"He could be better," Harry said, quietly.
                              
"Yes, he could be. I still dream about him. Sometimes, I wish I had acted on it... but things need to work out the way that they did."
                              
Harry gave her a confused look. "What?"
                              
"Everything will get easier, Harry. It's just hard right now, okay?"
                              
"I know," he mumbled.
                              
Luna laughed, lightly, and took his hand. "Yes... just believe Draco needs you, Harry, cause you aren't out of the worst of it, yet."
                              
He raised an eyebrow. "Luna?"
                              
"Draco can't act on anything, you understand? He knows the consequences... and you do, too. He has to pretend... for you. So don't despair... he'll never reject you."
                              
Harry felt a chill going down his back. "What are you saying?"
                              
"Harry, have faith, okay, in Draco? These next two months will be rough for you, but there is light at the end of the tunnel. Just hang on."
                              
His eyes narrowed. Luna always spoke in riddles and he kind of figured he wasn't going to get a straight answer. He just nodded.
                              
"Now... can I invite Ron over?"
                              
Harry gave her a look. 
                              
"He wants to take you to work. He's already there, sweeping for spells."
                              
His eyes widened. "In my office?" he hoped.
                              
"Nope, the whole floor," she said.
                              
"Even Draco's room?"
                              
"Especially in his room," she said, with a smirk.
                              
Harry took a deep breath. Ron had made it seem like he had forgiven Draco for everything, and Harry believed him. But Draco... he wouldn't believe it, though. He had issues talking to Hermione.
                              
"He'll come if you call?" Harry asked. 
                              
"Yes," she said, simply.
                              
He nodded and spell himself clean. She raised her wand and shot a hare Patronus through the wall.
                              
"He should come, shortly. Harry... I'm sorry that you had to go through all that, again. I know how... traumatizing it was to go through it. But remember, we all love you."
                              
Harry turned and dropped his legs off the bed. He clasped his hands together. "Thanks, Luna."
                              
"Oh... I think I heard him. He had to Apparate outside the property line. I'll go let him in," she said and went toward the door.
                              
"Okay..." Harry mumbled, and a minute later, Ron, in his Auror robes, came bursting into the room. Luna did not come in with him.
                              
"Harry?! Thank bloody Merlin! Don't do that again to me, mate, please," Ron said, and knelt in front of him. "I'm sorry if I came on too strong, yesterday."
                              
Harry let him take his hand. Ron was trembling. He lowered his head. He had really made them worry. "I'm sorry...."
                              
"Don't be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for. I... I just..." Ron stopped, and his eyes filled with tears. "I can't lose you, okay? You're my brother... my kids' favorite uncle. I don't think that we'd ever get over it."
                              
Harry's eyes watered, and he looked at the floor. "I was just on a bender. I wasn't trying...."
                              
Ron's grip tightened. "I didn't know... I just thought... but I'm sorry if we pushed too hard."
                              
Harry shook his head. "I think that I was going to do that no matter what you said or did, Ron. It bloody well hurt."
                              
Ron squeezed his hand, again. He was again on his knees in front of him, doing everything he could to help and support him. Merlin, he couldn't have asked for a better brother. He leaned forward and hugged him, which Ron was glad to oblige.