That Halloween so many years ago was one that Ron didn't think he'd ever forget. Alright, so maybe he'd been to blame for what he might have said about Hermione as an eleven year old prat, but he liked to think that he, Harry and Hermione had properly become friends that night.

Hermione settled against him a bit more and Ron sighed, frowning.

"I don't think I'll get much, if any," he admitted, and had been growing increasingly frustrated that he'd had to spend so much time working, recently. He had half a mind to perform a memory charm on his superior officer and take a long weekend. He reckoned Hermione wouldn't have been alright with that, though.

"I'll be glad to just get Christmas day off."