Ron observed the two of them. They were both so comfortable around each other – that had never stopped to amaze Ron. He been awkward around Hermione for as long as he could remember. Perhaps that’s why he thought he was in love with her. But war put in perspective how truly different they were. Their difference wasn’t necessarily bad, but didn’t amalgamate to complement each other either. In fact too often they brought out the worst in each other. Romantically speaking. But Harry and Hermione always got each other in a different level. They trusted each other, there were never any secrets and they knew they could always rely on each other for anything. The war had shown them that. At times like this, Ron did feel like an outsider. When he was dating Hermione, he wasn’t jealous of Harry as a guy, but as a friend. Harry and Hermione’s friendship was so different, so unique that he felt left out of it. Ron knew now it wasn’t there fault. They both grew up in Muggle households, they both saw magic from a different perspective. In fact Ron was coming to understand that while it was true that opposites attract, it was the similarities that held people together. He and Hermione never had enough things in common.