"Oi, I'm a hard working man! I deserve to laze around all day when I get the chance!" Ron grinned at her, then twisted his key into the lock on the door. He nudged it open and led the way inside, sheepishly gesturing toward their surroundings with a hand once they were in. "It's not much, but it's home." It certainly looked like more of a home than some of the flats within the building. Ron had been here next to a year now, which meant that he'd had much more time to settle in than other people. There were a few expected items strewn about - a couch, appropriate tables, lighting and such - along with things that one would never expect to see in a pureblooded wizards home (a video game console attached to a TV set, for example). Suffice to say, Ron was proud of what he had. For someone who was brought up with little to no money, Ron had gone out, found a job, and made something of the rotten situation he was in. Now so long as he didn't die, things were pretty decent here. Outside of missing everyone from home, that is. But now that Hermione was here, Ron felt that he was in better spirits than he had been in quite some time. He planned on making the best of it.
"I'll have you know that working in a restaurant has it's perks. Me and the cook are mates and he's shown me how to keep things from catching fire, at least," Ron joked, shooting Hermione a grin. Cheerfully, Ron walked over to the kitchen and pulled the fridge door open. "D'you want some orange juice?"