Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the opening quote.
AN: I know this chapter is a bit shorter than the last one, but I just felt like each chapter should address one issue and I couldn't think of more to say on this one. I should probably mention that this story is likely(thought not certain) to make large jumps in time. Therefore it would behoove the reader to check out the date which will always be accompanied by a date, # year AH (After Hogwarts). Anyway, hope you like this chapter. Enjoy!
Those who give cheerfully give twice—once to others, once to themselves.
-Anonymous
April 5th, 1 year AH
I did it. I moved in with Ron.
He asked me around Christmas time if I would want to. I told him we were too young, we were only eighteen after all. We still didn't know who we truly were. We still needed to finish our road of self-discovery.
Ron replied that he had found himself when he came back to me that cold winter night when he pulled the sword out of the lake last year. Surprisingly, he then said something very uncharacteristic for Ron Weasley. He said that he understood I still needed to find myself away from school and books. And he said he would wait.
I never thought I could get so lucky as to have a boy say he will wait for me. I always figured I would be the one waiting for someone. But Ron said he loved me enough to wait for me to be ready. I was so stunned at the time that I told him I needed to think about it.
Now here I am, a little over three months later and I officially moved in today. I gave up my independence with all the cheerfulness I could muster. I guess that's not the right way to put it. I want this too. I want to be able to come home every night to someone who loves me for who I am, someone who will respect my wishes and privacy. It's not as if I am forcing myself to do this.
Ron was even cute about it. He "hired" Harry to come over for the day and help move my stuff in. Basically I sat on the couch while they levitated my belongings up three flights of stairs. It was an all wizarding apartment complex so we didn't have to worry about being discreet.
When Harry gave me a last congratulatory hug before leaving, I didn't feel anything except excitement about starting the next phase in my relationship with Ron. My thinking about my old love for Harry was just symbolic of me leaving that in the past for good now? Right?
I made this move for Ron and me. I was happy and cheerful about it. By doing so, I am giving to us both. I am making our lives happier. I am happy about this.
But if that's true, why did I get up after Ron fell asleep to write in my journal? I should probably magic this blank to all eyes but my own…I know Ron wouldn't purposefully invade my privacy but still. It couldn't hurt, right?