The first thing Ron thought of was to protest. He hadn't lived with his mum in ages, and he couldn't think of much he wanted less, as a married man, than to live with his mum again. But knowing that his dad wasn't in Darrow as well, the idea of her living on her own in one of those flats in the city was a bloody awful one. There was no way he was going to leave her to that.

"It's brilliant," Ron said, and leaned over to press a kiss to Hermione's cheek. In less than a year in Darrow, the Nook had become almost as much like home as the Burrow had been, and much of that was because of the thought Hermione had put into it.

"And she's right. We've got loads of room. No reason you should stay in some weird flat just because they've said you're supposed to."