"I'm home!" Ron yelled as he slammed the door upon entering his and Hermione's flat, muting the sounds of busy London outside.
There was no answer, but Ron smirked, threw his overcoat on the coat hanger in the corner with force, causing it to rock back and forth. Turning the corner and ruffling his hair, he spotted his wife sprawled on the floor, surrounded in papers. Hermione's hair was in a bun, but most of it had fallen out and crowded her face. She looked up at Ron and let out a relieved sigh and smiled back at him. Getting up, she knocked over a tower of papers. Annoyed, she looked at her husband who was smirking at her and holding a white plastic bag in his hand. She smiled again, happy, and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
"I brought dinner" He replied after they broke apart. "And it looks like you could use a break."
They unpacked the soup that Ron had picked up from that little place around the corner and moved back into the living room, soup in hand, and flopped down on the couch. Hermione leaned against the arm and put her legs across Ron's lap, cuddling her soup. Ron grabbed the blanket that was hung along the back of the couch and draped it across his lap, and Hermione's legs.
The admired the mountains of papers on the floor in front of them as Hermione ranted about the latest crises at her new job in Magical Law Enforcement and about how she can't believe it has only been the second month and she was already drowning in her work. Ron listened and commented and reassured while Hermione continued on for what was probably forty-five minutes, but to the both of them, felt like five. The two had been married for... what was it... 6 months now? While Hermione was in between jobs, and Ron in between missions, the two had decided on a nice September wedding. It had been a quaint ceremony. It was not like the two of them to have a big wedding anyway. Just family and their closest friends from D.A. Before that, the two had been engaged for almost two years and had watched Percy and Audrey, George and Angelina, and Harry and Ginny get engaged and get married, and the time had just seemed right.
The sun had set behind the surrounding buildings, and the room was getting dark. Ron got up to turn on the light, and Hermione gathered the dishes. Meeting up again the kitchen, Ron sat on the counter looking at the Daily Prophet headlines, while Hermione did the dishes - by hand of course.
"Anyway, you know tomorrow we have to go the burrow for brunch." Ron groaned, tossing aside the Daily Prophet. He did love his family, but he also loved sleeping in on Saturdays. "Oh stop. It will be nice to see everyone! Its been a while you know." Hermione turned around, having finished the dishes, and crossed her arms at Ron. It was true though. It had been about three weeks since the family had gotten together, a pretty long break, as usually the Weasley clan met up almost every weekend. Harry and Ron of course saw each other everyday, and Hermione had seen Ginny for lunch earlier that week, but they hadn't seen George and his family, Percy and his family, or Bill and his family in a while. Not to mention that Charlie had been stuck in Romania since November.
Regathering himself, Ron hopped off the counter and grabbed Hermione's shoulders smiling, and running his hands up and down her arms.
"I know..." He smirked at her.
"No. Not tonight, Ronald Weasley. I have work to do!"
"It's Friday!"
"But we have brunch tomorrow!"
"And tomorrow's Saturday!"
"I have to work!" Hermione walked away with purpose, but stopped in the doorway to smile and Ron, who shook his head and laughed.
