All the fight had gone out of his friends, and now they were steadfastly avoiding his gaze, looking extremely guilty. Harry rolled his eyes. “My last point is this. You’ve known each other for seven years. Relationships are supposed to be about compromise, growth, and change. Neither one of you have shown that you are so enamored with the other that you’re willing to do any of those things for the sake of your friendship, much less anything else. So when are you going to stop trying to beat a dead hippogriff and give it up for a lost cause?”
He let the silence stretch out, before stretching himself. “I put a timing spell on your binds. You’ll be released, two minutes after I have left the room. Think–and speak–carefully before you leave this room. I’m exhausted, guys. This is our last year at Hogwarts. All I want is one normal school year–hell, one normal year period–to enjoy being a seventeen year old wizard. I’m hoping I can do that with you both at my side, like always. If you can’t get this whole thing between you resolved though, well, maybe you better think about spending some more time with Luna or Neville rather than with me. Otherwise, I’ll see you down at dinner.” He was gone, with one last pointed warning look.
Ron and Hermione waited out the two minutes in silence. When they were free, they slumped simultaneously against the wall, sliding down to near land on their rumps.
“Whoa!” Ron breathed, exhaling loudly. “I’ve never seen Harry that furious before–not even against Voldemort or Malfoy!”
“Me either,” Hermione said quietly, her gaze on the door. “I hadn’t realized that we were hurting him so much with our arguments.”
The redhead shrugged. “He’s right though. About all of it.”
She nodded absently, eyes still shadowed for a moment before shaking her head briskly and meeting his gaze for the first time. “Well, no need to dance around it anymore–you’re a terrible dancer, anyway.”
“Oi!” He protested laughingly. “Seriously though, Hermione, I’m sorry. You may want to put this in your pensieve, because it will likely never happen again, but I truly do apologize for all of our…drama over the years.”
She pretended to clutch her chest and fall back, landing sideways against his shoulder instead of the hard stone wall. “Ronald Weasley, apologizing to me, of his own free will? Oh, this will definitely go into my personal pensieve!” She erupted into giggles as he took advantage of her position to tickle her mercilessly, until they were both breathless and comfortably collapsed on the floor.
They lay in comfortable silence, letting their breaths even out.
“I’m sorry too.” Hermione murmured, sitting up to look at him seriously. “I think I was trying so hard to model myself after the only married female witch I know–your mum–that I actually became her. You didn’t need a mother, you needed a girlfriend.”
Ron shuddered. ” Urgh. Please don’t ever do that again. I hadn’t put it together until you made the comparison. If it wasn’t over before, it is now.” He teased. “Now I know how Harry felt whenever someone pointed out the similarities between Ginny and his mum and him and his dad while they were dating. YUCK!”
She snickered at his horrified expression, a sense of absolute mischief overtaking her. “It’s too exhausting being your mum anyway, what with all the kids she popped out, and the cooking and cleaning and other house witch tasks she has taken on. Where ever did your parents find time, after Bill and Charlie were born? Personally, I would’ve stopped after the twins–if they weren’t a sign that some things are no longer ‘blessings from Merlin’, then I don’t know what was. Yet here you are, and Ginny after you. Of course, your dad is a wizard, so all he had to do was pop in, get off, and pop out on his lunch hour–“