Ok, This is VERY short but I didn't originally write this to post it but I thought I might as well! Please no comments about how short it is, I know.
Harry entered the common room knew so well. It seemed a life time ago they were sitting on the arm chairs playing wizard chess and rolling their eyes at Hermione telling them to do their homework. So much had happened it seemed unbelievable that it was only just over a year ago that they were normal students. After everything they been through, he felt much older than he was.
Ron and Hermione were sitting silently on the couch when he arrived, staring into the blazing fire. He couldn't help but smile, after all this time, after everything that they had done, at the end of the day they where still with him. If someone had told him when he was 11 that in seven years time the boy with dirt on his nose and the bushy haired know-it all would always be by his side, he would've called them crazy. He wished he could say something to them, one word that would tell them how much they meant to him but there would never be a word good enough.
He walked over and settled beside Ron and Hermione. They didn't so much as flinch, they were too lost in their own thoughts. He couldn't blame them. Voldemort was dead. They had done it. So why did he feel so empty?
"What do we do now?" Ron sighed.
Harry opened his mouth to reply but he couldn't find the words. What do they do now? They had spend most of their life's constantly being in danger. Always trying to find out the next way to save the the world. Were they supposed to lead a normal life now? Have normal jobs? Worry about paying the bills? It just didn't seem right.
Then silently Hermione took his and Ron's hand and continued to stare into the fire. He knew then what the awnser to Ron's question was. Sitting hand in hand with his two best friends was all he would ever need.
What do they do now? They live.