Harry held on to Ron's solid warmth for an extra beat, shoring up his defenses for a long night of half-smiles and nodding. He wasn't planning on drinking, as he had been almost every other afternoon-evening, in order to keep a rein on his emotions. Snape would probably show his beaked face sometime that night, and Harry didn't want to forget himself and hex his longtime protector into a grease spot.
"She's right, I should stop and visit with her and Arthur more often. I had been hustling me and Leila out of there, but there was really no reason. I had time-"