~Meet The One Who Makes Your Heart Stop~
Ron was the first person Harry told.
It was shortly after he'd started his job at the Ministry. He'd been seeing Luna for several weeks at that point (and they were more than friendly meetings). Both Ron and Hermione knew about their relationship—in fact he didn't think there was a single person who didn't know at this point. He and Luna had never hidden their feelings from anyone.
That still didn't stop Ron from being surprised.
"So let me see if I got this straight," Ron said. "You and Luna are in love and you feel like she understands you better than anyone and all that, and…and you've already decided to marry her?"
"You want to marry 'Mione," Harry pointed out.
"Well, yeah, but I've known her forever, mate. You've only known Luna for a couple of years."
It didn't matter. He would marry her anyway. Luna was the kind of person who, once she came into your life, felt like she had been there your whole life. She was comfortable and altogether delightful, and Harry was in love with her. In love with everything about her. Her wild hair, her brilliant mind, her bare feet.
"I love her, Ron. I love her more than I've ever loved anybody," Harry said, face flushing.
Ron saw the red in his friend's cheeks; could hear the emotion in his voice, and he suddenly thought of Hermione. He knew a long time ago—long before they had started dating, even—that she was the girl he wanted to marry. She was way out of his league and perfect in every way he wasn't, but she was the one. He wouldn't spend his life with any other, and the feeling was mutual. They both just…knew somehow.
"Have you told Luna?" He asked, more gently this time.
Harry turned an even deeper red. "I wasn't going to propose right away…" he mumbled.
"Too soon for that," Ron agreed, "I was talking about if you told her you loved her."
"I have," Harry said, "She knows."
"And?" Ron said.
"She loves me, too," Harry said.
"Well then, I suppose that's all there is to it."
There is something about when two people come together that transcends all definition. Ron wasn't daft—he saw the way Luna looked at Harry and the way Harry looked at Luna. They completed each other. Two halves of the same whole. He was happy for them. He wasn't particularly close to Luna and sure, she could be bloody annoying sometimes (not to mention extremely odd) but he didn't dislike her at all. She was a kind person, and she obviously treasured Harry in a way past girls hadn't.
"Thanks, Ron," Harry said. Ron would always be his best friend. They had been through so much together, and after the battle at Hogwarts this was just one more step in their journey. A step they would take together.
After Ginny, Harry had been convinced true love didn't exist. As it turned out he just hadn't discovered it, yet.