For the third night in a row Harry found himself sitting on Ron's doorstep at an hour well past midnight. He didn't knock, he never did. Usually just after he arrived Ron would come out and sit down next to him almost as if expecting him, though Harry never told him he was coming. Sometimes, they talked, usually they didn't, sitting in silence, taking comfort in each other's presence.

Today Ron came out as usual, sitting down next to Harry, but then he broke his pattern and placed an arm around Harry's shoulders, pulling him closer.

"Another fight?" Ron asked quietly. Harry said nothing.

"What was it about this time?"

"Nothing, everything," Harry said quietly, resting his head against Ron's shoulder.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"What's there to talk about?" She screamed and yelled at me, unearthing my every fault and throwing them all in my face."

"She's probably just on her period."

"You said that last week."

"Maybe it's an extra long one?" Harry gave Ron a look. Ron just grinned. Harry couldn't help but give him a small smile in return.

"It's a wonder Hermione can stand you," Harry said, turning his head to face away from Ron.

"Oh… yeah… her…" Ron's smile quickly slid off his face. But Harry had already turned away and didn't see.

"How is she anyway?"

"Pregnant."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Well, congratulations," Harry said quietly, sitting up and pulling away from Ron.

"Yeah."

"I should go," Harry said abruptly. He stood up, shoving his hands in his pockets he began to walk away.

And Ron let him go, quietly whispering after his retreating shape, "it's not mine."