Hermione had slept blissfully, something that hadn't happened in eleven years, and she immediately recognized the cause, a silencing charm, no doubt her husband's doing. She glanced at the clock the numbers 10:00 stood boldly against the black in a lime green, defiantly a silencing spell. Tossing the covers to the side she pushed out of bed and grabbed her rope, and cracked the door. The house was silent, something as rare as seeing a rackspurt. Hermione slipped out of her room and down the stairs, there was still no sign of her children, her husband or her grandmother-in-law. After checking every room in the house she came to one conclusion, her husband had whisked his grandmother and their children away so that she could sleep in and have the house to herself and all she could do was smile.

So ten minutes later she sat down at her kitchen table with a book and a cup of coffee and began to read, and after a half an hour she found herself . . . bored, and not just any sort of bored, bored out of her mind. She missed her baby girl who was so small and she loved to hold, her twin boys who had taken a page out of their uncle's Fred and George's book and loved to prank, she missed her oldest son who loved quidditch because his uncles played it all the time, she missed her sometimes busy body grandmother-in-law who always had something to say about everything and she missed her husband most of all; the bumbling bee who had turned into a real zinger.

So without further ado in hopes to make some use of her time and keep her mind occupied she set to work cleaning the house; making beds, dusting, vacuuming, and cleaning windows and the oven. The hours later she was done, with the help of a little magic, and her family was still not home. So she changed out of her yoga pants and tank top and into nice jean and a dressy blouse, grabbed her purse and twisted in the air landing outside Honey Dukes. She hadn't been to hogsmead in a long time, and she had missed looking at Hogwarts in the distance, her oldest son would be attending this year, and he would be able to get away with absolutely nothing since his dad was the herbology professor. She would miss having him around, but the twins and her daughter would keep her busy along with writing for the Quibler.

Not wasting any more time she began her shopping gathering some sweets for the children and her husband, getting a few harmless jokes at Zonkos for the twins and stopped and had lunch at the three broomsticks where she was surprised to find "Mommy!" three children plowed into her, Neville right behind them, with her daughter in her great grandmother's lap.

"Hello my babies. She said kissing each one of them on the top of their heads and Neville lightly on the lips."

"Mione, you're supposed to be at home relaxing." Neville said with a grin.

Hermione Smiled "Relaxing is over rated." She said kissing him again before going to take her daughter from gran.

The little family ate lunch and headed home, where her children made a mess of her spotless house and Hermione couldn't help but feel at peace in the mess and noise, and from the smile on Neville's face he felt the exact same way and she couldn't help but kiss him and say "I think . . . I want another."
and Neville couldn't help but pale.