Ron woke up to what sounded like someone drilling into a wall. He was gonna kill those bloody neighbours. He didn't care anymore that they were in their eighties or that they always invited them over for tea, or that the lady baked incredible cookies. This was the third time this week they'd seemed it fit to put up shelves at three in the morning. Doing his best not to wake Hermione up, and resiting the urge to just bang a wall, any wall, he got out of bed and pulled his nigh-robe closer around him as he walked down the hallway.

The drilling had stopped and as he walked across the cold living room floor. The kitchen light was on. That was odd. Hermione was always careful to turn off all the lights before they went to bed. Then, he saw the shadow in the door opening.

"Hermione?"

She looked up from whatever she was doing over at the counter. There was flour on her cheeks and she sported a wide smile. Her eyes sparkled. "Hi."

"What…what're you doing?" Ron looked around at the kitchen. The sink was filled with cups, bowls and what looked like a large torture device.

"I'm baking."

"You're… it's three am."

"I'm doing muffins." She jumped up to sit on the kitchen counter and smiled at Ron.

"Why the bloody hell are you baking muffins at three in the morning?"

"Because." She dangled her legs an there was a light thod each time they hit the counter"I felt like it. Why are you awake?" She pulled him towards her. "Couldn't sleep without me, could you." She leaned forward and rubbed her nose against his.

"Sure." He kissed her lightly. "No, the neighbours are drilling in the bloody wall again."

"Really? I didn't hear anything?"

"You must be deaf. I heard it all the way from the bedroom."

"Ronald…" She shook her head and reached over to the sink. Taking the torture device in one hand, she plugged it in with the other.

"Woah, you don't have to dig out my insides! I won't complain about the drilling, or call you deaf-"

She turned it on, laughing. At him, he assumed.

"This." The noise was still going. And it sounded weirdly like…a drill. "Is an electric mixer." She turned it off.

"I'm an idiot."

"Yeah." She smiled. "But you're my idiot." She pulled him closer to her and wrapped her arms around his neck. He leaned in and kissed her. Slowly and softly. Her hands moved up and were combing through the tangles in his hair that was overdue for a haircut. She drew in a sharp breath as he stroke his hand along her jawline and down her neck.

When the timer went off, he wanted to ignore it. He didn't want it to stop.

"Ron." She pulled away slightly. "The oven."

"It can wait." Ron kissed her again.

"Are you mad? We'll burn the house down?"

"Right." He pulled away enough to allow her to jump down from the counter. "Wouldn't want that."

"It might shut the neightbors up." Hermione laughed and bent down to open the oven door.

"Oh shut up." Ron poked his tounge at her.

"What if I wont?" She straitened up again, showing off a tray of perfectly made muffins.

"Wha…wait, you can bake? Why am I always the one baking?"

"You never asked if I could do it."

"No…I mean. I didn't think…"

"Honestly Ronald. You read in the book, and you do what it says."

"Of course there's a book." Ron muttered, smiling.

"There's always a book." She took a muffin from the tray and bit into it.

"You're beautiful." Ron let the words slip out.

"You're beautiful too." Hermione leaned against his chest and he leaned forward to kiss the top of her head. She looked up and, standing up on her toes, she pushed her lips against his.

"You taste like cookies." Ron mumbled into her lips.