A conversation between Ron and Harry about their wives. I do not own Harry Potter! I hope you like it! :)
He sat in the Three Broomsticks, sipping a large butterbeer and staring off into space. It was a cold evening, December 31st, New Year's Eve. People were bustling around the streets, buying last minute noise makers, food, and other party supplies. Few people were in the small shop, just lone, cloaked beings sitting alone at tables or the bar, like him. The bell over the door chimed, and a cloaked, snow covered figure walked in. "One large firewiskey please." The figure lowered their hood, revealing a wild mane of long, fiery red hair. "Ron?" he says. The figure turned. "Harry!" He walked over, firewhiskey in hand. He slid into the booth in front of him. "How are you mate? What are you doing here? I thought you'd be getting ready for your party tonight." "Well, I was, but Hermione and I had a fight." Harry nodded, smiling grimly. "What about?" He took a swig of his drink. "She's all stressed out about the party tonight, with the food, and the decorations, and I went to the store to pick up some things, she's making all this food she liked from Muggle parties and I brought home the wrong type of cooking oil or whatever and she blew up. She's just been so frazzeled all day with everything and something like that set her off. I left for a while so she could blow off some steam. How bout you mate?" Harry ran his finger over the rim of his glass. "Ginny and I were trying to decide where to send the kids, because we couldn't bring them to your place, your parents are in Romania, and George and Angelia are in Paris. So I suggested Luna and Neville's, but she said how it would be to short notice and since they aren't usually the ones to watch them it'd be asking too much." "Yea, she gets like that sometimes…" Ron said. "Why are women so difficult to deal with?" The both took long swigs of their drinks, pondering. "Well, I guess Ginny was right..." Harry starts, "It would be asking a lot of Neville and Luna on short notice, and we don't know if they are going anywhere, so maybe I was in the fault on that one." Ron nodded. "Yea, and Hermione did specifically ask for one type of cooking oil, and I really wasn't paying attention. But I've never shopped in a Muggle grocery store! I guess I should have listened the first time…" He trailed off. "Yea…." The both said in unison. They sat in silence for a few minutes, finishing their drinks, thinking everything over. Finally, Ron stood up. "You done mate?" Harry nodded. They dropped their tips on the table. As the exited, Ron started off in the other direction, and turned to face Harry. "Well, I don't know about you mate, but I'm going to go tell my wife I love her." He smiled. Harry smiled back, "That sounds like a brilliant idea." They shook hands, and said, "See ya later mate." and headed off their separate ways. All was well.