Harry smiled as Hermione leaned into him and tightened his arm around her gently. "I hate it too," he said, knowing what she meant. He hated that Ron had taken her right to choose who she loved and wanted to be with away from her. It was unspeakably cruel and for a man who they'd grown up with... it was unfathomable.

"I had hoped he'd change and grown up some," he agreed. "The war made us grow up... hell even made Draco Bloody Malfoy grow up. If that prat can grow up, then Ronald Weasley could have." But as always, the youngest boy had taken the easy way out of life.

He exhaled and nodded in agreement. He looked at Kreacher. "Let's start with one of the best bottles of wine we have in the cellar, Kreacher. If you have any of the lemon cake around... I'll take a slice of that as well. Thank you. And, thank you for getting the rooms taken care of yesterday so quickly. We will be staying here officially for a while."

Kreacher gave a toothy grin. "Right away, Master Harry and Miss Hermione," he said and popped out of the parlor. Two wine glasses appeared on the coffee table in front of them, then the bottle of wine as requested already opened, and finally a large slice of lemon cake with two forks. Kreacher was very happy they would be staying here. It felt like a home again, even if his former mistress would be having an absolute meltdown.