Caribbean Queen
She never meant for him to see her.
It was never meant for anyone to see, for that matter.
Hermione was on top of the kitchen table, holding a wooden spoon to her lips with her shoes kicked off into the pantry, somehow. She had her hair up in a messy ponytail, and wore nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of baggy plaid pants.
It was a sight to be seen, but he couldn't deny just how attractive she looked, while at the same time looking more ridiculous than ever.
In their two years of marriage, Ron Weasley had never seen Hermione in the way she was at that moment.
He smiled wide, having dropped the bag of groceries on the floor. They scattered everywhere, but neither one of them really cared.
Hermione blushed a deep red colour seeing her husband standing in the doorway to their kitchen. She couldn't find the words to explain just what it was she had been doing.
Let's just say, she had the radio up loud, and a particular song she was not rather happy about blared from its speakers throughout the whole house.
Caribbean Queen, now we're sharing the same dream.
Ron chuckled, "Bloody hell."
Note: I know this might not have made any sense at all, but I wanted to write it down anyways. I was originally thinking about Draco dancing and singing to Caribbean Queen, but I knew that would only happen in another dimension. So ooc for our typical Draco. So I put Hermione in his place and kept her with Ron in this short little whatever. Can you picture Draco Malfoy dancing to a Billy Ocean song with his shirt half-buttoned, tie pulled loose and looking sexy, but ridiculous too? I can. It's amusing, and frightening at the same time. :D