            At least he let her go off to bed with only a one-armed hug and the promise that she had a wonderful time catching up. As she stripped off her work clothes, and set the file gingerly down on her dresser, Hermione considered Ron’s reasoning for the evening. They could have gone anywhere—cheap takeout, Muggle London, hell, they could have apparated to Edinburgh for a pint. But instead, Ron had wanted their faces in the paper. Wanted people to think they were still together, or maybe even getting back together. She wasn’t sure how up-to-date Wizarding society was on their love life.