Ron was snapped out of his reverie by the lunch bell ringing, signaling the middle of the day. He quickly straightened, making himself presentable and checking that all his things were gathered. Harry passed by him on his own way out; his brother-in-law now gave him a thumbs up and winning grin in encouragement. Ron grimaced back. Here in the Atrium, witches and wizards were already flooding the Floo lifts to get to the surface above. Finally, there he saw her. She looked so stunningly beautiful in her work clothes, her hair down and straight like that. No doubt about it: his girlfriend, Hermione Granger, was the sexiest witch alive. At the sight of her, Ron pushed faster through the throng to get to her. By now, she had seen him too, but barely had time to react before Ron had swept her into his arms and given her a glorious kiss.