Part Five - Best Mate's Point of View

Ron had been ”sooo surpriiiised” when Harry finally had been able to gather enough courage to tell him. The idea of how his friend would react when he told him that he was infact in love with Severus, was mindblowing. But Ron seemed nothing but happy, and ofcourse, as he said, he had seen it for some time.
Hermione was a harder nut to crack. She smiled franticly for two weeks, and constantly showed up red-eyed for meals. She was obviously disturbed. She couldn’t finish a scentence in a conversation with him, without sobbing, and turning her head away to blink. However, after a while she sat him down and told him she was only scared to loose him. Scared that things wouldn’t be okay between them, and that as long as he promised to still be Harry, she'll be ok. And he promised.
And she was ok. Naturally a bit amazed at Harrys taste in men, older as he was and everything, but she seemed ok. She hadn’t asked too many questions in the beginning, other than how it had all started, and how it felt being in love with a man, dreaded by ALL their students.
He and Severus had decided not to tell anyone but the closest, until end of term. After the students had left for summerholiday, the rest of the staff could know. Obviously, Minerva knew. (Harry could have sworn, that the picture of Dumbledore on her desk, that was there ”to remind her of exellent headmastership” had been sneaking around, seen them, and told her.) Ron and Hermione obviously knew, and poor Neville, who had run into them (trying to hide behind a statue) had been so scared, that he accused Severus of trying to kill Harry, and they had to tell. He had almost started crying, as Severus, had smiled when he spoke. After that day, Neville changed rapidly.

A year after ”that night”, Ron had tried telling Harry about the years before Hermione, and Severus. Harry had listened to his friend, nodding friendly when he had told him he'd been in love with him for years. Until that night in the dungeons.

Ron had ran into Snape by accident after he had jinxed the alarm-clock, and figured something was going on. After all, he had been on his way out of the hallway where the co-proffessors lived. He had secretly borrowed Harrys cloak to keep himself from beeing seen, and when he heard Harry beeing woken up, he had followed him silently. He had seen Snape whan the door to the dungeon-classroom was swung open only moments before Harry leaned into it, and right before the door had closed behind Harry, he had slipped inside.
Most of all he had been worried Snape would do something to Harry. But the moment he'd slipped in trough the door, and seen the professor, he realized there was nothing to be scared of.
This was it. Finally Harrys love was to be returned. There had been no action, only a sweet and gentle kiss. And in that very moment, Ron had decided. He wasn't gay for anyone, he was gay for Harry or noone. At least that was how it had to be.