after Diagon Alley.
Hermione and Ron had spent a few hours in Diagon Alley, Hermione purchasing some new quills and parchment, as well as them dining for lunch. She had gotten the urge for ice cream, and made him stop to grab some of the magical kind that switched colours and flavours according to your desires. This made her truly thankful since hers kept switching between pistachio and strawberry.
As they arrived just outside of his flat, she leaned against the wall, and rested her head there. "Maybe tonight should be a sleepover night, even though you have training tomorrow, and I have work tomorrow. Damn," she groaned, rubbing at her eyes with a balled up fist. "Working sincerely makes me wish that we were back at school. Things were more dangerous, but they seemed easier, didn't they?"