Hermione's arms had been about to give out just when Ron had opened the door. Fully prepared to give him a piece of her mind for taking so long to open the door, the sight of him cut her off short, and her jaw fell rather slack, completely void of words.
"Uh.. Thanks," she murmured, stepping in and practically tripping out of her shoes as she kicked them off. She let her bag fall to the ground by her shoes, and carried the food into the kitchen, setting the containers down on the kitchen table, not willing herself to look at Ron again. But she had to.
Hermione turned back to him, and smiled weakly, instantly feeling the heat rise up in her cheeks at the sight of him half naked, and she suddenly wondered why in the world she hadn't let herself go further with him. Integrity, morals. But Merlin he looked wonderful right now. "Maybe you should uhm.. put clothes on or.. something," she muttered, rubbing the back of her neck and turning her attention back to the food to arrange it.