~Hermione POV~
Ginny and I had sat on the couch, unaware that it was 9 pm until Harry walked in. "Ginny, I'm home! Oh Hermione, this is a lovely surprise!" Ginny got up and greeted Harry, and proceeded to take his dinner to him. "Harry how is work going?" Harry looked at me and smiled, " Well let's just say that I've been busy. And you, Hermione? From what I hear your excellent at destroying death eaters." I nodded, "I wish people wouldn't glorify me though. I'm sick of the spotlight."
He scoffed, "At least you aren't the Boy-Who-Lived. It's terrible." He flipped through the mail, whilst I looked over a Ginny. She straightened up, "Harry?" He looked at her and smiled, "Yes dear?" She inhaled, "I was wondering, um well this house is big and all. It's very lonely,and you constantly have missions, and well. Hermione here lives in a small flat, and though she too goes on missions, she goes on less than you. So would you mind if Hermione moved into a guest room?"
Harry looked between his wife and I. I straightened up now, "I could pay rent or something, but it's fine if you say no." Harry looked at the celling, "Well I wasn't thinking it was a bad thing. I think I would feel safer if someone was here to be with Ginny. If you want to Hermione, you may move in."
Ginny giggled with glee, and hugged and kissed Harry, "Thanks hun." He smiled before setting his plate down, "Well I'm exhausted, night girls." We both said night, "Ginny I ought to be heading back to my flat. I'll start moving in this weekend okay?" She nodded and hugged me tightly, " Well bye Hermione. See you this weekend." She smiled leading me out the door. Just as the door closed I aparated to my flat, and crashed to my bed.