A/N: Hiiiiii! ::waves:: Sorry for the absence. Sometimes inspiration escapes me, other times real life gets in the way. If you're still reading, thank you! If you review, thank youˆ39409823! This is so not 100 words, I think that rule has been thrown out the window. lol. I've been away from Harry for a while, but this was a scene that was playing out in my head that I would have liked to have seen. Just Harry and Ron, hanging out...and H/G is very present of course. =) Hopefully, this didn't come out too girly. As always, everything belongs to the lovely JKR. Oh, and this totally un-betaed, so you know, excuse me any mistakes.
"You look tired," commented Harry as he and Ron took a seat opposite each other in a booth at the Leaky Cauldron. They had tall glasses of butterbeer in front of them, ready to be enjoyed.
"Maybe 'cause I am," grumbled Ron, taking a sip. "Hermione had me buying her an ice cream sundae with every imaginable topping on it. At 2:30 in the morning. Do you know where you can get a huge sundae like the one she wanted at 2:30 a.m.? Nowhere! That's where!"
Harry tried, and failed, to contain his laughter.
"I'm sorry to hear that," he said, though it was clear from his smile that he was not sorry at all.
"I swear, this pregnancy of hers is going to kill me."
Harry thought that Hermione would have more than a few choice words for him, if she heard him say that.
"Ginny once asked me for ice cream in the middle of the night, too."
Ron glared at him. "I don't think a cone compares with a bloody sundae."
"What did you do?" Harry chuckled.
"I begged on my knees outside of Florean's ice cream place," recounted Ron with a huff. "I begged until the old man took pity on me and handed me a sundae with everything Hermione wanted."
Harry burst out laughing.
"You're supposed to be sympathizing with me," said Ron, indignantly. "Not laughing at me."
"Oh, I sympathize with you, mate," Harry responded and this time, his grin had nothing to do with Ron's ridicule. "I reckon I'll be going on ice cream runs again very soon."
It took Ron a moment to figure out what Harry was implying, and when he did he nearly chocked on the butterbeer he was drinking.
"What - are you - ?"
"Blimey!" said Ron, with wide eyes that matched his equally wide smile. "Another baby! Good job!"
"Good job?" snorted Harry, his eyes bright with the thought of Ginny. "Not a lot of effort required for it."
"Alright, let's not ruin the happiness with disgusting images, yeah?" Ron grimaced and put down his now empty glass.
"You're the one who said 'good job' like I had just won a Quidditch match or something."
"Oh, you know what I meant!" said Ron. "I was just surprised, that's all."
The sat there looking at each other for a moment with matching grins, until Ron spoke again.
"You happy?" he asked, in a quieter voice.
Harry thought of the nights when they doubted if the food they had would get them through another day and that feeling of never being quite rested because there was always danger to look out for. He thought of their aguish over not knowing how their loved ones were doing, of the lonely nights he spent looking at Ginny's dot on the Marauder's Map, of Hermione's screams of pain at Bellatrix's hand and Ron's desperation. He thought of the friends and family they lost and the ache they left in every one of their hearts, an ache that would never completely fade.
But then he looked around him and saw the bustle of witches and wizards coming and going into the Leaky Cauldron. And he knew outside the sun was shinning and the sky was clear for the dozens of parents buying school supplies for their children's return to Hogwarts. And he thought of his baby boy James and his beautiful Ginny, visiting the Burrow, and of Hermione, out shopping with Luna. He thought of how the pain and the loss and the suffering will never be erased or forgotten, but that being able to sit there with his dear childhood friend, drinking a delicious butterbeer, made it all worth it in the end. He couldn't ask for anything more out of life.
"Happier than I ever thought I'd be," he answered with a small smile. Ron nodded and looked down at his empty glass. When he looked up again and their eyes met, Harry knew that they were both thinking the same thing: there was a point in their lives when they thought they would never see each other again.
"Me too," Ron said, with his own quirk of the lips. Then, as if deeming the situation entirely too serious for his liking, he added, "I think that in honor Hermione's current and Ginny's future cravings and our eternal devotion to them, however slave-like we may feel sometimes, we should award ourselves with a Sundae each."
Harry chuckled and finished his own drink. "I think that's an excellent idea."
They waved at Hannah Abbot (soon to be Longbottom), who was assisting customers behind the counter and headed to the back to enter Diagon Alley.
They were bathed in sunlight as soon as they stepped into the crowded street. It was a truly beautiful day.