"Well, yeah, of course... it seems like forever since I saw them, and I really do miss them living here, knowing exactly where they are." he shrugged. "But they have their own lives to live, and so do I." He came in and closed the door behind him, clicking the latch firmly. "I knew it had to happen eventually." He couldn't quite hide the bit of disappointment he felt, knowing that his friends had gone as he wandered inside, throwing himself on the sofa. "Besides, you know I haven't really lived here in a while. I sleep at your place far more than mine."
Tilting her head to the side, it was something she understood, though not really from her own experience. There were only a handful of people she regarded as true friends instead of acquaintances, and she'd never lived with any of them, not like Harry had lived with Ron. Still, she supposed he was right. And besides, Harry knew them far better than she did, so it was his judgment on the matter that she trusted.
As he sprawled out on the sofa she shrugged off her coat, adding it to the smile pile of outerwear Harry had begun. Even though she always seemed to be cold, she loved the cool weather and the way it enabled her to make use of her dearly beloved sweaters. Hats, gloves, and scarves were all passing fancies compared to a snug, cozy sweater. She toed off her shoes an settled onto the couch next him, contently stretching her legs over his lap.
"Sure, when you're not running off to go clubbing on distant islands," she teased with a wide smile.
He laughed, leaning up and kissing her cheek. "Hey now, that was all my Dad's fault." His hand wandered absently to his chin, scratching the small amount of stubble that had developed there through the day, making a sound that resembled sand paper. "Speaking of, he said he's going to try and get Mum to stop working so much so that they can meet you." A grin spread across his face. "Besides, I learned a bit of Spanish, that's got to count for something, doesn't it?"
"Oh we are becoming very cultured, Mr. Potter," she said with a giggle.
She thought it was brilliant that he was spending time with his parents, that he was able to. Even though her smile brightened, part of her felt a little dazed at the idea of meeting his parents. Generally, she didn't much care what people thought of her. But Harry's parents? That was something of a different matter altogether.
"Do you think they'll like me?" she asked, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear before adding, "A lot of people think I'm a bit off."
Not that Harry needed to be told such things. But she did want them to like her. A sort of awareness flitted along the edge of her mind, that this was the sort of thing perfectly normal people did - the got flats together, they met each other's parents; some of them were things she'd rather assumed weren't going to be a part of her life. She had prepared for that. As a result, she was slightly less accustomed to such ideas.