After having been unceremoniously tossed out of Harry's house, Ron turned on the spot and disapparated straight to the apartment he shared with Hermione. "He had me tossed out 'Mione. Me! His best friend. Tossed out of my ears like a common bum," railed Ron at his un-amused fiancée.
"Well, what did you expect Ronald? He's been cooped up in Grimmauld place for months now. No one has visited him, and he hasn't been allowed to leave," replied Hermione, giving Ron a glare that should have lit his eyebrows on fire. "I don't care if the Minister thinks he's safer there. Anyone would go starkers stuck in one building by themselves with one old house elf for company."
"But Hermione, it was decided by all of the Aurors and Minister Slughorn that Harry would be safer at Grimmauld, out of the light of the media and remaining Death Eaters."
"Ronald, what did you expect Harry to do while he is there BY HIMSELF?! You get bored in less than 5 minutes unless you are working on a case, talking about the Cannons, badmouthing Malfoy, or some combination thereof. Harry has already catalogued the Black Library, moved that annoying painting of Sirius's Aunt Walburga, and banished the house elf heads off the wall. What else is he supposed to do while there?" Hermione retorted, going back to reading her book.
"Well, he could work on rebuilding that mouldering old ruin." Ron began, looking at his fiancée oddly.
"Ronald Bilius Weasley, YOU and your department, as you are head of the Auror Department, make it nearly impossible for Harry to do anything to that place. He isn't allowed to owl order anything; you won't let Hedwig out at all. All of his mail is first sent to the Ministry, where it is then gone through for harmful objects and curses, and then only sent when you think it's important that Harry see it. No one knows it's there; it's been un-plottable since the day it was built. In the Muggle world, number 12 Grimmauld Place, has never and will never exist. You cannot deliver supplies to a place that doesn't exist. What else is he supposed to do? Work on his magic? He's read through the entire Library there, but he can't do anything practical as ANY use of magic calls your department there so fast his head spins. Dobby barely visits anymore from Hogwarts, you show up not more than a minute after he does and proceed to question him into stupidity as to why he is there, what he will be doing there, how long he plans on staying, if he brought anything with him, and all sorts of questions Minister Slughorn and YOU think necessary. You've driven off his friends with this behavior. You know I don't like three-fourths of what Minister Slughorn has done while he's been in office, it's why I didn't take the position in the Department of Mysteries, and I wouldn't have been able to work for him without hexing him into some semblance of jelly." Hermione continues, exasperated at Ron.
Ron begins to look like he wants to sink into his chair, through said object, through the floor of the apartment, and straight into a dark, deep hole in the ground. Never has his Hermione gone off on him like this, not even while they were attending Hogwarts and he hadn't finished his parchment for class.
"Ronald, are you even listening to me? I don't know why I even put up with you some days," Hermione's voice cuts through his musings. He looks up, she is holding a fluttering blue paper bird that just appeared in their living room, and she has changed into her Healer's robes. "Good, you sit and think for a while about Harry's situation and why most of it is YOUR fault. I won't be back tonight; I've been called in to work." With that Hermione stalks out of the apartment, and into the alley where she Disapparates straight to St Mungo's.
A/N: I know, its not much, but I thought it would be fun to write Ron's reaction to being tossed out of his friends house. And for the paranoid people, yes Dobby was visiting Harry that day.