(he was goi ihe iheir wedding bands. forever, forever, forever, a ra to repe the soft promise of until the very end that had been ringing inside his bones for months.)
“then i guess we’re stuk with him.” ron’s mouth twithed into a smile whehrown into drao’s arms and he spun her arou fres out, the two of them doublih ughter. “ing rid of him now.”
“guess so.”
“that’s alright,” and it’s that, the ta ron is giving just with one asual shrug of his shoulder, that makes harry think he is dht thi of all of them ron always seems to khey are heading towards something that he an handle. “he’s growing on me.”
& effet, harry thinks, but doesn’t say, beause really, he’d already said enough.