Chapter Eleven Moving On

That night at dinner, Bill, Fred, George, Ginny and Ron sat around the table. They were talking about their days and they had received a letter from Charlie saying he was coming home for a month or two. The family was excited but Ron couldn't get over what had happened that day. What if he was alone for the rest of his life? What if he was supposed to be with Hermione, but she was meant to be with Krum? What if he lived alone until he died.

Ron shook himself mentally. That would never happen. Words echoed in his mind, words that Harry himself had said.

"We are all needed by someone in life. We all eventually need someone too," he said. "Who they are and when we find them? That depends on how hard we look."

Ron had always taken these words for granted but Harry always said it but now it made sense. He had always shared his feeling for Hermione since their 2nd year, but Harry had swore not to tell. But yet somehow he had known that Hermione didn't feel the same way. Somehow Harry always knew. He left the table and went to his room and pulled a piece of parchment and a quill off the desk. He began to write.

Dear Hermione,

I'm sorry about today. I'm very happy you and Viktor are getting married. I'm glad to see you're happy. We all need some happiness in our lives. Thank you for talking with me in the cemetery. It made me feel a lot better. I appreciate it.

I don't know if Harry ever told you but I love you. I know it sounds forward but please just listen. I've liked you ever since our 2nd year. It's just something about you. It's intoxicating. I lose myself whenever I'm around you. I feel happy.

I hope you understand. I want to still be friends and I'll see you at the wedding.

Cheers, Ron

The End