Title: This is what we've been waiting for

Chapter: 4/4

Rating: R, to be safe.

Disclaimer: I own Ron's views...does that count for anything?

Dedication: This one's dedicated to my fans...or at least, those who read this....no one's flamed me yet. It makes me...kinda sad. Flames are fun. Lol.

Warnings: Yaoi. Ron/Malfoy.

To my people: (For all the chapters so far; sorry I haven't done this sooner!)

GhostHelwig: Yes, Dear. Will do, dear. And oh, don't cry horsy! hugs the horse Ya know, I think it needs a shorter name...

I Heart DM 11: Yes, since you so nicely asked, I shall continue. Draco hopes he gets Ron back too. wink

Raven's Light: Of course I updated it. XD How can I refuse?

Sarai-IceElf: Heh. That's the effect I hope it would have...thanks for the compliment.

Viu: looking forward to another review smile

Arynnl: Thanks, and look! More chapters!

Cosmos: Heh. Draco wants to help. He's very protective of Ron.
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--You tell me you want to love me --

Ron's smile returned on a Saturday in May. The sun wasn't shining, the birds weren't singing, and the world did not seem a wonderful place. No, it was a dark, stormy day; the reflection of the lightning on the highly polished great hall tables told him so without even looking up. But it wasn't as dreary as the others in the castle seemed to think it was; it was calming, not nerve-racking.

Draco sat beside him, one arm draped over a to-thin shoulder, precariously stealing glances from the teen beside him. He knew that Ron was getting better; knew it and reveled in the fact. Harry was also there, seated on Ron's other side, eyes on the ceiling. The sound of the storm was rising, and to his left, he spotted Ron's face light up as the lightning crashed throughout the hall. Glancing over, he caught it; the slightest curve of lips on Ron's face.

Draco caught it the same time, and his and Harry's eyes met as Ron let loose a laugh and a full blown smile. "Ron! You're...you're smiling!" Ron's grin widened, and he pointed to the ceiling. "I can't help it...I love the rain." This simple statement let the two boys beside him realize that Ron was truly better; nothing could compete with a full blown Ron smile.

--This is the stop where I get off. --

Draco wondered if, since Ron's smile had returned, if the other teen would be able to love again soon. The first step, he told himself, was getting him to forgive him for leaving the redhead in the first place. This wouldn't be easy; but then,. Nothing in life worth doing was easy.

"Ron, could I have a moment, please?" Politeness, as it were, had never been a strong point for Draco; and even if he want to be with Ron so much, even if he wished he'd seen how much he'd loved the red head before, now, it was difficult to get he proper words out when he was near him.

"I suppose. In the common room, then?" Draco nodded, and Ron lead the way, back to the common rooms, where only several people noticed their arrival at all. Taking up spot next to three first years; who's eyes grew large and began to whisper at the presence of two of the hero's of the war, Ron turned to Draco.

"Alright, what do you want to talk about?" Draco's eyes remained focused on Ron's lips; so full and beautiful, he could remember exactly the way they felt pressed against his, the way that they tasted, like cinnamon, even if Ron hadn't had any for ages. He remembered how wonderful it felt...and he wanted to feel it again, feel Ron's lips against his, his body pressed into his, clinging to him.

So he did. Ron's eyes widened as his once lover leaned forward swiftly, pressing his lips against the redheads and bringing back memories, memories so sharp in Ron's mind that he could hear the words once whispered in the safety of their old bed.

Draco was the first to pull away; Ron sat, silently contemplating what had just happened. It was difficult not too; he still loved Draco, but Draco had hurt him...

It was all so very confusing, to be perfectly honest.

"What was that for?" Ron whispered, voice barely audible. Draco brought a hand to Ron's face, a calloused thumb drifting across those red lips he'd just kissed.

"Because I'm madly and deeply in love with you, Ron. Can you ever forgive me?"

-- I can't handle any more of your taunting. --

"I don't know....I don't know. It's...will you leave me again?"

The question pierces through Draco's heart like a sliver of ice; it hurts, it burns and it tugs and he doesn't want Ron to think it could ever happen again.

"Nothing in life's a guarantee, Ron, love, but for you, I'll never leave. I won't go anywhere's. I...I love you. I love you so much that it hurts."

Ron's eyes are hard on Draco; testing and true, and when he finally moves, finally says something, Draco sighs in relief.

"You really hurt me, Draco. But...I think, maybe, I can love you again. It might take some time; but I did love you once, and I'm pretty sure I still do." Draco's smiled widened his face, and he slowly took Ron's hand, oblivious to the stares and the whispering around him.

"Well then, let's give this a try, Ron." And with that said, he leaned in, kissing away all the doubts in Ron's mind, and while others stared, they realized that this was love, true love and nothing else.

--But then again I can't get enough. --

Harry thought Ron looked...happy. Which was good; happy was a good thing. Happy meant that he and Draco were back together; meant that Harry didn't have to constantly worry about his best friend, and most importantly...meant that they could get on with their lives. He had Cho; pretty little Cho who loved him and hugged away his fears and tears.

He had Draco, an enemy turned friend, who would watch out for his best friend until the very end. This would be helpful, as both Harry and Cho had planned on a vacation that summer, and if Draco came, Ron would surely come too.

And he had Ron, his best friend turn happy again. He was glad; Ron laughed and smiled, loved and grieved, and everything was normal now. Normal as normal could be, for what was normality when it was more entertaining being abnormal?

It was all worth it. And even if he missed Hermione and the others, and that they'd always be remembered and honored as they should, Harry was happy. The weight of the world wasn't on his shoulders anymore.

--and now I'm so happy... --

Draco was happy. Happy that it was all over. The war, the recent ordeal...everything was as it should be; a settlement into routine life suited him just fine now. And as everyone around him seemed happy; he remained as so.

Harry was a good friend; he didn't know why he hadn't seen that before, or why he'd always hated him. No, that was a lie; he knew exactly the reason for it; why he had always fought with 'Potty and the Weasel'. There were two reasons, the first being he had hated how they were so righteous.

The second was Ron. Harry had always had Ron, even when Draco had wanted him so badly it hurt. And when Harry found out about Draco's feelings for Ron, in the middle of detention, he had been sympathetic. And that had been their first step to friendship.

Ron, Ron was...Ron was wonderful. Beautiful and grandiose, everything he would ever need. And did he need him. Ron was air to him; without the red head, he was sure that life would be hell.

And A Life In Hell Is Not Worth Living.

---Happy as can Be. ---

And Ron is happy.

Everything is good now, nothing is going wrong.

He's missing the others, but that's alright; those who live will help him through just well.

He's positively happy, and wouldn't have it any other way.

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A/N Well, that's it. I know, it's a crappy ending. Sorry. Heh, for the ending, I was going to put "He's positively happy, happy in hell' because I was reading an Evo fic of that title...ah, well. Tell me what you think!