Ginny woke up and was at first startled at her surroundings, then realized she was in her new room. After resting for several more minutes, she put on her bathrobe and walked out of the door, but stopped suddenly. Hermione was in the kitchen, but so was Harry, Luna, and Ron. Embarrassed, Ginny turned around to change, but Ron stopped her.

"Oh, come off it, Ginny, half of us are family here, and Harry, Hermione, and Luna? They basically are family. Have a seat and get some breakfast." Ron scoffed.

Ginny, still feeling self concious, took a seat next to her brother.

"Alright," George said as he entered the apartment, still in his pajamas. "Who wants some waffles?"

"I do!" Ron replied.

"Okay, well, the mix is in the third cabinet to the left, and you better get cracking, because I'm hungry." George said.

"Did you hear that, Hermione? Third cabinet to the left. And get cracking, because we're hungry!" Ron told her, and Hermione scowled.

"Yes, I did hear that, Ronald, and it was incredibly rude. It also made me realize, that although you live across the hall, you're always coming to my apartment for food." Hermione said sharply.

"That just means you have the best food! You should take that as a compliment!" Ron objected.

"Listen, Ron." Hermione said sternly, meeting his gaze. "I am not your mother, I am not your aunt, I am not your wife, and I am not your girlfriend, so I feel no obligation to feeding you every day."

"Let me get this straight," Ron said slowly, "If I want food..."

"You should make it yourself." Hermione nodded.

"No, I should just ask you to marry me, and then you'd make me meals every day!" He said.

"If that's your idea of a proposal, then your pathetic." Hermione scoffed. "I pity the woman who marries you."

"Will somebody please make me some waffles!" George whined.

"Yes, Ron will be making them." Hermione ordered, and Ron looked outraged. "Third cabinet to the left, and get going, because we're hungry!" She shot him a smug smile.

"George wants waffles, and somehow I get stuck making them." He grumbled as he walked over to the cabinets.

"Welcome to my world." Hermione replied.

Ron was at work for a while, and when he was finally done, he had made a complete mess of the kitchen.

"Alright, who wants the first Ron Weasley waffle?" He said excitedly, and everyone seemed hesitant to take one. He put one on Hermione's plate, and then George's.

"They're circles." Hermione said critically. "They're supposed to be squares."

"How'd that happen?" Harry said, inspecting his own waffle.

"I thought waffles were shaped like triangles." Luna said, and everyone stared.

George, however, didn't seem to see a problem, and dived right in.

"Do you ever chew with your mouth closed?" Ginny asked, disgusted.

"What d'you think?" Ron said excitedly.

"The best waffles I've ever had!" George said through a mouthful.

"What?" Ron and Hermione said in unison.

"George is right, Ron!" Harry said admirably. "These are bloody brilliant!"

"What?" Hermione said again, and dug in along with Ginny and Luna.

"What did you put in this, Ron? Luna said, scraping her plate for extra pieces.

"I dunno." Ron said, scratching his head.

"Whatever it is, it's like a slice of heaven." George said, licking the syrup off his plate.

"Did you hear that, Hermione? Slices of heaven." Ron said arrogantly.

"They're not that different from mine." Hermione said, affronted.

"I can't believe I used to think you made the best waffles." Harry laughed.

"I bet Hermione's are just as good." Ginny said positively.

"You've never had Hermione's waffles. You have nothing to compare." Luna reminded her.

"Who wants seconds?" Ron asked.

"Me!" Everybody called.

"Evening, Hermione." Ginny said as she entered their apartment.

"Oh, hello, Ginny!" Hermione said breathlessly, not looking up.

"Already started dinner, I see? Too bad, I thought I should have a turn, to be fair, of course." Ginny said casually.

"Oh, no, it's quite alright."

"What are you making? Waffles, again? And for dinner?" Ginny said, peering over at her concoction.

"Oh, yes, I was...in the mood, and everybody seems to love them." Hermione replied.

"Why so many? There's only two of us." Ginny reminded her.

"Ah, Ginny. I still forget your new around here." Hermione laughed, and said slowly, "Three...two...one..."

"Hell-o!" George said as he burst through the door, followed by Ron.

"What's for dinner?" Ron asked savagely. "I think I smell waffles!"

"That's totally not true!" Harry said to Luna as they walked in moments later. "The Quibbler better get their facts straight."

Ginny's jaw dropped. "Every day?"

"Every day." Hermione nodded.

"Did Ron make waffles?" Luna said excitedly.

"No, I did." Hermione said proudly.

Everybody groaned.

"Hey, if I gave you these waffles yesterday, you would've been ecstatic!" Hermione pointed out.

"Yeah, well today, WE WANT RON'S WAFFLES!" George cheered, and everybody joined in.

"Give the people what they want, Hermione." Ron said pompously.

"Oi, shut it, all of you!" Ginny spat. "You're going to eat Hermione's waffles, and your gonna like them! She's the one providing your food!"

After this, everyone took their food with gratitude. Dinner was a fun affair. Everyone was laughing, talking, telling stories, and joking about Hermione's waffles. Ginny's only regret was she didn't move in with Hermione sooner. How much did she miss out on? How stupid of her was it to isolate herself from the people who were really her friends?

The next morning, Ginny was greeted at the breakfast table with smiles, laughs, and a plate of Ron's famous waffles. At dinner, Ginny was well prepared to see the rest of the gang, but she didn't expect having to eat another plate of Hermione's waffles.

"Okay," Said Harry, once his plate was cleared. "This is getting ridiculous! What's with all the waffles? I can't take it anymore!"

"They're good." Ron and Hermione said at the same time.

"Ron and Hermione both want to have the better waffles." Luna said wisely. "They're trying to outdo each other."

"Well give it a rest!" Harry said.

"Not until you all admit I make the better waffle!" Hermione said angrily.

"You're just jealous I make something better than you." Ron said smugly.

"I am not!" Hermione said.

"Am too!"

"Am not!"

"Guys, guys, not again!" George said calmly. "How about this, a waffle off, tomorrow? You both make your best waffles, and we'll be the judges of who's is the best."

"You're on." Hermione said, glaring at Ron.

"Are you excited for the 'waffle off'?" Harry asked George once in Hermione's apartment.

"Are you kidding me? I've been thinking about this all day! I didn't eat lunch, because I was saving up."

While Harry, George, Ginny, and Luna listened to the latest Quidditch game on the Wizarding Wireless Network, Ron and Hermione were trying their best to make waffles, while throwing glances at each other.

Hermione's waffles looked perfect, it had correct square shape, with powdered sugar and whipped cream on top. Ron's were oddly shaped circles. Even with Hermione's accessories, Ron remained the ultimate victor of the waffle off. After a few, "I told you so"s, Ron had calmed down.

"Would you like a waffle, Hermione?" He asked kindly.

"Sure." She smiled.

"You know," She said as they ate, "if we combined our waffle recipes, we could make the best waffles in the entire world!"

"Well get going!" George yelled, and Ron and Hermione walked over to the kitchen.

"Use a wisk when you stir, Ron." Hermione advised.

"What's that?" Ron asked.

Hermione sighed. "You are such an egghead." She joked as she handed him it.

"Am not." Ron replied.

Hermione took an egg, and crack it on his head. "Are now." She giggled.

"Oh, you're gonna get it!" Ron said, pouring flour in her face.

"Hey!" Hermione laughed, splattering waffle mix on hers. They contined to through tings at each other, until the kitchen was a diaster. They burst out laughing, and Ron pushed a floury strand of her hair behind her ear.

"What happened to us, Hermione?" He asked seriously.

"We were making waffles...and we made a mess instead." She laughed.

"No, what happened to...us." He said.

"Oh, that," Hermione said, caught off guard. They never really talked about that. "I guess...with the timing, and the fights, and our futures, it was too much all at once. We were too overwhelmed in ourselves and others to think about each other."

"Do you think it was...for the best?" He said slowly.

"I still haven't decided." She said with a weak smile.