A/N: Ok, now, I'll be the first to admit that I'm not a big Ron fan. But, I felt since everyone else had a chapter (even Trelawney), why not Ron.
****Ron****
Another end of the year feast. All the food! Oh the food that was at that year's feast. I'm sorry, am I off track already? Right, so anyway, we were sitting there eating, waiting for everyone who had been petrified to return. Colin Creevy was back as was Penelope Clearwater. (Percy was beside himself with joy and became - if possible - even more annoying) only one person was missing now and that was Hermione. Colin was pretty sure he saw Madam Pomfrey giving her the potion, but with Colin, you never can be sure.
Then it happened. Neville leaned over and said, "Harry! It's Hermione!"
Now, it made me wonder, why did Neville tell only Harry? Why didn't he say, "Hey everyone! Hermione is back!" or "Attention my fellow Gryffindors! Hermione has returned!" Ok, you're right, that last one is totally not Neville. But still. You get my point, right?
Looking back now, it should have been completely obvious why. Because it was Harry and because it was Hermione. Enough said.
But back then, it was more complicated. It was Hermione and Harry and Ron. Yeah, eventually I became the third wheel. Or was I always?
Regardless, I leaned back after Neville's proclamation. There she was. Safe and sound. Harry immediately stood up, and I was close behind.
So then she starts running to him and he spreads his arms. Well, everyone knew they were going to hug. They were Harry and Hermione. So she flew into his arms and they held each other.
It made me wonder if this what Harry's parents must have looked like. I always knew that Harry was practically his father's twin, and that Lily and Hermione were very similar in personality. I was willing to bet that this was what it was like for them. The mischief-maker and the brain.
I thought back to the time Hermione was in the hospital. It was as though the rest of the world barely existed. Harry was always at her side. Even when everyone said that she couldn't hear him or that she didn't even know he was there, Harry held her hand and told her about his day. He said he was going to get her out of this mess. Most of the time, he never even waited for me to go visit her. He'd just take off and forget about me. He didn't know it, but I knew when he'd slip on his dad's invisibility cloak and leave in the middle of the night. Once again, leaving me behind. Looking back, I know why now, but then, I felt pretty out of the loop.
Anyway, after a very awkward moment, Hermione turned to me. Well, I was a 12-year-old boy, and I did what any 12-year-old boy (with the exception of Harry) would do … I didn't hug her. I, instead, stuck out my hand to shake it. Things got more awkward.
"Uh … um, welcome back, Hermione," I stammered like an idiot.
She shook my hand with a questioning look in her eyes.
"It's good to be back." She turned to Harry (still holding his hand) and said, "Congratulations! I can't believe you solved it."
"Well, we had loads of help from you," Harry replied. "We couldn't have done it without you."
"Thanks," she said with a slight blush.
Now, I'll admit, I was quite jealous of Harry. I was tired of all the "Harry/Hermione" hype. Not to mention I was hoping some of Hermione's attention would come my way. More than just "Ron, why won't you finish your assignments?" or "Honestly, Ron! This essay is due in two weeks!" I wanted Hermione as more than just a friend, but in the back of my mind, I knew it would never happen. It would always be Harry. Harry with the scar and Harry with the fame and Harry with the money and Harry with the girl and … sorry. I'm over all that now, I swear it. I'm quite happy now.
Then, McGonagall clinked her glass and ended the completely embarrassing moment on the floor. We sat down and listened to Dumbledore give his end of the year speech. Can I please mention that that saint among men cancelled our exams? What a guy!
Anyway, for the next couple of years, it seemed that we had quite a triangle forming. Now I see it for what it really was. I liked Hermione, sure. But Hermione's heart always belonged to Harry. Harry (for the longest time) was oblivious to it all. Of course his heart belonged to Hermione as well, but my dear mate couldn't have identified love back then if it had tweaked him on the nose.
The years following the Chamber of Secrets incident would be ones full of mystery and life-changing events, but throughout it all, the "Dream Team" prevailed and "Hogwarts new Lily and James" became the school sweethearts in sixth year. Now of course, they're happily married with two beautiful children. If you're wondering, I'm no longer jealous of Harry because I married Lavender Brown and we've got four children of our own and one on the way. What can I say? I'm a Weasley.
So, getting back to my story again …here's to Harry and Hermione and the moments that matter!