A/N: I am not sure if you guys will see it as much as I do but there is a huge writing difference now. Sorry about that. I started writing this so many years ago so you can see the difference I think. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy the chapter. Hopefully you won't be to thrown off with the difference in writing and still enjoy it.

Hermione helped Ron inside and laid him down on the couch to rest for the rest of the night. It hadn't been a long day in particular other than their date but for someone who was injured it wasn't very easy at all. Carefully she pulled a cover over him and kissed his forehead gently, knowing he wasn't going to sleep even if she asked. He watched her closely though as she cleaned up a little bit, seeing as Fred and George choose to make a mess after she'd left with Ron.

"'Mione," Ron said softly, watching her clean the living room around him. "Stop cleaning please. Just enjoy the rest of the night with me. You can clean tomorrow," he told her as he patted the couch near him.

"I can't Ron," she whispered, making a quick glance over at him for a few seconds. "I can't just leave the Burrow looking this way. Fred and George, I really want to get them now."

"I think it will be alright overnight 'Mione. The mess isn't going anywhere," Ron said, laughing gently as he gave her that Weasley smile. He knew it always got her every time. "We had a wonderful date tonight and I think we should just relax for the rest of the night. We can get Fred and George another day but not today."

"I know it isn't going anywhere but your parents will be coming home sooner or later. The house should be clean just in case they come home," she told him, cleaning up the living room still before walking into the kitchen. "I don't want them to come back and kick me out. I refuse to live with the twins and I refuse to go to Hogwarts. So keeping this place clean is the next best thing."

"My mum and dad love you 'Mione," he told her, trying to look into the kitchen to watch her though it was very hard. It was a time like this he really wished his leg wasn't broken. "I highly doubt they'll expect this place to be spotless. It won't make them think any differently of you."

"I don't doubt that. Your parents are very nice for letting me stay here, especially alone," she informed him as she cast a spell to wash the dishes and then started cleaning off the table which was a mess, as if the twins had a feast for dinner. "It is the least I can do."

"I think that this conversation is pointless, I have no way of winning," Ron said, laughing a little bit to joke with her.

"That isn't a bad thing," Hermione replied with a laugh. "Besides, your leg needs the rest in order to heal. So you can't be up and about all the time or to much. It will be okay Ron, I'll let you win in a little bit."

"So now all I have to do is sit in the living room and wait for you to finish," he muttered in complete disappointment. "That is no fun."

"I am sorry that it is no fun for you," she said laughing, looking out from the kitchen to look at Ron. "I think you can make it for a few minutes though. I am almost done. Though I am afraid to see what else was left a mess."

"Most likely their bed room," he told her, looking over at her. "But that is their problem, not yours. They are responsible for their own mess in their own room. Mum can't blame you for it."

"I'm afraid to go into their room honestly. I don't know what I'd find and I kind of plan to keep it that way," Hermione said, laughing gently as she went back into the kitchen and wiped down the counter tops near the sink. "So don't worry. As soon as I get this done, I should be fine."

"Then you can come join your wonderful boyfriend in the living room," Ron said, smiling brightly even though he knew there was no way that she could tell from inside the kitchen.

"I could," she replied as she put the rag she washed the table and counter with on the side of the sink then going into then walking into the living room. "Or I could go to bed."

"Awwww come on 'Mione. Just for a little while," he whispered, getting those puppy eyes though he wasn't all that good at it. If he was lucky it would be enough to get her to cave in.

"Okay Ron, only for a little though," she replied, not really giving in because she was going to anyways. She walked over to the couch and sat down next to Ron and curled up next to his warm body.

"'Mione, when do you think my leg will heal?" Ron asked softly, looking down at her. "I don't mind being here with you but what about Harry?"

"All I know is he seems to be doing fine alone for right now," she answered softly, closing her eyes as her head rested on his chest. "When your mum comes home, hopefully she'll know a way to heal it faster than I do. All I know about broken bones is they need to be wrapped up and you need to stay off them as much as possible. I think there are charms we could use but I don't know them."

"So sometime soon?"

"Yeah, most likely. Then you'll be back out there with Harry," she said softly then giving a small sigh. "If I could change that I would. But I really can't. As long as you promise to come back as soon as possible I'll be alright."

"Of course I will," he told her, stroking her hair gently as he held her close to him. "I promise you that I will and you'll know exactly when I'm in danger with that ring. Don't let anyone take it from you. Keep it with you at all times and you'll always know."

"I'll always know when you may be getting hurt. How am I supposed to know if you are okay?" Hermione asked, looking up at him from his chest.

"The ring will tell you," he replied simply then leaning down and kissing her gently. "Just trust me, alright 'Mione?"

"Alright," she whispered and then getting up from off the couch and kissing Ron gently. "We should get some rest. Tomorrow we can go do something and get you out of this house or something fun."

"Sounds like a good plan," he replied, laying back on the couch and watching as she covered him up with the blanket. "Are you sleeping down here tonight?"

"Of course. I'll be on my chair over there," she whispered, kissing him again then going over to the chair where she'd left her blanket and curling herself up in the chair. As she sat curled up in the chair, she watched as Ron dozed off before falling asleep herself.