Takes place about a year after Deathly Hallows and is just a little fun for our characters.

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Harry Potter, the boy who lived, returned to number twelve Grimswald Place after work to find his best mate, Ronald Weasely, sitting on his sofa and staring rather miserably at his shoes. Harry ran his hands through his messy black hair and took a deep breath.

"What have you done this time?"

Ron continued to stare at this shoes, but gave a half-hearted shrug.

"Who knows? One minute everything is fine, the next she is yelling at me for Merlin knows what."

Harry plopped himself down on the sofa, noting that Ron's ears were red as tomatoes, a sure sign that he was upset.

"What did she say?"

Ron shrugged again and shook his head.

"Something about how I never listen and—" he stopped "You know I have forgotten the rest really."

Harry let out a breath of exasperation.

"Well if you don't listen to Hermione how do you know what she is upset about?" he asked.

Ron snorted rather loudly and sputtered

"You know how she is—she just explodes and it's all like "Ronald why aren't you more caring, why don't you tell me you love me, how come you always leave your socks everywhere?" And to honest, after her voice goes screechy I stop listening. She could give my mum a run for her money. "

Harry rolled his eyes, making sure that Ron couldn't see him do so. Ron and Hermione were still, as ever, his best friends, but sometimes he wondered how their relationship could survive all they put it through. It seemed like there was a new argument every week and Harry was tired of being caught in the middle.

"I am going to have a cup of tea—would you like some?" he asked Ron.

Ron gave a spastic little jerk with his hand that indicated exactly what he thought of Harry's idea.

Harry sighed and got up to move to the kitchen. Usually he would have just called Kretcher to make the tea, but under the circumstances he felt that his time would best be spent away from Ron, so that he could avoid his sudden urge to strangle one of his best friends. He was just getting the kettle on when there was a loud pop and Ginny appeared, wearing a rather annoyed expression. Harry could only deduce that she was probably as irritated with Hermione and Ron's relationship at the moment as he was. She looked around and spotted him and immediately the annoyance melted off her face. Sweeping her long red hair behind her shoulders, she marched over and kissed Harry. Harry kissed her back enthusiastically, and made a face when she quickly pulled away.

Ginny laughed "Getting a little greedy are we?"

Harry leaned in again and she playfully pulled out of his grasp. She turned around to survey the room, and quickly stepped back into his arms.

"Is Ron here?" She asked.

Harry nodded "yeah in the front parlor, complaining about how Hermione is always yelling for no reason"

Ginny rolled her eyes "Hermione is at The Burrow, complaining about how Ron never listens to anything she says."

Harry pulled Ginny closer and leaned his forehead against hers.

"Does it ever seem that we spend more time sorting out their arguments than with each other?" He asked.

Ginny smiled and rubbed her nose against his.

"Who says I want to spend more time with you than I have too?" She teased impishly.

Harry frowned and quickly captured her lips with his, kissing her passionately. He pulled away abruptly and she groaned a little in disappointment.

"That tells me everything I needed to know." He laughed.

Ginny slapped him playfully and sighed.

"We need to do something about Ron and Hermione though—they are just being ridiculous—I have an idea though."

Harry smiled.

"Alright then, lets hear it then—right after this." He said as he leaned in to kiss Ginny again.