A/N: For BrambleRose4, who inspired this. I don't own HP. Friendship only, no slash. On a sidenote – in HBP movieverse, the Burrow burned down… let's pretend like it was never fixed? Not yet, anyways…
A great day for swimming.
Months after the end of the second war, Harry and Ron had lived together. Temporarily placed in an apartment building. A nice place, it was, a lobby included. It was a place to stay for those that had lost their homes during the war, thus most Weasleys lived there. But Harry and Ron had opted for one apartment, thinking the other could be used for someone that needed it. Percy and Charlie had done the same, Charlie choosing to help rebuild the wizarding world before returning to his beloved dragons.
They shared a room with two bunk beds, keeping the extra one for Hermione when she visited.
Harry fell out of bed, a nightmare having ravished his dreams again. He glared at the tangled bedding before unraveling the knot and freeing himself.
He made his way over to the fridge – odd how they had it in a magical building and it worked… it caught Harry off guard when he realized it was being run by magic.
There was no food in the fridge, and he was hungry. He sighed – Ron ate him out of house and home. Again.
Harry returned to their room, went over to his closet and started to rummage through his closet. He didn't care if he woke Ron (unaware that said person was already awake) – the bastard deserved to be awoken, for all the trouble he's caused Harry. Harry pulled on a pair of jeans, a shirt and was about to put on socks when Ron entered the room. Still in his boxer shorts.
"Where were you?" Harry demanded as Ron crossed the room to his bed.
"Um… Hermione?" He answered stupidly. "She arrived this morning." He started delving in his own closet. A few seconds later he found what he wanted and allowed a delighted shriek to exit his mouth.
"Oh…"
Ron spotted the sock in Harry's hand. "Where are you going?" He asked, pulling down his boxers.
"To the store."
"Not in this weather you're not."
Harry frowned. "But, Ron, it's nice out…"
"Exactly." Ron grinned, pulling up his swimming trunks.