Early one morning, when Harry and Hermione were up before everyone else, their sleep patterns having returned to normal, Ron joined them and sat at the table. The three of them realised that they were once again alone, in the quiet, as the sunlight streamed in through the crack in the curtain.
"You're not going to start laughing again, are you?" Harry asked, but Hermione just smiled to herself. "There's something I want to ask you both," he said instead, leaning forward in his chair. "It's not that I'm not appreciative, Ron, for all your family has done for me... it's just that Sirius left Grimmauld Place for me. I think it's time I went back."
Ron nodded. "We'll help you clear it up a bit if you like?" he offered.
"Well, that's just it. It's a big house. Three bedrooms at least, and I only need one. Do you two want to come and live in it with me?" asked Harry.
"Harry, are you sure?" Hermione asked, with her browns knitted.
"Yes, of course," replied Harry. "Besides, I really don't fancy it being just me and Kreacher for the rest of our lives."
Ron snorted. "I'd love that," he said, and then looked over to Hermione, and took her hand. "We'd love that."
"Where are you two at now anyway?" asked Harry.
Ron stammered, the top of his ears going pink.
"Let's just say that at Grimmauld Place, we'd like to share a room," interjected Hermione.
"Enough said," Harry grinned.
"Anyway, what's going on with you and Ginny?" Hermione asked.
"Well that's the other thing -,"
"What other thing?" Ron asked.
"I know I don't need to ask your permission -,"
"You slick git," said Ron, with a hint of a playful smile on his lips. Harry and Hermione smiled too.