Ron's POV

"Why the bloody hell does he want to see us?" Ron asked taking a bite of a Muggle treat Hermione had given him. They were currently sitting on Hermione's bedroom floor eating a series of candies Hermione was making him eat and reading a letter from St. Mungo's.

"No idea." Hermione groaned, putting the letter down and flopping on her bed.

He stared at her resting her eyes. She was so beautiful. Ron yawned and stretched his arms knocking them on the dresser in the process. Hermione's bedroom was a little bigger than his own but it was jammed with furniture. There was a bed on the far left side of the room jammed against the wall and her desk/bookshelf were located right across from it and the dresser was fitted just between the wall and closet and it was so close to the door that every time it opened it banged against the dresser.

"How did you manage to find the smallest flat in all of Europe?" He yawned and took another bite of the candy.

"Its not that bad," she said sitting up and rolling her eyes at him, "and it's really all that I can afford in London."

He looked at the walls. They were a light cream color and she had nothing on them. Looking around her bedroom Ron noticed Hermione barely had any personal items at all besides a photograph of her, Ron, Ginny, and Harry at a Muggle attraction in France. Hermione insisted that she wanted to go there when they were planning a trip after the Battle of Hogwarts. So he took Hermione and Harry took Ginny. Both couples were smiling, waving, and kissing.

"I don't understand why you live in a Muggle neighborhood." He continuing to look at the happy moving photograph.

"I have nowhere to stay!" She exclaimed.

"Yes of course you do." He looked back at her.

"What? Do you mean at the burrow?" She scoffed.

Ouch. What was wrong with the burrow? It was a little weird to still be living at home maybe but he hadn't needed any reason to move out until now. He obviously had a hurt look on his face because Hermione got back down on the ground and cuddled up next to him. He loved it when she did that.

"You know I didn't mean it like that Ron." She said apologetically, "but where would I stay? With Ginny? I'm sure I would get pretty annoying after a while."

"No of course not!" He laughed wrapping his arm around her.

"What then? With you?"

"Why not?"

"Because…" she slipped away from him awkwardly. "We've only been dating for a year…"

He couldn't believe she had just said that. After all they'd been through it seemed like it had been more than a year. Sure, it didn't start off that way but he thought he had been flirting with her since his third year at Hogwarts… He might have been mistaken. "But I love you." He said dumbly.

There was a pregnant pause. "I love you too." She said almost like she had to think about it. "But I'm not ready for that. We're not ready for that." She said her face turning scarlet and making weird hand motions between them.

Hermione obviously thought living together in the same room meant having sex, and maybe it did. But Ron felt like he had been ready for "that" with Hermione all his life. He didn't say that though. Instead he put up the wall he always put up when he felt hurt.

"I'm gonna go now." He muttered while getting up and wiped the dust off his trousers.

"Ron…" She almost whispered grabbing his hand.

Merlin his heart always melted when she touched him, or when her face was sad like it was now. But he felt hotheaded and heartbroken so he hardened his face and dropped her hand.

She lowered her head despairingly as he walked out the bedroom door.

Ron leaned against a countertop in his best friend's kitchen later that afternoon.

"Why would he want to see us?" Harry Potter asked after Ron told him about the letter.

"I have no clue." He shrugged looking around Harry's unfurnished apartment. He didn't understand why Harry hadn't put furniture in here. He was loaded. "I'm saving for later." Harry had told him. "I've set aside a certain amount of money I'm allowed to spend and right now and all of it is going into becoming an Auror. The apartment was just thrown in because I work here." Here being "Broomsitx" the broomstick store in Diagon Alley. There was a second floor to the store but it was decided that it would be an apartment for the manager. Harry was the new manager.

"What did Hermione say?" Harry asked curiously snapping him out of his thoughts.

Hermione. His heart ached as he heard her name. Ron hated fighting with her. They fought often but this was their first fight where they hadn't reconciled right after. He took a little too long to answer that she didn't say anything more.

"Is everything okay with you two?" He asked sipping his bottle of butterbeer that Ron had picked up for him.

"Yeah, yeah. Why wouldn't it be?" Ron typically dropped all his relationship bombs or just normal bombs on Harry but this one he didn't feel like talking about just yet.

"I dunno, you've just been weird today," he hoisted himself up so he was facing Ron sitting in the counter space across from him, "like daydreaming and getting weird every time I say Hermione's name."

There was a pause. Ron didn't know what to say. He put down his drink and shifted his position so he was standing upright.

"There! You're doing it again! Your whole face drops and you just look… melancholy!"

"You used a big word." Ron clapped sarcastically.

"Don't change the subject! Harry almost yelled.

"Don't yell" Ron pointed out.

"Sorry" he muttered, "you know how I get."

Mhm Ron grunted in agreement.

"Do you really wanna know?" He asked looking up almost embarrassed

"Is that a question?" Harry raised his eyebrows.

Ron told him about Hermione and there sexual tension and everything.

"Wow" Harry was now laying down across the counter with his feet on the portable oven.

"Yeah…" Ron sighed.

"I dunno if I can help you mate. I mean I've never exactly had that problem."

It took Ron a minute to realize the context of that statement. "Never talk to me about that again." He said in a cold voice. He meant it, that was disgusting.

"Huh?" Harry raised his head and looked at him.

"I never want to hear about your sexual encounters with my sister EVER again. Ever."

Harry started to laugh hysterically falling off the countertop.

Ron however was just infuriated by the thought and not even Harry's tumble off a 4ft object could comfort him now. His temper was raging even at the midst of Harry's roaring guffaws.

"Oh shut it would you?" Ron uttered, incredibly annoyed.

Harry did not shut it. Harry continued to laugh and eventually Ron forgot why he was laughing so hard. So he succumbed at the urge to smile at Harry's contagious laughter and chuckled along with him.

This was a happy chapter in a dark fanfic. I plan on dragging this out so I can create a good plot! Please review! I don't mind constructive criticism and it makes me so happy when I get reviews!

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-Rosie xox