A/N: Oh hai there. I've missed you. :) I've been having a rough time trying to stay on track in school... which explains why I haven't updated until now. But, you know, you guys don't care about school! You want to know what's happening with Harry and Ron~ :D

As promised, Ron's in this... and I'm pretty happy with it... I think.

I think this might be the end of the series... But I guess it really depends on you guys and my own creativity. Either way, I hope you enjoy it. I'll stop talking now!

Disclaimer: I still don't own anything related to Harry Potter... except a few t-shirts and a Ron Weasley wand I got a WWoHP!

If Harry was perfectly honest, he could not for the life of him recall what happened in that next hour after Hermione had dashed out of the coffee shop.

His head was so full with confessions and questions that he didn't remember leaving the shop nor buying the groceries at the market. All he knew was that somehow his feet had managed to bring him back to his flat without his conscious knowledge.

Taking a breath, he unlocked the door and walked into his living room. After a quick glance around the room, he decided that Ron probably hadn't woken up yet.

He was a bit relieved by the fact that his best mate was still asleep. In all that time since Hermione's shocking confession and all the time he spent pondering what would happen, he still hadn't decided if he would tell Ron.

Walking into his kitchen, he began to put up his groceries. As he did so, he asked himself one thing - something he usually asked himself when in a moral dilemma - What would Ron do?

It wasn't always the best to do as Ron would as his best friend had a temper that could rival a Hungarian Horntail sometimes, but Harry couldn't help it. Obviously Ron made mistakes sometimes, but it was generally because he was emotional. Emotions ran strong in the Weasley family... and, having came from a family where emotions other than resentment were few and far between, Harry appreciated that more than he could ever find words to express.

'He'd probably have told Hermione to bugger off and called that git Draco all manner of derogatory terms,' thought Harry as he placed the milk in his fridge. 'Then he might've eaten Hermione's scone just for good measure...'

As he continued his mental debate, he moved about the kitchen putting things up and taking them down to begin breakfast. All the while, he was completely oblivious that Ron had woken and was leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed, watching him with a smile.

After several long moments, Harry finally nodded his head decisively. "I'm going to tell him," he said aloud.

Ron continued to grin as he moved away from the door to stand behind Harry. Once he was just inches behind him, he placed his hands on his mate's hips and kissed the side of his neck.

"Tell me what?" he breathed lowly.

Harry was startled by the sudden touch, but at the sound of Ron's voice, he relaxed noticeably. "That you're a git for sleeping so late," Harry returned easily.

The ginger chuckled and kissed Harry's neck once more before moving to lean on the counter next to where Harry was working on throwing together something that looked like it might be edible at some point in the near future.

"Are you keeping secrets from me, Harry?" he asked, his blue eyes watching Harry's every movement.

It took a moment of staring at his hands for Harry to make a decision regarding his course of action.

Sighing, he turned to look at Ron. "I ran into Hermione today," he admitted.

Ron shifted where he was standing. "Yeah?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah. She, um, she's moving."

"I figured she might," Ron replied, looking from Harry down to his bare feet. "Did she say where to?"

Again, Harry paused. "Not exactly..." He shifted his weight as well, uncomfortable with what he was about to do. He had never enjoyed betraying secrets; he was like his dad in that regard.

"She told me something pretty surprising though..."

Blue eyes met green. "About me?"

"Sort-of, but more so about her," Harry said, reaching a hand up to scratch the back of his head. "She, er, she doesn't seem all that broken up about you leaving..."

'That's good, Harry,' he thought. 'Ease into it...'

"I didn't expect her to be," the Weasley boy replied. "After all, she's been having an affair for the past few months."

At that, Harry's emerald eyes flew open and his jaw went slack. Ron... knew?

Harry's reaction made Ron chuckle.

"What?" he asked, his lips curved into a grin. "You thought I didn't know? For Godric's sake, I'm an Auror. You both must think I'm absolute rubbish at my job. Really boosts my confidence to know you guys have so much faith in me."

To his credit, the ebony haired man quickly recovered. "You know that's not what I thought."

Still, Ron continued to smile.

"Did you know -" Harry began, but Ron cut him off. "Malfoy."

Harry wasn't sure how many more surprises he could handle. His best mate professes his love, his other best mate confesses to an affair - with Draco of all people, and now he finds out that Ron knew all along... His mind handled Voldemort's malicious thoughts, but he didn't know if it could handle all this...

"And you didn't say anything?"

Ron shook his head. "Didn't matter to me. I mean, I was going mental trying to think of ways to seduce you, wasn't I? I didn't care if she was sleeping with him."

His head was swimming...

"So, wait, why didn't you tell her? I mean, she feels pretty guilty about the entire thing..."

"And I didn't feel guilty? I was engaged to her for months. I loved her... and every night the only way I could get off was to think of you. I think she had it fairly easy. Especially now that she knows my secret," Ron countered. "Look, it's not an issue for me. I'm happy if she's happy... I guess. I still think he's a greasy git, but Harry, it doesn't matter to me who she's shagged... It only matters that I'm the one shagging you."

Harry's cheeks flushed a light pink at that. "So you don't care if Hermione shags all your brothers?"

"I don't care if Hermione shags all my brothers or Ginny," the ginger replied, moving to wrap his arms around Harry.

"Just so long as I'm the one in your bed at night?" Harry continued.

Ron nodded. "Just so long as you're the one in my bed at night..."

"And if I felt the same...?"

His best mate's smile turned into a wry grin. "Then we might have to skip breakfast so I can take you back in our bedroom and have my way with you..."

Harry grinned. "Ron, I absolutely feel the same."

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