Hi everyone! Thank you so much for reading up to this point; and thank you all for the wonderful reviews on each chapter! I'm so happy that so many people are enjoying my writing and my interpretations of these characters!

Sadly, all good things must come to an end, and what follows is the epilogue for 'A Peculiar Engagement'. It's been an amazing year of writing this fic, and I couldn't have done it without the help of my friends on Tumblr (including BurgundyDahlia -who suggested this idea in the first place- and my amazing beta reader princesserica84).

With all these soppy shout-outs out of the way, let's begin. This entire series has been from Ron and Hermione's own perspectives, so I thought it would be nice to give the last word to their eternal third wheel: Harry James Potter.

Enjoy!

The stone floor rang softly with the sounds of Harry Potter's footsteps. Despite having been a professor as Hogwarts for well over two years now, Harry would never forget that same warm feeling that the castle had always instilled in him. It was his first real home after all. The place where he had grown up. The place he had come of age. Where he had first found friends, family and so much more.

That afternoon, he was in an especially cheerful mood. Ron and Hermione had sent him a letter, asking to meet with him in his office. Apparently, they had big news for him.

However, his thoughts were interrupted by the sounds coming from a classroom just up the hallway. Harry rolled his eyes; students really weren't subtle about these things, were they? It was almost a relief to them that he'd been too busy during most of his school years to engage in that sort of stuff.

Clearing his throat, Harry knocked on the door.

'Okay, guys,' he said, putting on his best 'exasperated professor' voice as he entered the room. 'Break it up; there's a time and place for that sort of⸺'

'Harry!'

'Mate, you really have terrible timing!'

Professor Potter rolled his eyes again. Instead of the student couple he had been expecting to find, the so-called chosen one had interrupted his two best friends. Ron's t-shirt was lying discarded on the floor near the door, and the redhead himself had clearly been snogging the bushy-haired witch, who was still sat on the teachers' desk. Thankfully, Ron was the only one whose clothes had been mislaid, which Harry was immensely grateful for. Otherwise he would have had to put a memory charm on himself. Ew.

'I could hear you halfway down the hallway,' Harry said, as the redhead picked his t-shirt up off the stone floor, his ears burning red. 'Don't you usually use a silencing charm?'

'We got a bit carried away,' Ron mumbled, as he pulled the cloth over his head. 'We were talking about how we never got to do romantic stuff at school, and one thing led to another…'

'We're very sorry, Harry,' Hermione said, smoothing her jumper out as she climbed off the desk, and trying to not look flustered, despite her glowing face.

'It's no big deal. Why did you both want to meet me anyway? You said something about big news…'

Their faces still red, Ron and Hermione stuck out their left hands. Shining on their third fingers were a pair of rings.

'You're engaged?!' Harry exclaimed, his mouth widening into a massive smile. He threw his arms around them both. 'Congratulations!'

'Thank you!' Hermione smiled, giving Ron an uncharacteristically-soppy look out of the corner of her eye. 'Ron proposed; he said I did it last time, so he wanted to have a turn.'

'This is brilliant! I'm so happy for you both!'

Ron and Hermione beamed at him. He had never seen them look so contented for virtually the entire time he had known them. There was nervousness in the eyes, but mixed with hope, wonder and joy for what the future would bring. Harry supposed that -after a decade of mutual pining- their romantic relationship felt like a miracle. Their "first" engagement had been rather peculiar, after all. But it was Ron and Hermione. "Peculiar" was sort-of their thing.

'Have you thought about when you're going to have the wedding?'

'We thought next summer might be a nice idea,' Hermione said, linking her arm round Ron's back. 'That way, we won't have to worry about the weather.'

'Good plan,' said Harry, 'how many people have you told?'

Ron and Hermione shared a look.

'Actually, mate,' Ron said, clapping Harry on the shoulder. 'We wanted you to be the first to know.'

'M-me?'

Ron and Hermione both nodded.

'You're our best friend, Harry,' Hermione said, smiling. 'You've been with this through thick and thin. We're a trio, aren't we? Always have been. That's not going to change just because Ron and I are getting married.'

'Exactly,' Ron said, 'And… well, Harry…would you like to be my best man?'

Harry felt his throat close up as he processed this. He couldn't speak for a moment due to the sheer wealth of emotion he was feeling. He'd always felt a little like a third wheel around his two best friends since they'd become a couple, but he knew that he meant a lot to both of them. They were his closest friends, as close as family. Sure, they were in a relationship, but he hadn't been shut out like he had initially feared. And now they wanted him to be a part of their wedding…

'T-that sounds amazing,' Harry said, tears welling up in his eyes. 'I'd be honoured.'

'Awww, mate…'

Ron's long arms pulled Harry into a deep hug, enveloping him in the signature Weasley scent. Harry could feel Hermione patting him softly on the shoulder.

The three of them stayed like that for a while. Harry had never been especially good with physical displays of affection, but -since he had first met Ron and Hermione- he had gradually come around to the idea. And Ron did give great hugs, after all.

'GET A MOVE ON, LAZY!'

They all jumped. Harry pulled out the pocket-watch from his robes (from which the voice had bellowed) and groaned.

'Damn it! I've got a class in ten minutes!'

'Oh, well, no big deal,' Ron said, shrugging. 'It's your job, after all. We'll just be on our way home.'

'Actually….'

'What?'

Harry let out an exasperated sigh.

'Okay, you did not hear this from me, but this classroom isn't due to be used for another hour.'

Ron and Hermione exchanged confused looks.

'So?'

'So feel free to continue whatever you were getting up to.'

There was a shocked gasp from his two friends, as their faces began to burn and grow flustered once again.

'What are you?⸺'

'Just make sure you clean up once you're done, okay?' Harry said, walking towards the door. 'I don't want a repeat of what happened on the kitchen table last summer.'

Hermione threw an ink bottle at Harry's head, which sailed past him and hit the wall. Harry gave his two friends one last grin, and closed the door behind him.

That was funny. After all, it wasn't as if Ron and Hermione were that excited towards each other⸺

''Mione…'

There was the sound of clothes hitting the stone flooring.

'Oh, god… Ron…'

Casting a silencing charm on the door he had just exited, Harry groaned, and began to walk down the corridor towards his office. Despite the charm, he could still hear the muffled sounds of… merlin knew what that Ron and Hermione were indulging in.

Maybe Harry should suggest to Ginny about getting a place together next summer.

-The End-