IN WHICH CELEBRATIONS AND FLUFF ENSUES
"Ron! I'm so happy you're okay again."
"We were really worried about you bro."
"Mum's ecstatic! You're alright again. You scared the shit out of me."
"R..Ron. I...I…I t.thought you were gonna be like that forever! Don't you dare do that to me again!"
Came the voices of the four occupants of the Gryffindor Common room, Angelina Johnson, Fred, George and Ginny Weasley, as the 'Dream Team' walked in, completed once more.
"Ginny, stop sobbing into me like that," Ron replied with a grin.
"B .. but Ron! I was so worried! You had Merloyn crying her eyes out every night and just that look in your eyes. I burst out crying in Potions once!"
Just then the weight of what had happened dawned on him once more. How had he managed to work up the courage to actually reach out and touch her shoulder? The way she kept muttering your name and self-insults when she was alone, he answered himself. And the way she seemed to be in so much pain you were willing to risk the fate of the whole world just to be there for her that one second. And offcourse, your mother's letter and the fact that it just hurt you too much to be away from her.
But when that hand touched her shoulder and nothing happened, that had to be the happiest moment of his life. He just felt all his troubled drift away and then and there, he knew that everything would be alright and that it would be just like the old times again. The 'Dream Team', this time just plus one.
~*~
That night, the close nit group of friends decided to have a party. But this time, it was just for the twelve of them. Angelina, Fred and George were to provide the food and Katie and Alicia the entertainment while Harry and Hermione, being prefects would provide the site, aka their shared study. Ron, Ginny and Seamus just had to turn up. A few minutes later, the seventh years walked into the study with piles of food stacked over their heads, laughing and joking.
"It's great that you're back to your old self again Ron," Angelina said. "It must have been terrible for you, you can bet it was for us."
A half hour and seven canary creams later, Merloyn and Ron decided to go up to her room for some 'alone time.' But don't be fooled, that in no way, shape or form ended the celebrations as Fred and George had begun taking turns in sharing embarrassing stories about Ron 'I'm a Little Tike' Weasley.
"What happened?" Merloyn asked as she leant on Ron's shoulder.
"What do you mean?" he replied.
"I mean, I know this is probably too soon to ask, but what happened during the time when you were well, like That. You, I don't know, you seemed to know who you were but then you just sorta forgot,"
"Oh, that. Well, I .. I .. I don't really know. It was like, I don't know, I'd say to myself 'nothing's wrong Weasley stop acting like an idiot'. And then I'd see a flash of a picture of the two of us kissing in the library and then WHAM! you'd all be dead and I'd be cackling like a maniac. It ..it ..was so life-like. Like a premonition. And I loved you too much to even risk it happening. I'd recover, then it'd happen again and then it happened so often during the first few days I was positive it was for real. Then I thought, what happened if other people triggered it? I.. I.. I couldn't risk that. It hurt like hell every time I saw you cry and that little voice in my head stopped me from comforting you. Every time I saw some guy hit on you and I couldn't do anything about it. I wanted to tell them all that you were too good for them. And then I realised you were too good for me too…"
"Oh, Ron!" Merloyn exclaimed. "Get that thought out of your head right now! If there's anyone undeserving another here it's me and that's that. But I should never have brought up the question in the first place. What happened doesn't matter right now. It's the fact that you're here with me. I love you Ron."
After that little bit of conversation it was as if the two young lovers had come to a silent, mutual understanding to not ruin the beautiful night with needless talk. The two instead just laid there on the bed, drowning in the happiness of being at one another's side again. And that folks, was how the night passed.