Privately, Harry thought there was no one better to head home with than his best friend, who simply took him out for the evening and proceeded to make sure they had a good time, despite Harry's recent moods. When he bumped back into Ron's hip, it was with all due affection.
"Ministry would have my head, but I was afraid I'd do something permanent to them." He looked up and around them for the first time since leaving the pub. "Are we home yet?"