~ Ron POV ~

Everyone is always telling me how lucky I am to be with Harry Potter. And I always tell them the same thing. I'm not with Harry. We're just good friends. But, nobody ever seems to believe me. Why can't two guys be as close as brothers without being gay? I'm completly into Hermione. You can tell.

I mean, there was the time I hugged her after summer vacation, the many times I held her hand, and the time I kissed her while Voldemort was course, not a soul was around to see that one. But, it still happened.

Why couldn't people get past the fact that I was always around Harry. I mean, It's not like we were publically " together ". Sure, there was that one time we hugged on the train to hogwarts. And in the griffyndor corridor, and the common room, and the dining hall... Okay. So we were pretty close publically. But...still.

We were just friends. Right? There was no way I had feelings for Harry. Nope. No way. I loved Hermione. I'd loved her since second year. And Harry loved Ginny. That was definate. Harry was always showing off that him and Ginny were together. So why in the world would people think Ron and Harry were together?

Sure, they did a lot together. Ya, they'd know each other since first year at hogwarts. But, honestly, were they really that close? Did everyone see them as...an item? Even if they were publically with other people? I mean, Harry was a buddy. A brother.

Ron was panicking. Freaking out inside. He was sitting at a table in a corner of the room. Ron, Harry, and Hermione were at a formal function. The three of them had been attending a lot of these lately. After defeating Voldemort they'd become quite popular. People all over knew who they were. They had sighned autographs, had photos taken of them, and been interviewed. And, they'd had to attend these formal meetings. At the moment Harry was talking to the headmistress of Hogwarts, and Hermione was telling some random person about the wonders of cats. Ron had no clue what he would do when Harry and Hermione came back.

When the two of them finally did return to Ron, Hermione had a smile on her face that could light up the world. And Harry looked like he was ready for anything. Ron stood. " The party's just about over, right? " Ron asked. " Yes. " , Hermione said smiling with a hint of a laugh in her voice. " Good. So we can leave then? " Ron asked. " Yes. What has you so worked up? " Harry asked a puzzled look on his face. " Oh, nothing. " Ron replied. " Let's go. Shall we? "

Ron held out his arm and Hermione took it. Harry grabbed Hermione's arm and the three of them stood. " Yes. I suppose we can go. " , Hermione spoke slowly light twinkling in her eyes. Harry smiled and nodded.

Ron didn't know if poeple would keep suspecting he and Harry were together. He didn't know why they did it. And he didn't care. Nor would he ever. All he understood, or care to understand, was that the three of them would always be together. Best friends until the end. No matter what people said. If it wasn't true, Ron resolved to let all his troubles go.

As the three of them walked out into the moonlight, Ron let all his worries go. And let the bliss of being with friends take hime over. That was the night that Ron dicovered, he didn't need anyone's approval. The only opinion that mattered was the opinion of his two best friends.