Bring Back The Sun

03. Just Like Old Times

I remember feeling low

And I remember losing hope

And I remember all the feelings

And the day they stopped

We are we are all innocent

Ron and Harry were sitting on Ron's bed, side by side, dangling their legs over the edge and not talking. It was weird, for Harry, to be in Ron's presence and be silent. Of course, they had had their moments when they were angry and wouldn't talk…but this was different. This was Ron not knowing what to say to Harry, and Harry not wanting to initiate any talk that might lead to Sirius.

Harry knew one subject that would be safe. "Are you and Luna dating?" He felt a smile tugging at his lips, but knew that if Ron thought he was trying to take the mickey out of him, he'd refuse to talk at all.

"No," Ron answered quickly, shaking his head as the red in his ears deepened.

"She likes you," Harry commented lightly, looking at all the posters around Ron's room. He loved this room, mostly because he wasn't allowed to besmirch his own room at home, and loved the fact that Ron could do whatever he pleased. Within reason, of course.

"Yeah. Well." Ron laughed a hallow laugh, "Yeah."

Harry sensed a closing of this subject so he quickly switched gears, "What happened to Ginny?"

"What do you mean?" Ron asked, finally looking him in the eye.

"She's…I dunno. Older."

"People get older, Harry," Ron laughed.

Harry shrugged, "Is she still dating Dean?"

Ron raised an eyebrow, a smile quirking his lips, "Why? Are you interested? I mean, I did tell her to pick someone better than that other miscreant she'd found herself with, but…you?"

"What's wrong with me?" Harry wondered, feeling slightly abashed.

"Nothing," Ron assured him quickly, "It's just that, well, she used to fancy you quite a bit, right? Now the tables have turned?"

"You've spent too much time with Hermione," Harry replied, laughing and standing up from the bed. "Heard from Percy?"

"No. He's steering clear, still. Probably can't face us after he chose the losing side. So do you like Ginny?"

"Of course I like her, she's your sister."

"Do you LIKE like her?"

"Are we twelve again?" Harry retorted, his voice harsh. "I want nothing more to do with girls. You know how things went with Cho."

"Cho was different, Harry, and you know it."

"Yeah, she only wanted to talk about Cedric and have a good cry."

Ron decided not to comment, he seemed to want to avoid fighting at all costs so he stood up and crossed to the closed door, "How about going to greet Neville?"

"Why's Neville coming?" Harry asked, then regretted it because he knew he sounded angry about it.

Ron gave him a look that plainly told him to stop being stupid, "He's our friend. Plus, he and Hermione have been…conversing over the summer. I think he fancies her."

"I know he fancies her. But does she fancy him?"

"Why are we twelve year old girls all of a sudden? What's gotten into us?"

"We're food deprived," Harry said, sniffing what he soon realized was Mrs. Weasley's welcoming feast for him, and possibly for Neville as well.

"I hope that's it," Ron sighed, opening the door. "I'd hate for this to be permanent."

"If Luna stays away, I'm sure it won't be."

"I'm going to hit you very soon, Potter."

"You sound like Malfoy."

"Oh, shut up."

Harry was glad of one thing, that was for sure; things with Ron were finally getting back to normal.