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Harry often sat with Ron for lunch once a week. It was their time to catch up. He was use to Ron telling him his complications with Hermione by now, but Harry couldn't help to have some of his own. He cleared his throat as he put down his glass of water. Ron looked up at him over the table.
"What's up mate?" Ron questioned, always clueless.
"I sometimes wonder if Ginny loves me for me or because I'm famous," he stated. Ron stared at him dumbfounded.
"Are you joking mate? Ginny thinks of you as a soldier. As a warrior. You killed the Dark Lord for her. You are her hero," Ron said picking up his hot tea.
"I know I shouldn't question, and I know she loves me, but everyone has doubts."
"I hope you're right. I need to prove myself to her," Harry said. Ron chuckled at his comment.
"Merlin's beard mate, You have a knack for saving the world. I think killing the Dark Lord was proof enough for her. You are going to marry her. Remember? You told me yourself around Christmas," he chuckled.
"What?" Harry questioned.
"It's funny. Normally, we sit here with you convincing me I'm good enough for Hermione. Who would have thought that the Chosen One has doubts of his own relationship?" Ron laughed. Harry threw a bread roll at him.
"Don't call me the Chosen One. You know I can't stand it," Harry said as he paid for their bill. He knew Ron was right. He was only human after all, and knew it was fair for him to have doubts. Everyone does sometimes.
Author's note: I'm still in awe with the number of reviews this story has received. Thank you so much! I have never reached that amount before.