A/N - I don't own Harry Potter ... but I wish I did ... : (

After a few minutes of watching Hermione attempting to get the purple goo off of her face, the boys could no longer take the erratic spasms of laughter, and had to leave the common room.

Harry was feeling much better than before, and was glad that Ron was always there to take his mind of things.

Together, as Harry and Ron climbed through the portrait hole, to their great surprise, the Fat Lady decided to stop them and have a chat.

'My dear boys ... ' The Fat Lady sniffed, wiping a single tear away. 'My dear, dear boys ...'

Harry looked to Ron with an eyebrow raised quite high, and Ron returned the expression.

'Er - yes?' answered Harry. He wasn't too sure what to say to her, after all, Harry was never that great at comforting girls who would spontaneously burst into a fit of water works.

The Fat Lady stopped crying, and gave one last stifled sniff.

' ... That's all, good day to you.' She took a sip of her wine and became still.

'Mental ... ' Ron muttered to Harry as they walked away, down the corridor. 'Say Harry?'

'Yeah?'

'I - I wanted to say something to you.'

Harry stopped dead in the hallway leading the moving stairs. Ron sounded serious, but hesitant.

'Well, go on. What is it?' Harry asked.

'You - you know - ' Ron seemed to have trouble getting the words out. 'You know that you are - '

'OI, HARRY!' A voice called from behind.

Harry and Ron turned to find Seamus standing a few feet behind them, holding a long, scarlet and yellow robe.

'Harry! Harry you forgot to get your graduation gown from Professor McGonagall!' Seamus panted. It seemed that had indeed chased after Harry and Ron to catch up. 'Here you go,' He smiled.

'Cheers, Seamus,' Harry smiled back, and took the gown graciously. Seamus winked, and then headed off to the common room.

Harry drew his attention back to Ron, who was looking incredibly sheepish.

'Sorry - what were you saying?' said Harry.

'What? Oh! Oh ... no, it's nothing ... forgot ... ' said Ron out of the side of his mouth.

Harry knew perfectly well that Ron didn't forget, but he decided not to pursue.

'Let's hurry on to breakfast.' Harry wanted badly to say 'Our last breakfast at Hogwarts,' but wasn't sure if he'd be able to get the words out.

Teachers were already beginning to decorate the Great Hall for the graduation that would be taking place that very night. In fact, all that was on people's minds in the Great Hall was graduation. Neville in particular was thoroughly excited.

'Never thought I'd make it, Harry, never,' said Neville as they sat together at Gryffindor table. Neville was quite impressed with himself, and to Harry, it was quite the breath of fresh air, seeing is that Neville was hardly ever proud of himself. 'Boy, Harry, even the Fat Lady stopped me at the portrait hole. Didn't say much though, just "Dear boy, my dear boy",' Neville tried to imitate the Fat Lady's voice. 'Very sad, she was - could barely get the words out.'

Harry and Ron laughed together silently away from Neville.

After they had their fill of great Hogwarts food, Harry and Ron set off for the Quidditch Pitch, for one last round.

'Alright then, Quiddich Captain,' Harry yelled to Ron from across the pitch, after hopping onto his Firebolt, 'have you still got it in you?'

Even from afar, Harry could tell Ron's ears had become right pink.

'Well, they sure didn't make me captain because I'm DAMN HOT,' Ron yelled back, swerving towards the three hoops on his Cleansweep.

'Hot in the ears,' Harry mumbled to himself, and they began their one on one game of Quidditch.

As the two boys roared on with their delightful, and fulfilling game, the afternoon passed quicker than any other had. Twelve o-clock past to one, and two to three, and soon, after four hours of hard core Quidditch playing, they decided to give in.

'Harry,' Ron breathed hard, wiping his sweaty hair away, heading for the castle, 'that must have been the longest game of Quidditch I have ever played.'

'Was totally worth it, though,' Harry smiled at Ron, and together, they entered the castle, feeling better and refreshed than ever before.

As the boys came to the marble staircase, they noticed how things were becoming tense. All the 7th year students were either crying to hard, laughing to hard, or not saying anything at all. They even caught a glimpse of Justin Finch-Fletchley and Susan Bones hugging each other tightly near the doors to the Great Hall. After everything that had happened with Voldemort, they became very close friends.

On the moving staircases, Harry saw Padma Patil with a herd of her friends around her; she was crying very hard of course, and yet, Harry didn't need to know why, for he perfectly knew why Padma was so upset. Even Ron showed eyes of sympathy towards Padma, perhaps even he felt bad for her, after all, he did ditch her at the Yule Ball three years ago.

Upon reaching the corridor to their common room, Harry and Ron spotted something far more amusing than any Quidditch game; there was their house-elf friend Dobby, in the middle of the corridor, head down, completely balling his large beady eyes out. But that was not the funny thing, the funny thing about it all was that Dobby was wearing on him, every single piece of clothing that Harry and Ron had ever gave to him.

Ron and Harry looked at each other grinning, and then decided to speak.

'Er - Dobby?' Harry asked.

Dobby looked up to Harry and Ron, and beamed brighter than ever.

Harry Potter, sir, sir and my dear Weezy ...' Dobby sniffed, 'How sir, how will Dobby ever repay you for your kindness to him?'

'Dobby ...' said Ron softly.

'I is ... I is going to miss you sirs ... I is ... I is ... OH!' Dobby broke out into loud gasping sobs.

Harry looked from Dobby's face to Ron's, and then back again. Without a second thought, he walked right over to the crying elf, lifted his small clothed body up from the ground, and pulled him into a tight hug. This perhaps, was what made Dobby cry even harder, and grasp Harry's collar to cry on it.

Harry then turned to Ron with an exasperated look for help. So then Ron walked over to Harry, tapped Dobby on the shoulder, which caused Dobby to leap from Harry to Ron in a split second.

As Harry watched Dobby and Ron share an embrace, he smiled slightly at this. Never before would Ron or Harry ever do this, let alone two 17 year old boys.

Than came another loud shriek that Harry and Ron knew all to well. Before Ron could even grasp what was happening, a very large amount of bushy hair was surrounding him and Dobby. It seems that Hermione had just came out of the portrait hole, saw Ron hugging Dobby, and just had to join in.

'Dobby!' Hermione sobbed. 'Oh Ron!'

It was the funniest thing Harry had ever seen. There was Ron, holding onto Dobby, and Hermione (who still had a slight purple stain on her face) holding onto him from behind. He could have laughed at this, but also, decided to join in.

Togther, the trio and Dobby stood there in a many armed hug. This was a feeling that Harry had been longing to feel; the warmth of friends around him. He didn't quite know what the night was going to bring, but he was sure, and very happy, that he would be sharing it with the only people who had stuck it out for him through good and bad.

A/N

Hi there, everyone. Sorry for being stupid and forgetting to put one of these on the last chapter. Just so you know, I will be continuing on with a few more chapters for this story, and hopefully we will finally get to see the trio graduate! Thanks to those who commented!

3 Jessi