"so what's a nice guy like you doing in a place like this?" the words
were barely out of his mouth when xander felt the familiar pangs of
mortification. luckily the feeling floated away—like so many
butterflies—when ron turned, wearing that big, friendly, weasley grin,
the one that made xander's insides tap dance.
"xander." the grin widened. "finally tired of pining after the hero?"
xander thought about being witty but didn't want to risk it. instead,
he nodded.
ron raised one ginger brow. "my flat or yours?"
xander blinked; hope beyond hope hadn't led to this moment.
"yes."