Harry had a slightly nervous expression on his face while he had waited for Ron to open the door. Just because he thought age didn't matter didn't mean that Ron did, and there had been a slight lowering of his stomach-okay, more than slight but he was fourteen stuff such as that and hurt feelings weren't talked much about-when he noticed the shocked look on Ron's face. A feeling that was dashed as quickly as it'd come with his own grin that he returned towards his best friend, one that widened as he took Ron. A fond sort of chuckle released through Harry's lips and he did as he was told, entering the apartment and inspecting the rather impressive pile of sweets and other junk. A bunch of stuff he had never heard of, might have been only American but a lot of the other stuff were things Dudley had liked to taunt him with over never having before stuffing his face with them.
Harry of course went of the chocolate, taking a bar of Hershey's and a bag of M & M's. Eyeing the M & M's and their multi-colors as if he expected them to start dancing or proclaiming their different flavors Harry opened the bag and popped one in his mouth had a strange feeling of pleasure and disappointment when he discovered it was chocolate and peanuts. Not Bernie's Botts but still very, very good. Though he did wonder what was the point of the odd colours. Twisting the bag closed, he placed the rest in his pocket. All for enjoying the Hershey's. He'd lucked out and once had a semi-stale bar when he was nine which Ms. Figg had given him. Even that had been extremely delightful.
He happily munched on the bar, as he waited for his best mate, leaning at the wall, as he wondered if Ron had spent all his hundred on junk and wondering if he could get away with doing that. Doubtful. Somehow he was pretty sure Remus would notice and have him save most of his money. For what? Who knew.