"How many boxes do you have, George?" Ginny complained.

"When you've got money, you've got stuff." George replied.

"How many boxes of clothes do you have? Merlin, George. This is weird for a bloke." Harry said.

"When you've got good looks, charm, and money, you've got chicks. When you've got chicks, you've got dates. When you've got dates, you need different outfits." George explained as if it were obvious.

"Freak." Ginny rolled her eyes.

"George, these boxes are heavy!" Hermione whined.

"Give them to Harry." He said simply.

"He already took a box downstairs."

"Hand 'em off to Ron!" George said, taking a box full of his pillows and blankets.

"Ron's not here, remember? He went out with Lavender." Luna said.

"Oh, yeah..." George said off-handily. "Then I guess you'll have to suck it up. Or give them to Ginny. She's more jacked then Ron anyway."

"Hey! Girls take offense to that!" Ginny said.

"Who said you were a girl?"

"I'm warning you, George!"

"Why don't we switch boxes? Yours looks quite light." Hermione said, coming in between them.

"Oh, no." George lied, dropping his shoulders. "These are filled with my weights."

"Why can't we simply levitate these again?" Luna asked.

"Because Hannah's afraid we won't watch while we levitate, and then we'll knock over customers." George said, rolling his eyes.

"Makes sense." Ginny said. "Remember when you and Fred thought you were geniuses for levitating you suitcases down the stairs, and sent me tumbling down with them?"

"Oh...right. Well, at least by doing this we aren't being fat and lazy." George commented.

"With that box, I think you still will be." Harry said, slapping George's box out of his hands, and the pillows tumbled out.

"Hey!" George said.

"Busted!" Hermione called, grabbing the pillows before he could and taking them downstairs, leaving him with a heavier box.

"Wanna go back to your place?" Lavender said with a wink.

"Lavender, it's two in the afternoon." Ron said.

"Soo..." She cooed. "I thought boys had needs."

"We do, but we can wait a few hours. Besides, George is moving out, and everyone's over helping him out." Ron explained.

"Why aren't you?" She asked.

"Because...I wanted to be with you." He lied. He didn't want to explain he and George were kind of in an awkward state right now. It was a little fight, but it wasn't worth George moving out. He liked having the house to himself, but he liked sharing it with George better.

"So you're going to have the house to yourself?" Lavender confirmed.

"For now, yes." Ron nodded.

Her face lit up. "More alone time for us. Wait...you'll have an extra bedroom."

"If I don't get a new roommate."

Lavender gasped. "Oh. My. GOD! Ron, what if I was your new roommate?"

No. No. No. No. NO! Ron thought to himself. It was too fast, Ron was afraid of commitment. And he definitely wasn't ready to live with Lavender; he hadn't even lived with Hermione! But, wait, he wasn't supposed to compare Lavender with Hermione. He wasn't with Hermione anymore, he hadn't been for years. It was time to move on. But it still wasn't time to move in with Lavender.

"I don't think that's such a good idea..."

"Why?" Lavender whined.

"Because...because..."

"Because why?" She pouted, and Ron knew he had to have a legit reason. Being cute wasn't going to get him out of this one.

"Because rent is high, you know, so I don't want to live with myself. So I already interviewed people to be my new roommate." He lied.

"Tell them no!"

"But I already offered someone the spot." Ron said fairly.

"Fine. But I want to meet him. I need to make sure he's worth taking away from our alone time."

"You know, actually, I'm about to meet with him in a half hour. Roommates only thing. I'll let you see him tomorrow. Gotta go. Bye!"

"What?" Lavender said, but was cut off by a swift kiss from Ron.

"Bye, Won-Won." She said and Ron waved back before apperating.

"Attention, attention!" Ron yelled once he got into the Leaky Cauldron. "I, Ron Weasley, am looking for a new roommate, fast. My room is flat twelve, and I will be waiting in it for anyone who wants it. Rent is cheap!" He added, before running to his room before the landlord kicked him out.

Ron waited in his flat, tapping his quill annoyingly. Someone knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Ron called.

He was a tall young man, with dark hair and eyes, but he was extremely pale. Merlin, that boy could use some sun.

"Hi," He said, "I'm Robert, but people call me Robbie."

"Hey, Robbie. Tell me about yourself. And stuff I would need to know as your roommate."

"Well, I work at the Ministry of Magic, the late shift as a guard. I'm quiet and know how to sneak in without waking you up. I'm not a morning person, I'm sleep late and I'm up all night, so I won't bother you. I don't eat much, so I won't be stealing your food." Robbie explained.

"Seeing as you sound like a chill person, and there's no one else here, you're in. But, I need you to move in by tomorrow, so my crazy girlfriend won't try and move in with me." Ron told him.

"Sounds good. See you then." Robbie said. "Oh, and um, maybe I should mention...I'm a vampire." He admitted before disappearing, leaving Ron speechless.