This one's short, it's just a little filler :)

The walk through the hills was less pleasant on his return than it had been setting out. He barely stopped to admire the Fawcett's flamboyant flower displays in their front garden. His was filled with thoughts of a certain svelte blond. What was the emotion he was feeling right now? Harry settled for confusion. He was confused. He was extremely confused right now. This wasn't Hogwarts anymore. Those feelings he had had in his 6th year, those melancholy unrequited feelings, they could not return. He wouldn't let them. He was a straight man who possessed no desire for male ex-Death Eaters.

He was Harry Potter after all. He was the one they looked up to. Ever since he was 11 he had tried his hardest to convince others that he was not perfect. No one ever seemed to grasp the fact that there was only one thing he was really around for and that defeating Voldemort. Having lived out this destiny, he felt quite worthless, even Dumbledore had said that he was meant to be dead by now. He didn't want to be dead, that wasn't the point, but anything would be better than this meaningless, floating existence he had begun to have.

He never spoke to Ginny about any of this, of course, and he hadn't wanted to ruin Ron and Hermione's married bliss with any of his problems. Maybe he was just lonely or something, maybe he needed to get over himself. Harry just couldn't shake the feeling that Draco was the only person he wanted to confide in and he had confided in him in the past. Could it be that Draco Malfoy actually wanted to listen to his problems? No. It's wishful thinking, Harry thought to himself. Besides, Draco I aren't even friends. Just because we aren't enemies anymore doesn't mean I should go around being his friend. But the image of Draco's face in the sunshine stuck in his mind all day.

Perhaps he thought that the night shift at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries would take his mind off things but the night was extremely uneventful. One of the Scamander children had shot fallen off their toy broom, and his brother had attempted to help him by performing a charm which had opened what used to be a small cut into a 5 inch wide wound. He repaired the boy quickly enough, and sat with Luna, who was still wrestling with the boy's twin brother, Lysander. Harry briefly wondered if the boy suffered some wizard form of ADHD as his cousin Dudley had, but thought was dismissed immediately when Luna said "So, tell us about you and Draco then?"

"I…" Harry stuttered.

"Oh come on!" Luna laughed at him "I saw your conversation outside the nursery this morning; you weren't talking about the weather."

As usual, Luna stung Harry's ears with her piercing truth.

"As a matter of fact," he said in his defense "We were only talking about the Ministry."

"What about the Ministry?" asked Luna.

Harry could've cursed out loud in the middle of the children's ward.

"Well… he works for LGBTW now." Luna looked discouragingly unsurprised.

"Look Ginny is your friend, Luna so I don't see why you would go around suggesting this stuff."

"The thing is Harry, I think that I like Ginny more than you do. I think a lot of people do."

"Well you haven't tried living with her have you?" Harry was angry with himself. He shouldn't really say that should he?

"Look," said Luna "All I want for you Harry is to be happy. You deserve it after everything you've done."

"I'm engaged Luna. I'm sorry; none of it's your fault."

She nodded meekly. "Come and pick James up next Wednesday okay? Ginny will love you for it."

And for some reason, Harry took a mental note that this is what he was going to do.

When Harry returned home early the next morning, almost asleep on his feet from medicating children and fighting to keep Draco thoughts at bay all night, James was having his nap and Ginny was lying on the bed looking, well, very pregnant. He lay down next to her and took her hand out of habit.

"How's Hermione?" he asked.

"Happy," Ginny replied "but she still can't track down her parents. It's getting her down a bit I think, but she'd never admit that."

"Did you remember to tell them I'm going there tomorrow?"

"Yes." She answered briskly, "Look Harry are you not going to ask how I am, I am pregnant you know."

God, thought harry, as if women weren't bad enough I get blessed with pregnant women.

He smiled sweetly "Of course! How are you?"

"I'm fine, thank you for asking."

Harry detected sarcasm in her voice, but he wasn't in the mood for conversation. He rolled away from her and went to sleep with a frown on his face.