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Summary: Two years after the war, Molly, gives Arthur a hall pass on one condition; he can only sleep with a Muggle, and he has to change his appearance. In comes Hermione, under glamors, looking for a one night stand. What happens Hermione finally figure out who they slept with?

Pairing: Arthur/Molly, one-time pairing- Arthur/Hermione

Arthur's point of view

"Molly, are you sure?" I asked her. I never knew that she would say something like that ever. I was completely shocked.

"I'm positive," she replied with a smile on her face. "I'm giving you a hall pass."

"Why?"

"You have been through thick and thin with me for over thirty years," said Molly. "I know that you never strayed from me. Including looking at other females, even when Bill brought Fleur into the family. I know that you never thought about her in any sexual way. I want to give something back to you that you will enjoy, even if it is for one night. I have a potion that will alter your appearance for one night, this in not a poly juice potion, so you don't need to worry about changing back into yourself. The only requirement that I have for you is she needs to be a muggle."

"Molly," I said, exasperated. "Why would I want to sleep with another woman when I can sleep with the love of my life. I don't need to have sex with another woman."

"I know you don't need to sleep with another woman," she huffed, as she threw the shirt that she was folding into the closet. "I want you having sex with another woman. We haven't had any sex in years. I'm afraid that I have lost the sexual drive that I used to have. We aren't young anymore. I was the only woman that you ever slept with, and I don't want you to regret one day in the future not being able to experience another woman's touch. Please, just do this for me. I have been thinking about this recently. If I didn't want you to sleep with someone else, I would have never have brought it up."

I huffed while folding a pair of my pants. "Fine, I will do it. Only this is going to be a one-time thing."

Hermione's point of view

"You need to get laid," said Ginny as she painted my nails purple.

"Gin, please, don't start. I don't need to get laid. I'm perfectly fine."

She raised her eyebrow. "The only person that you have dated was my brother, and that was three years ago. You have jumped straight into your work. You barely go out as it is. I doubt that you ever had a one night stand. You need to get laid."

"I'm all right, Ginny," I snapped at her. Why was she suddenly becoming a pest about my sex life- or the lack of a sex life? I sighed as I saw her eyes drop. I guess she was right I need to get laid, desperately. "Fine, your right. I do need to get laid. Although, I don't want to sleep with anyone from the wizarding world. I don't want the papers to get the wind of my private life."

She squealed in happiness. "I knew that you were going to agree with me. You don't need to worry about the press. I have just the potion for you."

"It better not be poly juice," I told her sternly.

"It's not," she said. "It is a potion that will change your appearance for five hours. No one would know who you are. Even if you run into someone from the wizarding world."

Arthur's Point of View

I was nervous about tonight. I didn't know why I agreed to this. I didn't need to sleep with another woman. I already had the one that I love.

"Arthur, it is time for you to drink the potion," said Molly, as she came into our bedroom.

She handed me the potion. I scrunched up my nose and downed it. I could feel the potion effects on my body. I grew three inches taller. My stomach completely disappeared, I was finally able to see my feet. My shoulders became more muscular and well defined. My hair was raven black, and my once brown eyes turned dark blue. My cheeks turned firm. I looked like an entirely different man. I looked like I was in my mid-twenties and not my early fifties.

I turned towards my wife, as she eyed me up and down. She smiled at me, before giving me a piece of paper. "This is the place that you should go to find your one night stand. The owner is a squib who has a private room for flooing. Most of the partiers are muggles so you should find someone there."

I nodded my head at her. "When will I change back into my normal body?"

She smirked. "Two hours after you have two orgasms."

I gasped. "You naughty witch," I growled playfully in her ear, before swatting her but.

"You better leave before Ron comes home," said Molly, as she kissed my lips. She pulled away from me, and whispered seductively, "Have fun tonight."

Hermione's point of view

I can't believe Ginny. When I get my hands on her, she will regret it. The potions did do wonders for me. My curly brown hair turned into a honey blond with light brown highlights. My hazel eyes turned jade green. I was five inches taller than I normally was. My boobs grew three sizes larger. The potion even took away the curse scar caused by Bellatrix. I was wearing a light blue dress that hugged my body, especially around my boobs. The dress ended five inches above my knees. I only put on a pair of plain black heels to complete the outfit.

I had taken a deep breath before I apparated to the club that Ginny told me about. I knew this club wasn't going to have a lot of magical people attending tonight since there was a quittage match going on. I made my way through the crowded dance floor. There were several women, wearing even less than me, grinding on oily men. I rolled my eyes at them. I wasn't into the club scene. Why did Ginny send me to this place?

I made my way past many dancing bodies until I reached the bar. "Vodka, please," I asked the bartender, as I held out the money to him. He took the money and nodded his head. I didn't know if he was nodding at me or if he was dancing along with the music.

"You don't look like your enjoying yourself," said a guy to my left. My eyes widen. He was gorgeous. He had raven black hair that sparkled in the flashing lights. He has the deepest blue eyes that reminded me of the ocean. I could stare at them forever. He was taller than me, which was a good thing. I loved guys that were taller than me. He smirked at me. "Not into the club scene?"

"Not really," I responded, as the bartender handed me my drink. "My friend made me come out here tonight. She thinks that I work too hard and don't have any fun."

"I, surprisingly, have a friend that also thought that I needed to get out of the house, also." He responded. "What's your name? Mine's Artie."

"Jeanie," I told him. I wasn't going to be giving my real name to a potential one night stand. I also really hope that he was the guy who comes back to the hotel room with me.

Artie smiled at me, showing off his dimples. His hand tightened on his glass of beer. His eyes had roamed my body before he said, "That's a lovely name for a beautiful woman."

Blushing, I responded, "Thanks."

We spent hours talking, giving each other occasional flirting, which turned into light touching of the hands, arms, and legs. The touching turned into kissing and groping.

Artie and I made our way towards the hotel room that I rented earlier. Once Artie shut the door, he shoved me into the wall, as he kissed his way down my neck. His hands made their way down to my ass, as he lifted my dress off of my body, all I was left in was my panties.

I practically ripped the buttons off of his shirt. I needed him so much that I couldn't wait any longer. I needed to have him inside of me. I needed to have sex with this gorgeous man.

"Janie," Artie moaned as I slipped my hand down his pants, gripping his hardness. I could already tell he was larger than any guys that I have been with sexually. Artie groaned as he leaned his forehead against my neck. He took in shuttering breaths, as I worked my delicate hand around his impressive length harder. I whispered a silent spell that got rid of his pants and boxers. He moved his head away from my neck, his dark blue eyes darkening even further, "we should move this to the bed."

My eyes met his gorgeous ones. Biting my lip, I tightened my legs against his waist, pushing him further into me. He groaned, tilting his head back, as he started grinding into me. I pulled his head closer to mine, nibbling on his ear, whispering seductively, "I've always wanted to have rough sex against the wall."

He growled, before tearing off my panties, and rambed into hardness inside of me. "As you wish."

Nine months later

Hermione's Point of View

"She's beautiful, Hermione," said Ginny as she held my newborn daughter; Rose, closer to her. Rose had very light curly red hair, and blue eyes. "She could be a Weasley with that red hair."

"She's not," I told her. She can't be a Weasley. I didn't have sex with one. I did with Ron when we were together, but that was close to four years ago. Bill, Charlie, Percy, and Geroge were all happily married and wouldn't cheat on their wives. It couldn't have been Mr. Weasley, the guy that I've slept with had way more energy and was younger. Besides he had black hair, not red. "The guy that I slept with had black hair. Besides I didn't sleep with your brother, so she's, not a Weasley."

"I know she's not, Hermione," said Ginny, as she gave me back my daughter. "She just looks a bit like me when I was born."

"Excuse me, Miss," said a young female healer as she entered my room. "Visiting hours are over. "

Ginny gave me a hesitant smile. "I will see you tomorrow, Monie."

"By Ginny," I said to her before she walked out of the hospital room.

"Do you need anything Miss, Granger?" asked the healer as she checked the Rose over.

"I was wondering if you do paternity testing? And if it's confidential?"

"We do paternity testing here, and it is confidential. Will you like me to perform one on your daughter?"

"Yes, please," I said to her.

The healer nodded. She picked up Rose from my hands and placed her in the bassinet beside me. She took out her wand and muttered something underneath her breath, so she didn't wake up Rose. Her eyes widened slightly.

"Who is he?" I asked her, biting my lip nervously.

"Her father is Arthur Weasley."

Crap, I thought.

There are so few Arthur and Hermione fics out there, and this one suddenly popped into my head. I will make this longer than a one shot if anyone wants it longer.