"There's some muggle bar or something that they want to look into," Ron informed her. "I reckon it might be good to have someone who knows a thing or two about how to get around in that society with us." Which, of course, was Hermione. She knew more about muggles than any of the people they were meeting, that was for certain. He gestured down toward the clothes that he was wearing. "Which would explain my lack of robes."
Hermione was his girlfriend. The feeling that twisted his way into his chest at the idea made him grin. "Anyway. They're a real friendly lot, all of them." He frowned a little. "Well, except for Hodge. Can't seem to keep his mouth shut half the time. But I reckon he'll be distracted by the bird he's dragging along, so we've got nothing to worry about. And anyway," he offered Hermione a slightly sheepish look, "I think you're used to gits by now, eh? Between me, Harry, and all my brothers and all. Can't be too bad."