WHO: Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger WHEN: Saturday afternoon WHERE: Hermione's childhood home SUMMARY: Hermione has a few things to pick up at her parents' house and asks Ron to tag along RATING: PG? WARNING(S): None at the moment STATUS: In Progress
It was insane how easy Ron had adjusted to having Hermione living with him. Granted, she'd only moved in the previous afternoon but still, it was completely natural and as if she'd been living there all along. She did spend most of her nights at his flat anyways, or he did at hers, so it wasn't as if they spent many nights apart but being together in the flat 24/7 was a totally different thing. For once, Ron was now sharing a loo and a bedroom with her. He'd seen the crinkle of her nose when he said he wouldn't give up his Chudley Cannons bedspread for anything in the world but it was all about compromise, right? He was allowing Crookshanks to move in with her with no risk to the little devil's existence so she'd have to accept his choice of bedspread.
Now, after the entire afternoon the day before spent unpacking and moving, and some of the morning when he woke up, Ron was now collapsed on his sofa flipping through the telly. He hoped to catch a football game, since he'd been keeping up with the muggle sport since he'd gotten his television. When he didn't find a match, he settled for a mooveet which seemed to be filled with explosions and action. Perfect. Laying on the couch, one arm behind his head and the other on his stomach, he settled in to relax for a bit.