Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
3 months later…
Ron Weasley dressed for work and kissed his sleeping girlfriend on the cheek. He then apparated to the Leaky Cauldron, where he was meeting Harry for breakfast before auror training. Harry took a bite out of his sausage and asked his friend, "So, how's Lavender?"
"She moved in last week."
Harry's forehead creased, "Are you sure you're not taking this a little…fast? I mean, I thought you never really liked her."
Ron took a sip of his coffee, "Well…things have changed, haven't they."
As he spoke, Hermione opened the door to the pub. "Sorry I'm late," she said taking off her cloak and hanging it over the chair, "I had to take Rose to preschool because Viktor had a doctor's appointment." Ron looking disheveled stuffed a whole piece of toast in his mouth, chewing crossly. Harry broke the awkward silence with, "So, George and Angelina are getting married soon."
"Personally, I feel bad for old George. I always thought he'd be a bachelor to the day he died!"
"It's good for him!" Hermione said forcefully, "Marriage forces you to commit to someone. Not, you know, like living with a barmaid!"
Ron stood up abruptly, knocking over his plate of eggs, "What goes on between me and Lavender is none of your business." He said angrily through gritted teeth. He grabbed his cloak and stormed out, slamming the door harshly behind him. Hermione watched him leave through glaring eyes, "I best be going now, Harry." She laid some money on the table and then strode out the swinging door.