Walking through the Atrium, Hermione smiled at the image of Mrs Weasley buying extra, purely so she could hand it off to her various children. It probably wasn't far off, and she didn't really blame her. Hermione herself stopped by every now and again to make sure Harry and Ron were eating properly. Just because they could buy their own food, didn't mean they always did. Or buy it from somewhere other than Honeydukes.
"All right." Giving a small nod, Hermione waited for Ron to leave for the Leaky, before she took a handful of Floo powder herself, stepping into the fireplace and directing it to the Lion's Den.
Stepping out of the corresponding fireplace moments later, it was almost a bit strange to be at Ron and Harry's place without either of them there, also. Hermione glanced around, before dropping her bag down near the couch and shrugging off her work robes. Placing them on top of her bag, she brushed off the soot that had somehow made it onto her jeans and headed into the kitchen.
Ron hadn't been wrong when he had said there were plenty of drinks left over, and soon enough, Hermione was sitting on the couch; her legs tucked up beneath her and a glass of wine in hand, whilst the bottle and another glass rested on the table. It was normally against her own rules to drink on a work night, but the last few days hadn't exactly been normal, so she decided disregarding them for a couple of hours couldn't hurt.
Expecting him to come out of the Floo, Hermione jumped a little as Ron appeared in front of her.
"Oh? What kind of a delay?" Leaning forward, she put her wine glass down and poured one for Ron.