There was parchment from one end of Hermione's desk to the other. She had been trying to sort it into the appropriate piles for filing for most of the day, but kept getting interrupted before she could actually manage to get anywhere. No one had been particularly productive since the start of the week, and most conversation overheard was concerning the Auror's and the DMLE.
Countless people had come up to her desk, with the guise of needing to borrow a quill or to ask her to spell something for them, and before she knew it they were asking her questions about the Auror's or Harry and did she really know what was going on? By the end of it, Hermione had gotten rather snappish, and had been left alone for the most part. But that still meant that she had quite a bit of work left to do, that had she had been distracted from previously.
Marking off various notes, Hermione felt Ron's presence before he even spoke, though she didn't know it was him until he did. The only one left in her department, she had gotten quite used to the feeling of the place being empty. Turning around, her eyes lit up when she saw him, though she looked slightly confused when he said something about being stuck with the crap shift.
Glancing down at the small clock on her desk, Hermione's eyes widened before she looked back up at Ron. Technically, she was supposed to go home three hours ago. "Oh. I didn't realise the time." Not an entirely odd occurrence, and she had been known to lose track on more than one occasion. Placing her quill back in its holder, she straightened the remaining parchment on her desk. "I haven't had dinner, no," she responded. "Do you want to... Are you offering?" She was sure Ron didn't know how good that sounded.