Epilogue
Students of Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang milled around the courtyard. Goodbyes rang through the crowd as people promised to stay in touch and meet up. Harry and Draco stood by a wall, watching as Hermione glared at the two boys standing closely a little ways away from them.
Krum and Ron were engaged in deep conversation, with the Bulgarian gesturing enthusiastically at the red head. Ron had a hint of a blush spreading across his face and reaching up to his ears and down to his neck. He shifted awkwardly, clearly embarrassed at the topic of their conversation.
Ron nodded and Krum smiled brilliantly. It was the first time he had seen the man smile so broadly, Harry thought idly. Krum walked away jauntily, but not before quickly placing a light kiss on Ron's cheek, making the poor boy burst into flames.
As Ron walked over to them in a daze, Hermione huffed and crossed her eyes. Harry and Draco watched in amusement as she gritted her teeth. "Of course he's bi. Of course he gets the hot Quidditch player." She grumbled.
"I thought this was all about strengthening international relations." Harry teased. She scowled at him and snuffed primly. "Of course it was. But he was also nice to look at." She mumbled afterwards. Draco laughed lightly while Harry laughed with no restraint.
Ron finally reached their small group. Harry grinned at him slyly, taking way too much joy out of teasing his friends. "How did that go?" Ron stared at him utterly out of it. "He…we're meeting up over summer. He said…..Quidditch practice…." He trailed off slowly.
Draco laughed at his plight. Ron scowled and punched him in the arm as revenge, promptly getting Hermione on his case for using violence. Draco chimed in every now and again, obviously playing the victim as he so loved to do.
Harry chuckled as he watched his favourite people playfully argue. The sun warmed his face and he felt more at peace in that moment than he had in the entirety of the past three months.
Despite the looming fear and danger the Dark Lord presented, in that moment, Harry was certain that they would find a way to defeat him. He watched Draco ruffle Ron's hair childishly as the Weasley scowled at him ruefully, Hermione still ranting about unnecessary violence.
As long as he had his family, he could face Voldemort. And take him down.