Ron ordered two sandwiches, grabbed some crips for himself, and an over-sized brownie that he'd share. He paid, and knew he'd drop Harry's money on his mate's desk when they got back; there was no sense in arguing with Harry in the shop. He hated Harry giving him money; he could pay for both of their lunches easily. With the water bottles added to his order, he turned and headed straight for them.
Ron sat between the two of them and sighed happily as he unloaded the food. He paused, watching her for a minute, and then he took a bite of his ham and swiss sandwich.
"We should all get together more often. You both could come to my place."
He said this, the smirk playing across his face as he tried to make his eyes look innocent. He waited for her to kick him under the table. Oh, he wanted to get her alone again, in the worst way. It was terrible, but he couldn't be near her without thinking about those intimate details. He found himself almost blushing and he shoved his sandwich in his mouth to shut himself up.