AN: This is the last chapter. sniff> I may do a follow up if I get enough requests for it, but for now here it is. The End.
Harry and Hermione were allowed out of the hospital wing the next day, but Madam Pomfrey insisted on keeping Ron in for another night. Harry and Hermione had to attend lessons but they visited at break and lunch and then spent the evening filling Ron in on all the homework they'd been given. If it weren't for the fact that at ten to nine Madam Pomfrey came and ushered them out the pair probably would've spent the night there.
"You pair really are made for each other," Hermione commented quietly as they wandered back to Gryffindor tower.
"Thanks," Harry grinned, going slightly pink around the ears.
They climbed through the portrait hole and crossed the common room heading for the dorms.
"The one thing I don't get is how Blaise managed to get into the Gryffindor tower." Harry said, pausing in the stair way to the boys dorm.
"He didn't." Hermione said. "I heard Madam Pomfrey and Professor Dumbledore talking about it. Blaise flew up to the tower on a broom and hexed Ron through the window."
"Sheesh, I know he was mad, but why'd he go to all that trouble?" He said shaking his head.
"Harry, if it'd been the other way round and you thought that by kidnapping Draco, Ron would go out with you, would you have done it?" Hermione asked carefully.
"No," Harry replied.
"Well obviously. Because you're not stupid." Hermione smiled. "But you'd do anything to protect Ron wouldn't you?"
Harry nodded, understanding what Hermione was trying to say.
That night Harry slept well. He hadn't had a nights sleep that good in months, not since he'd found out about the prophecy anyway.
The next day was a Saturday so when Ron was finally released from the hospital wing ("That woman is worse than my mother!"), they took what they had left of their homework outside.
"Hermione! We've just been through a major trauma!" Ron moaned as they settled themselves under the tree by the lakes edge.
"You'll under go another trauma if your Mum finds out you've failed your exams!" Hermione replied, unpacking her books. "Besides, work hard and I might not tell that lot that you were unconscious when we rescued you."
Hermione was nodding slightly at a group of giggling girls that had taken to following Ron around. They were convinced he'd been captured by at least three people and had fought them off single handed, which, surprisingly, Ron had neglected to tell them was wrong. Harry was also pretty sure that they were the same group of girls that had followed Ron when he'd been used in the second task of the Triwizard tournament.
"Don't Hermione," Ron said, turning red as he glanced at the girls who were all waving at him and blowing kisses.
"Why?" Hermione smiled. "It's not like any of them have got a chance of going out with you. Even if you weren't going out with someone you're still gay."
"Thanks, you don't need to remind everyone," Harry said quickly as another group of Ravenclaws passed by.
"Sorry," Hermione replied.
"Besides, that's not the point!" Ron continued, looking over his potions homework. "It wouldn't be nice to destroy their dreams."
Harry grinned and Hermione just shook her head.
"Admit it, you just like the attention!" Harry said, nudging Ron in the ribs.
"Do not." Ron replied, his ears going red.
"Ron, when you can say that without turning red, I will believe you," Harry said grinning still wider as Hermione laughed.
"I'm glad you're on my side," Ron said sarcastically.
"Oh, Ron, you know I'm on your side." Harry replied. "I always will be."
"Might be nice if you showed it once in a while," Ron muttered resentfully. Harry took Ron's hand sighing.
"You're such hard work, you know that?" He said, as Ron smiled innocently.
"Hello, Harry," said a voice from behind them. Harry almost jumped out of his skin as he stood up and let go off Ron. Ginny smiled at the pair.
"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," She said sheepishly. "Just came to tell you that Dumbledore wants a word in his office. With all three of you."
Harry took several deep breaths, trying to slow down his racing heart.
"Right," he muttered. "Thanks Ginny."
The three of them packed up their homework and walked up the lawn towards the castle. Harry wondered what Dumbledore wanted to say. Hopefully it would be something to do with Zabini's exclusion.
They reached the Gargoyle in front of Dumbeldore's office.
"Fizzing Whizzbee!" Harry said quietly in case anyone was around to hear. The Gargoyle jumped aside and they slowly climbed the moving staircase. Once they were all up Harry knocked. There was a moment's pause before Dumbledore answered.
"Enter," They stepped hesitantly into the room and approached the headmaster who was sat at his desk, riffling through some paper. Fawkes, who had been singing softly, looked up when they entered and spotting Harry, swooped over to land on his shoulder. He reached a hand up and stroked the phoenix feathers gently as all three of them walked up to Dumbledore's desk.
"Mister Zabini is currently receiving counselling." Dumbledore began solemnly. "It appears he was under a lot of stress due to revision and bullying. It appears that somehow the school found out about his questionable sexuality."
Hermione instantly turned pink and shuffled her feet awkwardly. Harry and Ron glanced at each other.
"That… that was my fault professor…" Hermione said. "Draco Malfoy was threatening Harry and Ron, so I told him that I knew he and Blaise were dating in secret, but someone must have overheard me. I swear I didn't tell anyone else."
"I believe you Miss Granger," Dumbledore said calmly. "The other thing I wish to discuss is why exactly Mister Zabini decided to take his anger out on Mister Weasly and Mister Potter."
Both Harry and Ron went red, unable to look at each other, or Professor Dumbledore.
"I know, of course, about your relationship status from the note," Dumbledore continued calmly. "And I also guessed from the chat we had the other day Harry. Now, since it is none of my business, I think I should ask only one question of you."
Harry and Ron still both red looked up.
"Have you told Mister and Misses Weasley?" He asked.
Both boys shook their head.
"Good, then I still have time to give you one piece of advice," Dumbledore said ignoring their uncomfortable silence. "Do not hold anything back. Be honest and they are more likely to accept you quickly, rather than go into shock."
Ron nodded and Harry gave him a quick smile, still stroking Fawkes gently.
"You may go," Dumbledore said smiling. The three of them smiled back and Fawkes flew off Harry's shoulder back o his perch. Oh and Harry-"
Harry paused and looked back.
"Try not to worry about Voldemort too much." Dumbledore said gently his blue eyes twinkling. Harry nodded.
Later that evening the trio were sat at dinner when Hermione noticed how quiet the boys were.
"What's wrong?" She asked them quietly.
"How am I going to tell my parents Hermione?" Ron asked miserably, picking at his food with his fork in his left hand. Hermione knew he was eating that way because his other hand was holding Harry's.
"They'll be fine with it," Hermione assured him.
"But what if they're not?" Ron moaned.
"Well they can hardly stop you seeing each other," Hemrione reasoned. "Besides, Harry's like a son to them."
Ron nodded, but still looked slightly depressed. Harry squeezed his hand reassuringly.
When they were in the Gryffindor common room later that evening and had finished their homework the Golden Trio looked around bored.
"Maybe, we should go to bed," Harry suggested throwing Ron a meaningful look. Ron saw it and yawned.
"Yeah, I am a bit tired actually," He said standing up. "You don't mind us leaving do you Hermione?"
"If you want to be up there alone you only have to say," Hermione replied not looking up from the work she was looking over for the boys. Harry grinned.
"Thanks Hermione," Ron muttered, grabbing Harry's hand and leading him up to the dormitory.
Once they were alone both boys began to relax. The stares in the common room had not only made them feel uncomfortable but people kept whispering when they knew Harry or Ron could hear.
Harry wandered over to the window and looked out over the dark grounds, resting his forehead on the cool glass. He could see smoke rising from the chimney on Hagrid's hut and all the lights were on.
"Your parents won't mind Ron," he said quietly gently rubbing Ron's bandaged wrist.
"I know," Ron muttered in reply. "Doesn't stop it being a hard thing to do. I'm scared of what they'll say, I mean if Fred and George get wind of us then we'll never hear the end of it!"
Harry chuckled softly.
"I know something that'll make you feel better." He said grinning mischievously.
"Yeah?" Ron asked.
Hermione worked late into the night and just before she went to bed she gathered up the homework she'd been helping the boys with and headed for the stairs. She crept up them carefully so as not to wake anybody.
Neville was snoring softly and Seamus and Dean were hanging precariously off their beds in odd positions. She wandered over to Harry's bed to leave his homework and was met by something that she found unbelievably sweet.
Harry and Ron were in Harry's bed, asleep in each other's arms. Both were wearing pyjama's several inches too short for them, but they looked so peaceful and happy together. Smiling Hermione put the homework down ad headed back towards the stairs.
"Night boys," She whispered, pausing for a second in the doorway, before heading down.