Ron was going over his own notes, trying to work out the best way to run the MLE. It was still doing his head in a bit when he remembered he was the Head. That was always going to be Harry's job. Ron was the strategy guy though, so he was thinking about it like a Chess game and it wasn't as hard as he'd thought it would be. Complicated, stressful, and surreal, but do-able. James had a good head on him, and so did Fenrir. (And he had to keep thinking of him as Fenrir and not Greyback, or his head really would explode.)
He looked up at Hermione's voice, grinned. "It was raining most of the morning. Didn't you notice?" It would be just like Hermione to have missed that, he thought fondly. They'd fallen back into themselves like they'd never been apart, or at least he had, and it had been nice. More than nice. He didn't know what he'd do without her.
"But yes. I am so ready for a break, and it's gorgeous out now. A walk to the lake sounds like just the thing." He took her hand and let her draw him out of his seat. He moved close to steal a quick kiss. "And I can't believe that you have to drag me away from paperwork. Mental."