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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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