"I just don't know what to do, Ron." Harry said heaving a great sigh. Ron looked at him with sympathy filled eyes. "Sometimes being the boy who lived sucks."
"I know, Harry but, 'it's your duty to the wizarding world'" Ron said using his character voice that he used when he's mocking people. Harry made a halfhearted smile.
"But I wish I wasn't." Harry said, his green eyes shrouded in gloom.
"Hmm." Ron said as he got up and walked over to Harry, who was standing by the window. He opened the window slightly and ran his finger in a small puddle on the sill. He traced Harry's scar with the water on his finger, then he drew a similar scar on his own forehead. "Then let me be the boy who lived for you." Ron whispered. Harry's eyes shined with tears that had welled up in his eyes. Ron cupped Harry's face in his hands and said, "don't cry Harry. I'm here for you."
"I know." Harry said his voice cracking. Ron slid his hands to Harry's neck and Harry wrapped his tightly around Ron. Their lips brushed, and they lifted off from this planet and into one where the two of them were all that mattered.