Ron Weasley aparated outside the muggle apartment block in the middle of London. In one hand he had a bunch of tulips and in the other a wand. He hadn't seen Hermione in two years but he was sure that she would be waiting for him. She always did. Even through the Lavender incident in their sixth year. That's what he loved about Hermione. She was always so dependable. She had been so sad when he said that he would be touring Europe for the next two years with the rest of the Chudley Cannons. He had kissed her goodbye and she had smiled at him.
Ron was sure that when he arrived at her apartment she would probably be waiting with a nice smile and some caring words. She would probably whip up some dinner to. He was famished. Hermione would say that he was always hungry before loving stroking his face. She was so predictable. Although he cared for her, he was not sure that he completely loved her. He had no intentions of falling in love any time soon either. Of course if he did fall in love with Hermione then he would be the happiest man in the world. She would take good care of him. Hermione was a lot like his mother in that aspect.
The war had just finished and he had just been signed to the Cannons. He couldn't just not go. Ron had waited a month for Ginny's wedding but had left the day after. He remembered how happy Ginny and Harry had been at their wedding. It was unfair of course, that Ron and Hermione only had a month together before he had left her again. But she was Hermione. She would always be there. After all, who else would she be with? Who would want her? In the end he was doing her a favour.
She didn't need to know about Claire or Janice. Janice. She was beautiful. Hermione was nothing compared to her. He wasn't even sure how long he would stick with Hermione anyway. He would only stick around till someone better came along. But Hermione would never need to know that. He would play along. After all she was great. But he was famous. He loved the spotlight. He still had Kathleen's number. When the fire with Hermione fizzled out he would call her. Hermione was very homely. She was very conservative and dressed a bit like his great aunt Jesse. She was pretty but never beautiful.
She was the perfect family material. He just didn't want that yet. He would stick around for a few months before hitting the high life again. When he was done with that, Hermione would still be there. He was sure of it. He walked up the stairs towards Hermione's floor. Hers was the first door on the left.
Ron knocked three times as he looked around at his surroundings. The walls were bear and a cool white like what you would find in a hospital. It was fairly late. Around eleven at night. She was probably sleeping. Hermione had always gone to bed early. She was an early riser. The door opened and a cranky looking old lady opened the door. She was wearing a fluffy pink dressing gown and her hair was up in curlers. 'What do you want boy', she said looking up at Ron through six inch glasses. 'This is no time to go knocking on peoples doors.'
Ron was taken aback. 'Uhh, I am very sorry. I was looking for the previous tenant. Hermione Granger. I am a friend of hers.' The old lady peered up at him. 'Hermione? She lives at this address now.' The old lady pulled out a piece of parchment from her robe and flung it at Ron. He caught it just as she slammed the door in his face. 'Thank you.' He stuttered. According to the address, Hermione lived in one of the most expensive Wizarding apartments in England. This was not what he was expecting. Thinking hard of the address in his hands he spun on his heel and disappeared.