This is short & sweet, I wrote it in like five minutes. I hope you like it, though. :)
Ron spends more time in Hermione's humble little flat than he does his own house.
It's nice there, always smelling like hazelnut coffee and leather-bound books.
It's always clean, too. The counters are spotless and there's never a dirty dish in the sink. He grimaces as he remembers all the dishes that will be piled up in the sink when he returns to his own home later.
Even more of a reason to stay, in his opinion.
Sometimes he'll sneak into her flat in the early rays of daylight to watch her sleep, light brown hair in a frizzy hallow around her heart-shaped face, tiny breaths of air escaping her lips in peaceful little sighs.
Merlin, is she beautiful.
Not that Ron would ever admit it to anyone, but the reason he's always at Hermione's flat instead of his own, it's because he just loves her so much.
