Blue eyes lifted from the set of keys that Ron had been fumbling with, flickering off to find a head of bushy brown hair moving right his way. A wide grin immediately bolted across Ron's lips, some of that exhaustion leaping away at the sight of Hermione striding down the hall. Bloody hell, it had been ages since Ron had properly seen Hermione's face. Not on the TV, not through little tidbits here and there on the internet - but here. Right in front of him. While everyone and their mother claimed that the trio ended up walking out of the big battle at home all right, Ron still couldn't help but worry about the well-beings of everyone he had left behind. It was hard to shake that feeling of pure terror when one was thrown from the middle of a war to the next world over. People were dying, the world seemed to be shattering all around him, and everything had been entirely wrong before Ron had left. Even with the comfort of knowing that things would turn out all right in the end, Ron didn't think that he was ever going to truly be content with everything until he got back to where he belonged. Yet Hermione was here now, which meant that at least one person he cared for was safe. At least, as safe as one actually could be in the world that was supposed to be under the radar of an apocalypse. Real brilliant, that.
"You're on this floor too?" Ron grinned, then he brought a hand up to rub at the side of his face a little sheepishly. "Blimey, I didn't expect to see you here so early on in the morning." It was good to see her again. Really good. A good part of himself wanted to grab her and pull Hermione into a bone-crushing hug, but the half of him that was feeling sort of nervous about seeing her again - and about the things that he'd have to tell her now that he was seeing her again - made him temporarily refrain from doing so. All bets were off on him holding off within the next few minutes. Ron always got excited when people from home arrived, particularly those closest to him. "Er, d'you want to come in? I've got food in my flat. We could have breakfast?" Ron straightened his shoulders, doing his best to look mature and...well, yeah. Mature. "I'll even make it myself."