A/N: Some might not understand what I was trying to say in the last chapter. Let me explain for those who care: I wanted to show that one must always be open with their loved ones no matter what, even if the problem may look idiotic. Anyway, here's the next chapter!
Hermione walked into the empty flat, exhausted from a busy day at work. She threw her keys on the side table where the photo that Lavender had seen two days prior. Noticing that Ginny's bedroom door was open and that the bed was made, Hermione realized that she and Harry had probably gone out once again.
Earlier in the day, Ron had sent Hermione a note saying that Harry hadn't shown up for work and that day and that he was going to look for him during his lunch. Hermione told Ron that maybe Harry had something to do and that it couldn't wait. Surprisingly he believed her. Hermione didn't really have to make anything up for Ginny since she worked for the Daily Prophet and they rarely each other through out the day.
Hermione sat down for dinner and looked out the nearby window facing the lights and glimmer of the city. She gave out a far-off sigh when she saw an owl coming at her. She stood up to open the window and let the barn owl in. As soon as she realized the letter from its leg it flew off into the night.
Hermione's heart dropped when she saw the familiar cursive written with a purple ink. She opened the envelope and read it twice before leaving for the guys' flat.
Once there she ran into Mrs. Jackson, the porky landlady. "How do you do?" Hermione asked hurriedly as she power-walked the last of the hallway.
"Oh, you're Ms. Granger!" Mrs. Jackson said trying to make conversation.
"Yes, I am. Do you know if Harry or Ron are in at the moment?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know about Mr. Potter. But Mr. Weasley," she said with a giggle, "is in. I saw him go in about two hours ago."
"Thank you." Without waiting for Mrs. Jackson's "You're welcome" or even knocking first, she went in.
She found the living room empty; there was the sound of running water deep in the flat. He must be taking a shower. Hermione thought, maybe I should wait. Then she went off the idea. No, this can't wait. "Ron?!" She called.
Ron hadn't heard her, she called louder. This time he did, "Hermione?!" It was his time to call.
"Yes!"
She could hear him rushing out of the shower and cursing under his breath. Maybe it would've been best to have left.
Then like a thundering herd he came out in a midnight blue bathrobe with a steel blue R embroidered on his left breast. "Hermione," he said, hurriedly, "I wasn't expecting you." Then he saw that she was in and asked, "Did you let yourself in?"
"Yes Ron I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." Hermione said looking at the floor.
"Oh, I don't mind." He replied rather suave. "Trust me I like this sort of surprise."
Hermione felt her cheeks fill with color. I am alone in his flat. He is in a bathrobe. Who knows when Harry will be back. Her mind was racing; she didn't know what to do. She had Apperated outside the building without a second thought. Just the mere idea of what she read in the letter made her scared, very scared.
"Er… you see I was worried about Harry and I thought that maybe something had happened and you had forgotten to tell me." She lied.
"Well," With his arm rubbing the back of his head, Ron replied, "I got a note from him this afternoon telling me that just like us he needed a little break and decided to go to Bath to relax. You know the natural baths and everything."
"Oh? Really?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow. "Anything else?"
"No, that was it. So how's Ginny?" Ron asked wondering where his little sister was.
"Oh, um… she's at home. She had to write an article on the statistics between who knows who." Hermione lied once again.
"You were never into Quiddich were you?" Ron asked jokingly.
"Not really, no." Hermione said, and then all of a sudden they went into awkward mode.
"Well, I think I'll go change. Why don't you make yourself at home?" Ron said looking down at his attire.
"Yeah I think you should." Hermione said looking that some bare chest that wasn't coved up, ripples of water still glistening in the light.
She watched him walk away to his room, then like a hammer to a nail it hit her why she had so hastily come.
She paced up and down the little living room, until Ron finally came out wearing some cargo pants and a loose rugby-style shirt, it was very becoming.
"There, much better." Ron said, hiding a slight disappointment that Hermione, thankfully, didn't catch.
"Yes, better." Hermione said, sitting down in the leather-bound sofa. Ron sat next to her.
"Hermione, as much as I love you coming into the house without warning," Hermione really wasn't listening, she was staring, "why exactly are you here? Did you and Ginny argue?"
"No! Not at all. Well, I already caught up with work and I had nothing to do. Ginny obviously couldn't just drop work for me so came over here." Then remembering a very important detail, "And I thought that you had forgotten to inform me on Harry, of course."
"Well, as you can tell I did forget on telling you of our friend's little abandonment, but other than that I'm glad Ginny's busy and you're not." He said throwing her a grin. Her cheeks must have looked redder than ever, because Hermione felt like it.
"Hermione, do you want to go out to dinner and maybe a drink like three nights ago?" He asked in a very debonair sort of way.
"Yes I would." She answered, totally lost in his spell.
"Brilliant! Do you want to go in your work clothes?"
"What?" Hermione snapped out of it. She looked down at her clothes. With the letter and her running over here she forgot to change from her work clothes.
"Tell you what? Why don't you go to go home and change and I will also change and I'll go 'round your place in forty-five minutes?" He asked glancing at the clock in the wall adjacent to them.
"Sure, that would be great." Hermione said getting up and walking across the threshold onto the hallway.
Leaning a hand on the side of the door Ron said, "I'll see you in bit then?"
"Don't be late or the offer expires." Hermione tried sounding serious.
Ron chuckled, "Trust me, I won't."
With that, Hermione Apperated home and started getting ready for a night out with Ron.
A/N: I wonder what the letter said?