A/N: Hellooooooo. So this is February and it was supposed to be posted, you know, in February... But it actually turns out to be perfect since I want to post a little something in celebration of imnotspeakingtoyou 's birthday tomorrow ! And this drabble is something I remember us talking about and so here is the finished product. It's very fluffy, doesn't involve any Shell Cottage of Malfoy Manor (can you believe it?!) and it also has some very very very light smut. It's not smut per se, but there's insinuation of adult things happening *winks winks* Anyway, happy birthday ! Hope you have a great day tomorrow and that you'll like this.


59. February

One day she realises that Ron basically lives with her.

They haven't officially moved in together, but he spends most night in her flat and slowly but surely some of his stuff has found its place her space.

Things like a toothbrush permanently staying in her bathroom, his favourite Chudley Cannons blanket on her couch, his clothes in her laundry, his favourite mug on the kitchen table... The more she looks around the more she sees bits of pieces of him everywhere she lays her eyes.

Instead of the wild panic she expected to experience when they reached that stage, she feels calm and happy. Grounded even.

She isn't sure he's aware of it though and she figures they ought to have a talk about it. Make it official somehow.

That night, she reveals in the sensation of his body against her. Her body's still buzzing with pleasure and they're both trying to catch their breaths when she speaks.

"Do you like your place?" She murmurs a little hoarsely.

"Um, yeah I guess. But I like staying with you better, it has its perks," Ron wiggles his eyebrows as his hands dance against her ribs. She shivers as a deep rush of affection and pleasure run through her. "Plus," he continues, serious all the sudden,"now Ginny is always around and as happy I am for Harry and her, I cannot be witness of it all the time." He almost stops there, but his eyes searches her face and seems to find something she's not telling. "Why do you ask?"

She's suddenly afraid to tell him she's noticed his stuff all around her flat.

"Well, it's just that, some of your things seems to have made their way permanently in my flat and I was wondering if it wouldn't be easier to move all your stuff here," she pauses holding her breath, "for good you know."

He looks at her, eyes slightly too bright and she isn't sure what to make of his expression. It's rare when she cannot read him these days.

Before she can second guess herself, he replies with a smile bigger than she's seen in a long time.

"Well, I guess most of my shit is here anyway…," he laughs, " is this your way of asking me to move in with you?"

"Is this your way of answering?" She huffs, "I guess most of my shit it here? Are you ser-"

He shuts her up with a kiss that makes her toes curl and her insides melt. When they're both breathless again, he tells her he loves her, his lips brushing against her collarbone. Her nails draw circles on his back as she feels him harden against her thigh.

This - them, intentionally living together - is going to be good.