A/N: Sorry about the formatting issue! All is resolved. Enjoy!

When Harry opened the door for Ron, he stormed in like an angry hurricane. His hair was aflither and his cheeks were red. He began to pace immediately in the empty room, unaware of his surroundings and muttering below his breath.

"I take it that lunch with Hermione didn't go very well?" Harry asked. Ron answered him with a glare that could wilt flowers.

"Get a load of this," He said, his voice booming, "Hermione just told me that her mother has convinced her to go to University after she's done with Hogwarts!"

Harry raised his eyebrows in confusion before asking, "And you're surprised by this?"

"Well, she doesn't want to stay in London for it! She wants to go to America or Africa or—" Ron stopped and affixed his furious gaze on Harry "or Bulgaria!"

Harry wanted to ask what was wrong with Bulgaria but Ron was already answering his question.

"I know exactly what will happen if she goes to bloody Bulgaria. That big-nosed hunched-back neanderthal Krum is going to track her down and lure her into - into - into his cave or something!" Ron shouted dramatically. Harry was briefly reminded of the time a few years ago when Ron was literally singing Krum's praises at the Quidditch World Cup. He decided to keep that memory to himself.

"I'm sure that wouldn't happen, mate." Harry said, attempting to be reassuring. "You and Hermione are - I don't know - meant to be together." He said a little awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

"Exactly!" Ron agreed loudly, as if that was the point he was trying to make. "We are meant to be together! So why is she trying to split us up?" Ron asked, his voice cracking towards the end of his sentence.

And just like that, Harry saw Ron's anger transform into hurt. He bowed his head and pinched his brow.

Harry's discomfort intensified. He and Ron were best friends, of course, but the conversations that they had about relationships could have been counted on one hand. And this wasn't some girl they were talking about - this was Hermione, who was like a sister to him. He could see that Ron was hurt but he couldn't silence the voice inside of his head that didn't blame Hermione for wanting to continue her education and explore the world.

"Listen, I don't think she wants to be apart from you." Harry said quietly. Ron lifted his head; his eyes were searching for comfort in Harry's words. "She missed you terribly when you were apart."

"I missed her!" Ron said loudly, making large movements with his hands to demonstrate how much he had missed her during their separation before adding a little more softly, "And that's when I knew that I never wanted to be away from her again."

"Do you want to know what I think, honestly?" Harry asked, slightly nervous to offer his two cents. The last thing he wanted was to get into a row with Ron but he couldn't stand their and say nothing when he could practically feel the anguish coming from his friend.

"I think that Hermione got all worked up about the idea of attending university and immediately looked into the most prestigious ones. You know how she gets sometimes - like a frantic lunatic." Ron nodded in agreement. "I think that she'll settle down and when she thinks about it for more than a moment, she would realize that she doesn't want to be away from you either."

"Well, if she wants to go to a prestigious university, I don't want to hold her back." Ron said, sadly. "I mean, she's practically a genius and I'm just a…" But what Ron considered himself, he didn't say.

"Well, I hear that the Lumina Ludwig University in London is very respected." Harry offered.

Ron nodded his head, took a deep breath, and looked around for somewhere to sit. As he surveyed his surroundings, he looked surprised.

"Harry, why did you want me to meet you here?" He asked, suddenly very curious about why he was standing in the middle of the drawing room of 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Oh, uh, well I'm —" Harry stammered for a moment, slightly caught off guard by the change of subject. "I'm thinking about moving in."

Ron gave him a skeptical look before checking out the dark room again. He surveyed the peeling wallpaper, the ancient carpet, and the chained shut picture of Mrs. Black. He turned his attention back to Harry and regarded him in a similar way that he would regard Professor Lockhart.

"Come off it. Moving in here?" He asked with a scoff. "Kreacher told you the boggarts and doxies were getting lonely, did he?"

"No - listen, it's a great idea!" Harry said, his eyes suddenly lighting up. "Sirius was miserable here, right? Because it was dark and evil here. So wouldn't it be brilliant to turn it into a home that he would have loved? A home where a Gryffindor belongs?"

"A home? Isn't this a big place for one person?" Ron asked, still skeptical.

"Well, that's why I wanted you to come over." Harry explained. "I wanted to ask if you wanted to be my housemate."

"Really?" Ron asked, surprised.

"Really! And you'll pay no rent, as far as I'm concerned. We'll just split the utilities. You would have to help me fix it up, of course." Harry said excitedly, trying to seal the deal.

Ron seemed deep in thought for a moment. Harry held his breath. Ron's face broke into a grin.

"Alright! Let's do it!" Ron said, offering a hand and Harry excitedly shook it.

"Wait - I forgot to mention something." Harry said, suddenly remembering.

"Oh Merlin's beard," Ron groaned, certain it would have to do something with spiders. "What?"

"Teddy will have a room here too. So he can uh - spend the night - and - play games and - erm - do whatever little kids do." Harry said - his god son was the reason he had had the idea in the first place.

Ron considered this for a moment and nodded his head.

"As long as you're the one changing diapers in the middle of the night, fine by me!"

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