Yes, unlike most of the fandom, I don't hate Ron. And yes, once again unlike most of the fandom, I enjoy their friendship.
If you feel the same, please proceed with reading this drabble :)
Best Friends
"Harry... mate..."
The youngest out of the trio looked up from the stuff he was sorting into his new room, not quite looking at Ron as he did. He couldn't. Not after everything that happened and all the people that had died because of him. He heard the redhead sigh as he crouched down beside him, clearly intent on helping him out with the unpacking.
"Ron... you don't need to. It's fine."
"It's not fine!" he burst out. "You are not fine! You've been this way since the war ended..."
"... did Hermione put you up for this?" Harry questioned, bored. His friend looked insulted as he crossed his arms before playfully smiling as he bumped his fist into Harry's shoulder gently.
"No." Ron stated. "I wanted to talk to you on my own free will. Believe it or not, it does happen from time-to-time..."
The other wondered if he wanted to bring up the whole debacle with the Mirror of Erised back in their first year and found himself surprised when he didn't. The ginger chuckled at his friend's baffled expression and spoke.
"Believe it or not, I matured... now, come on! Let's put this stuff away and head to George's!" he stopped before speaking seriously. "He would never forgive me if I didn't take you there for you to try out his new product... he said it would blow your mind."
"I bet." Harry had to dryly chuckle at that as they began to work faster on what little stuff remained. If George could move on and still laugh, if Ron could mature and remain his friend despite what happened then he could be strong for all of them.
After all, Hogwarts wasn't built in a day. And neither was his concious, now slowly but surely healing.
Thank you for reading! :)