They had finished bringing all of their stuff in the flat, it was a nice flat, the walls were blue, and the floor was hardwood, (Hermione loved the sound that you made when you walked on it.) The first thing you saw when you entered the flat was a short hallway that led to the living room, you could see the TV and the beige two-seat sofa there, behind a big window covered by a white curtain that let the perfect amount of sunlight run through. In front of the living room, there was a little kitchen, it hadn't walls that separate it with the living room, there were wooden but modern cupboards, and the classical fridge.

In the lateral wall there were three doors, two bedrooms and a loo, imagined Hermione.

"Home" said Hermione, because it was home, it felt like home. Ron walked to her side and said "home". Hermione turned to him and beamed, his eyes shining with joy. She's really beautiful when she smiles, he thought, and beamed too.

"So" said Ron, rather confused because of what he had thought, he had never thought of her in that way, but now that he had focused on her, she was so nice, she was short, and cuddly, she was sweetness in person, but he must had thought that because she was going to live with him, and, you know, he had to know her well, and everything... - silly excuses. "let's inaugurate it, come on!" he nudged her on the arm.

"Hey!" she complained, but she was too happy to care. "Yeah, let's do a cup of tea or something in our kitchen!" she smiled "Isn't it wonderful? Our kitchen, our living room, our flat!" she put her hands up and spun around herself smiling.

Ron laughed "Yeah, come on" and he went in the kitchen and made tea for both. Hermione sat on the couch and stared at him, he was so lovely, he kept sticking his tongue out while doing the tea. "How many sugar lumps would you like?" He looked at her, and she looked quickly at the ground, God, what would he thought if he saw her looking at him like a mad person, but, she truly was mad for him.

"Two, please" she replied and then Ron handed her the cup, and sat next to her on the sofa, too close, she thought, could she contain herself? "So, do you feel like going to celebrate that we have a new home at afternoon?" he asked.

"Oh, this is already the perfect celebration to me" she honestly said, "cheers" she said, tapping her mug with Ron's, and drinking in it, Ron drank too. "Anyways, today I have to Apparate in New York and broke up with Oliver so..."

"Oh" he stopped "do you want me to go with you?"

"Oh, it doesn't matter, it will be quick, you know, I think he isn't even going to care" said Hermione.

"Well" he said, putting her mug on the coffee table "remember that that idiot doesn't deserve you"

Oh, Ron, "Thanks" she simply said, but her eyes were wet, Oliver was going to hate her, she didn't care much but still, he had shared one year of his life with her, he was a little, little part of her life.

"Oh, Merlin, this was supposed to be happy! And we are getting way to emotional" he stood up and went to the music player, he tapped it with his wand and a song started playing, he grabbed her, pulled her out the sofa, and grabbed her by the waist, God, God, God, she thought, but she smiled and put a hand on his shoulder, after all, they had known each other so long, that it wasn't really awkward the 'body contact' if you want to call it this way.

They laughed, and spun and danced but not the correct way, they improvised, and they had a lot of fun. Hermione had to contain herself, because she had those red lips just too close and she wanted to move the bright red hair that got stuck in his eyes with her hand and then just stare at him, and start closing her eyes, and he would do the same, and then they would move closer, and so their lips, until they would touch eventually, oh, that would be perfect but, wake up Hermione!, God you have the same dreams as a 13-year-old girl, for Christ's sake.

In that evening she grabbed her bag and waved at Ron, who was putting all his things in the room, (If you need anything I'm here. Ok?) and left.

Author's note:

I know this chapter is rather boring, you know, it's just a "transition chapter" to describe the house and blah blah, don't worry, the fifth chapter is coming very soon!

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