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Who: Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley (mentions of Mr. and Mrs. Granger)
When: Christmas Eve
Where: Hermione's house
Rating: PG
Summary: Now that dinner is over, Ron and Hermione get to spend a bit of time together before he heads home.

Dinner had gone off without a hitch, at least Hermione had thought so. There might have been that incident where her father might have asked Ron one or two probing questions that made the redhead turn the colour of his hair, but other than that isolated incident, everything had gone splendidly. Not that she had doubted they wouldn't, she was just relieved that they had or else would have been mortified and would refuse to ever stand in her father's presence again; she knew him well enough.

After her parents ushered her off, assuring her that they would do the dishes, Hermione led Ron through the house, giving him a tour. He had been there only a few times before, but she realised he had never seen beyond the downstairs living room or dining room. Oh, and the bathroom too. Knowing her parents wouldn't mind, especially since they trusted her explicity, Hermione led Ron upstairs and pushed open the door to her room. Stepping inside she held her hands out and gave a nonchalant shurg.

"This is my room," she said. But it was obvious that it belonged to her; bookshelves lined nearly every wall with the exception of the one that had her bed on it and there were other books stacked neatly on her desk. The walls were tan, accented with white trimming, and her bed was neatly made, the blue duvet covering it nicely.