Hermes might not have been incredibly pleased with the way she'd forgone trousers for his visit, but Ronnie was thankful that he was at least being a little less fussy about things like that. It was just the two of them in the flat, after all, not even Hailey around to offend. Ronnie was completely comfortable the way that she was with Hermes there, and even if she made him feel a bit uncomfortable (which she happened to hope she did), it was only because he did funny things to her stomach and her head and her heart. And he didn't even have to try the way that she did.
But Hermes was laughing, and Ronnie would still do almost anything to hear that sound. He didn't laugh often enough, and yet Ronnie could remember a time, the year they'd spent in the tent and on the run, when it seemed that none of them laughed, so some laughter was better than none. And it was best when she just stumbled upon something that would make Hermes smile and laugh because desires obtained with little to no effort were always a bit sweeter to Ronnie. "So you knew she wouldn't be here when you came over?" Ronnie asked. Even though asking was almost entirely unnecessary, Ronnie still wanted the confirmation. She like having attention, but she craved being the sole focus of Hermes' attention. He was so brilliant, had so many things going on in his head, Ronnie'd be crazy if she didn't want to be a part of that. And a very petty part of her needed to know that he'd come around specially for her and not for Hailey. As much as Ronnie loved Hailey, and as much as Hailey would always be her best friend, Slytherin's locket had made her face the reality of her fears, and the damage still lingered.
Ronnie was slightly taken aback when Hermes' arm slid around her waist and tugged her closer, but that feeling was fleeting because there was so much joy overtaking her. A bit of wine might have sloshed out of her glass and onto her legs, but it didn't bother Ronnie, especially not now when Hermes was pulling her close and staring her down with such obvious intent. And how could she possibly deny him anything when he was so absolutely earnest and, even when he wanted a snog, so perfectly proper? A smile flitted over Ronnie's lips as she pressed the fingers of her right hand up into Hermes' curls and leaned in to press her lips against his. And if she nearly spilled more of her wine in her eagerness to kiss Hermes, it was just collateral damage that she'd deal with later because kissing Hermes really wasn't an optional sort of thing.