldn't, and she nodded. I stood up and gave her my best wishes before excusing myself and leaving for… Malfoy's house.

Tell me everything will be okay. Everything should be okay.