"Course he is, everyone needs a hobby," Mills joked bitterly. She took a long drink from the beer, glaring maliciously at the opposite wall. Suddenly, Mills exploded into a tirade, "Right, so the git blindsided me. He's taking all his music money and moving to London... in a week. One bloody week is all the notice he gives me? After years of being his roommate! One week! I can't pay the rent on the place by myself, so basically he's fucked me!"
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"Wow. Well, it could be worse. But man, he's a git. You can move in here temporarily. This place is too small for all of us, and frankly, I'm tired of seeing Neville in his boxers, and pretending that Ginny hasn't found a way to shag him yet. We can find another place. Are there more beers in the fridge?"
Ron didn't really pay attention, but if he did, he'd know that the ministry was actually paying him a large sum of money on a semi regular basis. He had gotten a few promotions in the last couple of months, and put in a lot of overtime.
It was also probably good that Molly didn't know how much Ron made, because if she did, she would probably insist that it was time for Ron to start a family- though perhaps if it meant starting a family with Mills, a slytherin, she wouldn't mention it.
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Mills looked at Ron, jaw dropped. "Er, yeah, there's more beer," she said absently.
"Weasel, did you just say we should move in together, permanently, in our own place? You know your mum will go mad. Can Neville keep this place up on his own? He might move Ginny in and then there's really no pretending that she isn't having her way with him..." she rambled, rather surprised that they might live together. It made sense, but Weasleys get carried away with families, and this was one step closer to, well, lots of things.
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Ron walked into the kitchen and helped himself to the beer he didn't know was there. "I think it'll be fine. Ginny pretty much lives here anyway, she might as well pay rent. If I'm not here, I can still delude myself into thinking that nothing is happening, after all, there would be a perfectly good bedroom that wasn't his-" Ron stopped, no, this wasn't working. Ginny was so shagging Neville. "And anyway, even if he needed to find a new place, this doesn't have to be a hasty move, we're not prats like Blaise, well, I might be a prat, but I'm not THAT much of a prat. I'm not gonna be all oi Neville, you've got two days."
Ron took a swig of his beer.
"And well, don't worry about my mum, I'll deal with her when someone eventually lets it slip- and then whoever gets the brunt of her crazy will hopefully have enough guts to say, he's got a job and a girlfriend, what do you expect? I mean, it makes sense to me." Ron blushed.
"Anyway, work has been keeping us both busy enough that at the very least we should be able to spend our time off together, alone. I do have one request though." He had an evil glint in his eye.
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Mills heard him out, grateful that he hadn't fallen down to one knee or anything. She was definitely not drunk enough to deal with a Gryffindor on bended knee. Then, he got to that request bit. Dear, sweet Merlin, she wasn't home free just yet. Please don't let him ask something I can't answer.
"Request?" she managed to get out rather half-assedly before drinking more. Drinking helped.
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"Well, Blaise has been a real arse, and I feel like we need to get back at him for being a prat. So you know how he keeps having sluts over, loudly, well. I say we shag against the wall to his room with an amplifying charm. I doubt he's over you enough for that to not bother him."
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"And that right there is why I love you, Ron," Mills said with a barking laugh, grabbing his wrist and pulling him onto the couch with her. "Think Neville's up?"
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Ron kissed Millie and wrapped his arms around her before answering. "Maybe. I don't think so, I haven't heard anything from that direction in a few hours. Why?" He smiled and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
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"I thought maybe we could practice our grand revenge plot," Mills joked and pulled ROn on top of her on the couch.
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"Oh man, you, me, and the amazingness that is your tits are going to have so much fun practicing our grand plot for revenge. We wouldn't want to attempt it without some practice." He said, beginning to unbutton her shirt. "That would be horrible."
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