Date: Fri, 1 Jul 2005 01:01:41 -0700 (PDT)

AN: I was listening to, the Red Hot Chili Peppers' Greatest Hits.

Revival From Despair-Part 11-News of Ron.

Late November:

Hermione kneeling before the fireplace in herself and Harry's flat, speaking to Ron.

"You've actually gotten Harry "I bottle everything up" Potter to talk about what happened?"

"Yes, for the seventh time, Ron."

"Wow, good work!"

"Thanks," she grinned, "When are you coming back to Britain for your vacation?"

"First two weeks of December."

"Can't wait. Where are you going to stay?"

"I don't know."

"You can stay here."

"Excellent and I thought you'd never offer, I didn't want to spend two weeks at the Burrow with Dad bugging me about not being home for Christmas."

"Where will you be for Christmas?"

Ron blushed to the roots of his hair, "I'm going to Sweden to spend the holidays with my girlfriend and her family."

"Wow, is it serious, Ron?"

He nodded.

"How did she end up in Luxembourg, if she's Swedish?"

"She's a chaser on Bigonville, brilliant one she is too!"

"Okay, cool. So it's settled, your staying here, then?"

"Yes Hermione, it's settled," Ron smiled.

"Excellent, I'll tell Harry when he gets hime."

"Alright, I'll talk to you later then, bye Hermione, love you."

"Love you too, Ron. Bye."

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Now, I was listening to: The Barenaked Ladies album, Stunt.

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The door to the apartment was unlocked and opened admist Ron and Hermione saying their 'Good bye's.'

Harry entered and collapsed into the nearest chair.

Hermione got up from the fireplace and approached Harry, "Bad day?"

"Like you wouldn't believe, but, it's over now and I'm HOME!"

Hermione lauged, "Would you prefer if I cooked tonight?"

"Please and I'll make it up to you.. I know it was my night.."

He was cut off, "Harry, it doesn't matter, there's somedays where you cook on my supposed night as well, don't feel bad, and I know you can figure out the perfect way to make it up to me," and she winked, which caused him to grin...

"Oh, most defintiely."

"Excellent," she smiled, "So till tonight?"

"Of course," and he sauntered over to greet her with a kiss, which turned into a snog session, untill the pot full of water and noodles started to boil over.


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As they sat on their couch eating dinner, Harry asked, "So what did Ron want or say?"

"Oh, he's coming home the first two weeks of December and I said he could stay here."

"Cool... but Hermione... how are we going to tell him?"

"Harry, relax, it'll all go fine. He'll probably be a bit suspicious after being told to sleep in my former room, but he didn't tell us everything either."

"What didn't he tell us?"

"He has a girlfriend and is going to meet her family over Christmas."

"Really! That's great, did he say anything about her?"

"She's Swedish and a Chaser for the bombers."

"So she saves his arse on the Quidditch pitch, excellent."

Hermione laughed, "And that's all we know."