Hermione couldn't sleep. Her youngest, Hugo, had gotten on the train to Hogwarts that day. She didn't know what she would do now, with her free time. She was a busy woman, of course. She had her husband, she had a full-time job at the ministry, sure, but Rose and Hugo were her favorite parts of the day.
She would get home from work, she would cook up dinner and help them with their schoolwork. She would read them stories every night. Hugo's favorite this year had been Lord of the Rings. She would read to him, and sometimes he would read, and she would listen to her intelligent little boy, stroking his soft auburn hair and reminiscing about when he was just a baby, and his stories were much less intricate.
Ron was an Auror. He worked late, and that left most of the responsibility to her, and she was okay with that. Things had been pretty strained between them - not bad, exactly, just not great. After knowing each other for 22 years, there wasn't much to learn about each other. They got married as soon as she graduated Hogwarts 14 years ago and their daughter Rose was born 10 months after. She was pregnant with Hugo before Rosie's first birthday.
Making love had always been familiar - it was nice, but there was no excitement. Hermione read the romance novels, and had come to the conclusion that that type of romance didn't exist in real life. There was no screaming orgasm, no pool of heat deep in her belly. There were no fireworks.
Her's and Ron's first kiss wasn't magical, so much as destiny. It had always felt right. She loved him, she really did, but with the children at school, it was harder to ignore that there was something missing.
She rolled over and stared at her husband's face, peaceful in sleep. Ron's bright hair was cut very short, and she could see every freckle on his handsome face. He was so grown up from when they married. She kissed his cheek and he furrowed his brow, opening his eyes slightly. "Go to bed, Mione, it's been a long day." He groaned, rolling to away from her. Hermione sighed. She left their bed, went downstairs, and made herself a cup of chamomile tea, before falling asleep on her couch.