On those nights it was cold, and lonely; she would curl up in bed, worried. There was no way to contact him, to know he was alright, and it scared her to no end. It was not the same as when they were younger. For she had gone with him then, and could watch both of her boys, make sure they were alright. But Harry and Ron were not with her anymore, they were gone from her in that sense. They would and could never be the golden trio again. They could never go on missions again to defeat the evil. Only Harry and Ron could do that. Hermione knew it, yet it pained her every night that she was left alone in her and Ron's flat. Her husband and her brother were not with her and she had no idea if they would come back, for Aurors are killed all the time during their services.
Hermione tried to get her mind to move elsewhere. She would think about the work that she had to do, and she would stay up until he arrived back home to wake her gently from were she was sitting at her desk. He would get her up, kiss her, and they would go to sleep. Usually he was not gone for longer than a night or two.
This time, it was longer, she had not heard from him in two weeks. She curled up in bed, scared to fall asleep, for she had already, and had woken herself, screaming, for it was that recurring dream of Bellatrix and the Crutiatious curse and Ron yelling her name. She rolled over, into the spot that he normally slept, it was cold. She got up out of bed and went to the bathroom, standing, leaning against the sink, trying to gain control of herself after the nightmare. She looked at the wall, and saw Ron's bathrobe hanging from a hook. She took it, wrapped herself in it, and went back into their bedroom. She lay back down, on his side of the bed, and buried her face in his robe, reveling in his scent. Eventually, she fell back asleep, but it was a light, cautious sleep, easily interrupted.
Hermione was woken easily, about three hours later, when Ron came home. He kissed her gently, and made to climb onto the other side of the bed, her side, but it woke her up. Her eyes blinked a couple of times and she smiled up at him and tried to sit up. He didn't let her, instead, he kissed her, laying down next to her.
She was glad now, that he was safe and well, and that life could return to normal until the next Auror trip would come and separate them again. Hermione kissed him back, and their kisses were passionate, feverish, never ending.