32. Summer
After the war, there were days when he worried that they were only together because of Harry, because of the war and what they went through. No one really knows what it was like, except for the three of them. It's something they will always share. But will it be enough in the long haul?
The memories he makes the summer after she finishes Hogwarts are amongst the best he'll ever have. He just knows it.
Life is messed up, yet life is good.
They take a ten days vacation, just the two of them. They don't go too far, just in a small town in the north of France, but it is exactly what they need after a year of figuring out how to be together while being apart.
He's not sure when it happened.
He just knows that as he looks at her, head in a book under the Normandy sun, he is transported to a few months back and the certainty that hit him then.
That is hitting him now.
He had found her in his room, dressed in his shirt and nose scrunched up as she wrote notes frenetically - I'm taking my N.E.W.T.s in two months Ron! - and he realised she would be it. Maybe he's always known but was too scared to admit it, because who meet the love of their lives at eleven?
She looks up, sensing his gaze, and smiles. It's bright and carefree. As he feels the butterflies arise in his core, he decides that maybe Harry and the war brought them together, but it will make them stronger. Not tear them apart like he fears because of the scars they carry, inside out.
He takes her hand and kisses her, she responds with ardor dropping her book without second thoughts. He stops thinking.
She is it.
