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Who: Ron and Hermione
Where: The Safehouse on Hoy
When: 20 March, 2002 - Close to moonrise
Status: complete

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"I think it's because we're used to the polyjuice," Hermione said calmly. She'd been reading up on transformation accounts and learnt that the trick was to keep your voice steady and low. Submissive. "Which is a sad fact. I never thought I'd ever get used to polyjuice."

Picking up each article of clothing after it had been taken out of his side of the room, Hermione folded them, placing the whole lot all on a stool beside the bedroll she'd done up for herself. Folding his clothes had just been something she'd gotten used to over the years. It was easier than waiting for him to do it.

Out of politeness, after all they weren't "together" anymore, Hermione kept her back to Ron so he would have some privacy. She wasn't afraid of the wards coming down. Mostly because she knew they were the best that she and Tonks could put together. But partly because she had resigned herself to letting whatever happens happen.

Busying herself with cleaning up the makeshift dinner, of which she ate hardly anything, Hermione said, "I'm your friend, Ron. I'm not leaving."