Ron's POV
I wonder how this all happened? I mean, I know how this all happened, but for the life of me I can't figure out the why.
He scares me sometimes... hell, he scares me almost all the time. But I accept that. Because it's him, and I know it's him, and he's mine, and everything will be all right. None of this makes any sense; but it never does. I've tried piecing together in my mind how I would go about telling Harry or Hermione, but I just can't. Nothing coherent ever comes to me; it's all just one giant jumble in my mind.
Our relationship, if you can call it that, and I do sometimes get him to say that, with a few stiff drinks and an orgasm or two... and I'm rambling again. Where was I? Oh yes, our relationship. Built on rocky footing, that, and much disaster has arisen from said foundation. After the last tumble, we realized the need to start from the beginning, clear the air, have an straightforward relationship and all that. Lasted for about a week, upon which we started acting the same we always had. We recognized that this is the way it always had been, and therefore always will be, and continued thusly.
At this point, I can honestly begin to say to myself that I love him. I hope he realizes by now that if he doesn't leave anytime soon, I'm not giving him up. Ever. Just me, him, his 35 "products", and a giant yellow teddy bear named pookie.
