A/N: Finally, an update! Sorry it took me so long… Enjoy!
Disclamier: Again, these characters doesn't belong to me, it all belongs to… J.K Rowling.
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Ron Weasley walked alone into the cemetery that he and Hermione visited just yesterday, he always comes here to think, for he found only this place could gave him peace.
He stopped at Harry's grave, and put the flowers that he bought on the way here infront of the tombstone.
Lilies.
The name of Harry's mother, Lily Potter.
He stared at his best friend's tombstone for a very long time, thinking about his very own past and future.
Then he found himself desiring for wanting to talk to Harry Potter again, just once, is that too much to ask?
" So, Harry," He said to Harry's grave. " How ya doing?"
" Not so well." Said a voice behind him.
Ron froze, as he widens his eyes in disbelief.
It can't be… He thought, as he stood there, unmoved.
" Hey, Weasley." Said that voice again, more playfully this time. " You gonna stand there all day?"
Ron turned around slowly, there behind him, stood Harry Potter, the boy who lived.
" Harry?" Ron whispered.
Harry grinned, " Hey, is this the kind of welcome you gave your best friend after he returns from the dead?"
Suddenly, Ron punched Harry straight in the jaws.
" Where have you been?" Ron asked angrily, as Harry watches him, astonished, as he wipe the blood that appeared from his lips. " Don't you have any idea how Hermione missed you? How she cried every night after you left? You just left, without an explanation. Not considering how hurt she'll be, and how…" Ron's voice trailed off.
" How miserable I would be to lose my best friend forever?" He finished, choking on a sob.
Harry smiled, as he walked closer to his best friend.
" I am sorry." He said when they are standing face to face.
" Apology accepted." Ron said, starting to grin as he looked at Harry's brilliant green eyes. He couldn't stay angry with him, ever. Not at Harry Potter.
They look at each other, grinning, each not knowing what to say. Harry spoke up first.
" I still don't want anyone to see me, Ron, let's get in my house."
" Your house?"
" Hey, I live some where in these years, you don't expect me to be so clean if I live on the streets, do you?"
" No, but-"
"Don't ask questions," Harry look around. " Coast is clear, now, come on!"
Ron nodded, then followed him into the forest behind the cemetery awkwardly.
They walked for like hours, actually 30 minutes, according to Harry later, Ron saw this small brick house in front of him.
" Pretty amazing, huh? I built it, took me ages. Well, with good help with Hedwig carrying materials to me, and the some magic, it didn't took that long as I expected to be. Come in." Harry led the way inside, closely followed by Ron.
" Lumos." He said, and a fire started in the fireplace, light shone from the fire, and a nice looking house with all kinds of furniture that one needed look back at them, a snowy owl flapped it's wings on the stand beside the fireplace and flew to Harry's shoulder.
" Hi, Hedwig, look at who I brought with me." Hedwig turned her head into Ron's direction, Ron rushed over to stroke Hedwig, and she softly nipped his fingers affectionately.
" Long time no see, Hedwig!" Ron exclaimed. " The last time I saw you, you were, um, the same." Harry laughed.
After Harry ran a quick tour of his house to Ron, and get all kind of compliments and complains (How come I don't have any thing like that comfy?) They sat down on the couch just opposite from the fireplace, and few silent moments past.
" Ron… What you say about Hermione… Did I really hurt her that much?"
Ron sighed. " Harry, that's why I couldn't get why you can just leave like this. I mean, if I were you, and I have a beautiful and intelligent girl loving you and we shared a kiss underneath the starry sky, I-" Ron stopped abruptly, and covered his mouth with his hands.
Harry, by the way, has his mouth dropped open.
" W,what?" He stammered. " How did you know-You saw us?"
" Well…" Ron replied guiltily, trying to explain. " It wasn't me, um, not the me-you know, at that time… Well, it's the me at this time, I knew it sounds crazy-"
" You mean Hermione send you? To that night?" Harry asked suddenly, the shocked expression still wearing on his face.
" How do you know?"
Harry shrugged. " Hunch."
" I see." Ron look at Harry somehow doubtfully.
Harry remained silent.
" Anyway, planning on seeing Hermione some time?" Ron asked.
" Not really…"
" Why??" Ron asked, surprised. " I thought you love her like crazy."
" I do… But…"
" Come on, Harry, it's not going to be a heart attacking surprise, because she knew that you're alive, anyway."
Harry frowned. " She does?"
" You dropped this locket thing in her bed room 3 days ago."
" I did?" Harry asked, his expression told Ron he's not at least surprised.
" Yeah… Don't worry, she'll take good care of it, you should see how careful she was with the thing."
Harry stared at Ron for a moment, and smiled weakly.
" I sure hope so." He said quietly.
Ron suddenly remembered something, cursed, then checked his watch. " Oh, man, I promise to meet Hermione at 3:00 at her house, it's almost 2:30." Ron looked up at Harry, " Why don't you come?"
Harry flinched, and Ron thought that he saw sadness flashed in his eyes. " Harry?"
" Yeah?"
" If you want to meet her some other time, it's okay, I won't tell anyone that I met you. But you better tell her, fast, and I mean, real fast."
Harry grinned, " Thanks, Ron."
" I just don't get it, though," Ron said, standing up, " Why would you hesitate to meet her?"
"You'll know."
Ron sighed. " Suit yourself, then. Bye, Harry." Ron headed for the door, just as he's about to leave, Harry called him.
" Ron, wait."
" Yeah?"
" How come you never fell for Hermione before?"
Ron stopped, and turns around.
" What?"
" You heard me."
Ron stopped, as to consider his words.
" You kidding?" He said slowly, grinning. " I already sank for Hermione, I would do anything for her, in order to keep her safe. So, if you hurt her in anyway, you die, Potter."
With that, he stepped outside and closed the door behind him.
Harry smiled.
Maybe… I really should stop running away from myself anymore.
And, with a smile on his face, he walked out of his door.
Disclamier: Again, these characters doesn't belong to me, it all belongs to… J.K Rowling.
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Ron Weasley walked alone into the cemetery that he and Hermione visited just yesterday, he always comes here to think, for he found only this place could gave him peace.
He stopped at Harry's grave, and put the flowers that he bought on the way here infront of the tombstone.
Lilies.
The name of Harry's mother, Lily Potter.
He stared at his best friend's tombstone for a very long time, thinking about his very own past and future.
Then he found himself desiring for wanting to talk to Harry Potter again, just once, is that too much to ask?
" So, Harry," He said to Harry's grave. " How ya doing?"
" Not so well." Said a voice behind him.
Ron froze, as he widens his eyes in disbelief.
It can't be… He thought, as he stood there, unmoved.
" Hey, Weasley." Said that voice again, more playfully this time. " You gonna stand there all day?"
Ron turned around slowly, there behind him, stood Harry Potter, the boy who lived.
" Harry?" Ron whispered.
Harry grinned, " Hey, is this the kind of welcome you gave your best friend after he returns from the dead?"
Suddenly, Ron punched Harry straight in the jaws.
" Where have you been?" Ron asked angrily, as Harry watches him, astonished, as he wipe the blood that appeared from his lips. " Don't you have any idea how Hermione missed you? How she cried every night after you left? You just left, without an explanation. Not considering how hurt she'll be, and how…" Ron's voice trailed off.
" How miserable I would be to lose my best friend forever?" He finished, choking on a sob.
Harry smiled, as he walked closer to his best friend.
" I am sorry." He said when they are standing face to face.
" Apology accepted." Ron said, starting to grin as he looked at Harry's brilliant green eyes. He couldn't stay angry with him, ever. Not at Harry Potter.
They look at each other, grinning, each not knowing what to say. Harry spoke up first.
" I still don't want anyone to see me, Ron, let's get in my house."
" Your house?"
" Hey, I live some where in these years, you don't expect me to be so clean if I live on the streets, do you?"
" No, but-"
"Don't ask questions," Harry look around. " Coast is clear, now, come on!"
Ron nodded, then followed him into the forest behind the cemetery awkwardly.
They walked for like hours, actually 30 minutes, according to Harry later, Ron saw this small brick house in front of him.
" Pretty amazing, huh? I built it, took me ages. Well, with good help with Hedwig carrying materials to me, and the some magic, it didn't took that long as I expected to be. Come in." Harry led the way inside, closely followed by Ron.
" Lumos." He said, and a fire started in the fireplace, light shone from the fire, and a nice looking house with all kinds of furniture that one needed look back at them, a snowy owl flapped it's wings on the stand beside the fireplace and flew to Harry's shoulder.
" Hi, Hedwig, look at who I brought with me." Hedwig turned her head into Ron's direction, Ron rushed over to stroke Hedwig, and she softly nipped his fingers affectionately.
" Long time no see, Hedwig!" Ron exclaimed. " The last time I saw you, you were, um, the same." Harry laughed.
After Harry ran a quick tour of his house to Ron, and get all kind of compliments and complains (How come I don't have any thing like that comfy?) They sat down on the couch just opposite from the fireplace, and few silent moments past.
" Ron… What you say about Hermione… Did I really hurt her that much?"
Ron sighed. " Harry, that's why I couldn't get why you can just leave like this. I mean, if I were you, and I have a beautiful and intelligent girl loving you and we shared a kiss underneath the starry sky, I-" Ron stopped abruptly, and covered his mouth with his hands.
Harry, by the way, has his mouth dropped open.
" W,what?" He stammered. " How did you know-You saw us?"
" Well…" Ron replied guiltily, trying to explain. " It wasn't me, um, not the me-you know, at that time… Well, it's the me at this time, I knew it sounds crazy-"
" You mean Hermione send you? To that night?" Harry asked suddenly, the shocked expression still wearing on his face.
" How do you know?"
Harry shrugged. " Hunch."
" I see." Ron look at Harry somehow doubtfully.
Harry remained silent.
" Anyway, planning on seeing Hermione some time?" Ron asked.
" Not really…"
" Why??" Ron asked, surprised. " I thought you love her like crazy."
" I do… But…"
" Come on, Harry, it's not going to be a heart attacking surprise, because she knew that you're alive, anyway."
Harry frowned. " She does?"
" You dropped this locket thing in her bed room 3 days ago."
" I did?" Harry asked, his expression told Ron he's not at least surprised.
" Yeah… Don't worry, she'll take good care of it, you should see how careful she was with the thing."
Harry stared at Ron for a moment, and smiled weakly.
" I sure hope so." He said quietly.
Ron suddenly remembered something, cursed, then checked his watch. " Oh, man, I promise to meet Hermione at 3:00 at her house, it's almost 2:30." Ron looked up at Harry, " Why don't you come?"
Harry flinched, and Ron thought that he saw sadness flashed in his eyes. " Harry?"
" Yeah?"
" If you want to meet her some other time, it's okay, I won't tell anyone that I met you. But you better tell her, fast, and I mean, real fast."
Harry grinned, " Thanks, Ron."
" I just don't get it, though," Ron said, standing up, " Why would you hesitate to meet her?"
"You'll know."
Ron sighed. " Suit yourself, then. Bye, Harry." Ron headed for the door, just as he's about to leave, Harry called him.
" Ron, wait."
" Yeah?"
" How come you never fell for Hermione before?"
Ron stopped, and turns around.
" What?"
" You heard me."
Ron stopped, as to consider his words.
" You kidding?" He said slowly, grinning. " I already sank for Hermione, I would do anything for her, in order to keep her safe. So, if you hurt her in anyway, you die, Potter."
With that, he stepped outside and closed the door behind him.
Harry smiled.
Maybe… I really should stop running away from myself anymore.
And, with a smile on his face, he walked out of his door.