"If someone didn't clean the floo out, you never would!" Hermione said at once, playfully hitting him right back in the arm with a far weaker first. She sat a desk all day with numbers- Ron was actually catching bad guys. There was a much more physically exerting job than accountant. "You are certainly invited to try. But I think that our flat does not need anymore Canon paraphernalia, not in that horrible orange color anyways."
Hermione knew that deep down, she wanted Ron. She was far too old to call it a crush anymore, but she wanted to be with Ronald romantically. In her youth, it had been about the perfect date and wedding. Now, as an older woman, it was about the fact that she knew he was the sort of man she wanted to raise a family with. It was a new, frightening fact. "I think that at least a quick showing at George's might be nice- you can always claim you came to bring me home."