/…/ – Indicates thoughts

A/N: Italics represent my muse Angie (angel!harry). Bold represent my muse Stan (devil!harry). (Their like Harry's little on-the-shoulder angel!harry and devil!harry personality guys and they narrate some of the story)

Epilogue

Ron and Harry lay in an entangled heap on Ron's bed. The curtains were drawn, cutting them off from the world. Ron thanked the gods that he had remembered to put up a silencing charm some time during the night, as he cracked an eye open. He was met with the sight of green ones staring back at him. "What are you doing up so early, Harry?" He yawned and his eyes slid shut once more.

Harry gave a lopsided grin and said, "What do you mean early? It's almost lunch time!"

That got Ron's attention. Both eyes snapped open and he sat up, remembering every detail of last night, and who he did it with. His thoughts were frantic. 'Oh shit! Did I…did we…Omigod there's the lube! Dammit it's empty! And that was a new bottle…' his mouth dropped open and he suddenly became scared. Scared of what Harry must think of him. He remembered exactly who had started last night's romp. Yes, he remembered pouncing Harry and ripping off his clothes.

"Uhh…H-Harry?" he asked tentatively. "Yes Ron?" came that sweet-and-innocent-oozing-with-honey reply. And then something in Ron's mind just seemed to click as he stared at his friend, who was lying back and looking quite content.

"This was all a joke wasn't it," Ron said quietly, "a plot to make me admit something. Well why didn't you just ask Harry?" his voice tinged with hurt, Ron got up and walked to the bathroom, securely locking the door.

"That coulda gone better mate." came a voice from across the room. Tens seconds later Seamus found himself being slammed in the face with a pillow. Harry huffed and got up to put on some pajama bottoms. He headed for the bathroom door and knocked. No answer. He tried knocking again but still nothing.

"Oh, c'mon Ron! Come out would you? Ron, please! We could talk about this."

"What the fuck is there to talk about Harry?!" Finally, an answer. 'Wait,' Harry thought wildly, 'was that a sob?'

"Err… Ron? Are you alright?" Ron said nothing. "Are you crying?"

"No, I'm fine! Just peachy! Just fucking go already Harry!"

"Note the sarcasm, smart one." "You know, that's not very nice. Considering Harry's about to have an emotional outburst it wouldn't do to cause him more pain on top of the rejection he's getting right now. But alas, it will be alright in the end, just you watch." "Okay, where the hell are you from? You are the weirdest angel-on-the-shoulder™ I have ever seen." "I won't dignify that with an answer."

Harry had pounded on the door and pleaded with Ron long enough. He was just about to get his wand to spell the door open when he heard the lock click. Ron stepped out and stared at Harry through tear-filled eyes. His voice was shaky and forced, "You'd had better say whatever the fuck you wanted to say, because after this, I'm not going to listen to you."

Harry stared at his friend for a moment then walked forward to grasp Ron by the shoulders. He looked into the redhead's eyes and said, "Would I be here, trying to explain things, if I didn't mean it? Yes, it started as a plot to get you to admit you're gay. And I'll admit that I would go to such ridiculous lengths to find out rather than just asking, but that's just who I am. And somewhere along the line, things changed…"

Ron was silent. Harry could hear his breath shudder from having been crying. Then in such a small whisper Harry had to lean in to hear it, Ron asked him, "How? How'd they change Harry?"

Without hesitation Harry pressed his lips to Ron's unresponsive ones. But Harry ran his tongue across the redhead's lower lip, sending shivers down his spine. And they kissed, and kissed, and kissed. Slowly, not wanting to let go, Harry drew back. They looked into each other's eyes and they both knew, even without words. Those three little words hung on the tip of Harry's tongue, when out of nowhere Seamus gave out a whistle, riling up the entire boys' dorm into catcalls. Ron, predictably, turned beet red to the roots of his hair, meanwhile Harry turned red for an entirely different reason. Turns out he finally noticed that Ron was but-naked and out for everyone to see.

"Oi! Everyone can go fuck themselves and leave me and my boyfriend alone!"

The whistling and catcalls stopped at once (all except for Seamus of course, who was still giggling in some corner…).

"Boyfriend, eh?" Ron said with a raised eyebrow.

And Harry gave a cheeky smile I return. "Of course. I hope you don't mind, cuz your stuck with me now mate."

"No Harry, I don't mind. I don't mind at all."

"Good, cuz we have to get you some clothes on before someone steals you from me." Harry turned and grabbed a towel from a rack in the bathroom and quickly wrapping it around his new boyfriend, they headed over to get dressed together.

The End…

Or is it?

"See, See! I told you Stan! Didn't I tell you it would have a happy ending!" "Yes, yes! Alright, alright already! Damn! Really Angie, you need to sort out your priorities."

Now it's

-The End-