His point of view:

It's been six days since our last fight. Six days since she stormed out of here last. My flat has never been messier. We've fought before, I mean, it wouldn't be us without a fight once or twice a week. It's been almost a week and she hasn't returned my letters, or floo fire calls. Maybe I made her more mad than usual, I'll admit that. She walked out of here six days ago with her last words being "I'll see you soon Ronald" and I knew she was mad, because she used my full name.

Her point of view:

He's tried floo calling me three times today, and sent me sixteen letters all saying he's sorry. Yes, I love him, but this is getting old. We fight all the time, and I'm usually the first to give in because he's just so darn cute! This time, he'll be the one to give in first. I don't think he's quite realized what he's done. I can't bring myself, to answer his floo calls and tell him how it is. I can't hurt him like that. It's been six days since I've stormed out of his flat, but six days hasn't been quite enough.