Hermione took a step back admiring her work. It wasn't easy to perform a Bedazzling Hex on such a large scale, but it was done. Hermione looked around; she wished someone was with her. Ginny would never believe her if she told her she had covered up an entire skyscraper with a Bedazzling Hex.

As part of Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, Hermione was used to stuff like this. Though she had never needed to create a charm this big, she dealt with dung bombs, splinching, and children's mishaps on a regular basis. She enjoyed her work, it wasn't easy, but she liked it.

Hermione did a final walk around, checking that nothing could reveal the purple building. A small child, no more than 6 had been throwing a tantrum when her mother turned to see a bright green building and a smiling daughter. The mother had of course tried to turn it back without her wand, only to turn it a bright shade of blue.

The building had finally come to rest on purple after many of her colleagues had tried to turn it back to normal. Hermione had been called in as a last resort, though of course it was her day off but, she decided it was best to turn it invisible temporarily until someone could figure out exactly what the child had done.

Sighing, Hermione apparated to the Burrow for the weekly dinner with the Weasleys. Even though they wasn't really Weasleys, she and Harry were honorary members as they were dating family. Hermione and Harry were forced by penalty of the cold shoulder by Mrs. Weasley, to come every Friday night to eat the delicious food they prepare. Though of course she and Harry weren't complaining, it was the finest in Britain.

She found herself staring at a cheerful house, which she knew had been fixed up in the last few years curtsy of the twin's new-found riches. It had a fresh coat of glossy paint and the garden (though still containing gnomes,) had beautiful flours scattered in a very professional looking way. The path was paved with a nicer rock than before too. Hermione loved everything about the Burrow, new and old, though Ron's room was her favorite by far, only they knew why.

" 'Ermione!" Ron yelled with his mouth full as she entered. They had begun to eat without her. Glancing at her watch she realized just how late she was.

"Sorry, I got caught up at work; a six year old turned an entire building green. But of course the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad is no help what so ever and they call in me on my day off!" she sat down next to Ron and planted a kiss on his cheek.

He kissed her back giving her a mouth giving her a spot of mashed potatoes on her cheek. "Ron!" she yelled at this wiping them off her face with a laugh. She smeared it on his cheek playfully and reached for the chicken.

"You can't be late so often Hermione." Harry said from the other side of the table. "Then I'm the one they ask all the questions to, and you know I never know what goes on. I'm stuck in my office organizing Aurors to the various locations of supposed death eaters or answering phone calls of parents," Harry put on a high voice," my Stephanie isn't a death eater, how could you bring her into questioning. I remember last week…" he trailed off with a look of disgust. "And if I'm not explaining procedure to angry parents I'm capturing death eaters myself."

Hermione smiled at him, he was exaggerating of course. There were still death eaters out there these days, even after the three years that had come and gone since the death of the Dark Lord. Harry, Hermione and Ron had all become temporary Aurors. Though Harry had stayed on ending up head of the Auror Office, and Ron and Hermione had been offered spots, the two decided to decline. Hermione had gone on to help out in the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes while Ron had joined George in the joke shop.

Dinner continued with talk of Mr. Weasley's discovery of a pair of scissors that had been enchanted by a teen to cut his ex-girlfriends hair shorter every night. Also of George's latest invention, cobweb candies.

"They taste like that muggle stuff, cotton candy, but they're shaped like cobwebs and their harder, so they're easier to eat." George explained waving his punctured sausage around enthusiastically. "Then when you eat them, the tips of your hair turn the color of the stuff. We have pink, green, blue and I'm working on a black one, for our more Goth customers."

"Don't go testing those black ones on yourself dear." Mrs. Weasley said with a tone of slight worry. "Imagine your nice read hair with black tips. It'd be worse than Bill's long hair. Oh my."

George rolled his eyes and Hermione laughed. She always enjoyed the company of the Weasleys. There was no place that she could ever remember being happier.

Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Harry walked up the stairs of the burrow full to bursting with delectable food. They flopped down onto the floor with exploding snap cards.

"Hermione," Ginny asked, "why didn't you ever try Quidditch?"

Ginny was a former professional Quidditch player was now a correspondent to the Daily Prophet for a Quidditch column. Hermione was the only one in the group who hadn't played.
"Is this going to be in an article because I'm not a big fan of being in the paper." she said smiling and placing down two cards.

"No, just wondering."

Hermione watched, and then laughed as Ron put down a card that exploded burning his fingers. "Dunno, I stunk at flying in my first year and I guess I just never felt like I could be good enough. Besides, my mind was always on my studies."

"Yah, you focused nonstop on your studies." Ron said nursing his fingers. "You needed to get out more."

"Well I think I got out enough for a lifetime after the Horcrux hunt. Don't you?"

"Actually," Harry replied lying down onto his back after tossing a card down onto the pile. "I wouldn't mind another adventure, though I don't really want to. It'd be fun, but I'd rather to settle down."

He sat up and wrapped his arm around Ginny kissing her on the head.

"Harry you're so queer." she said poking him between the ribs and his hip so he squirmed.

"Hey, what's that for?"

"It's the way you say that stuff, it's like your making fun of us." She sounded both annoyed and joking. Hermione didn't know exactly what she was getting at it or weather it was good or bad.

"Sorry, I don't mean it like that; don't get all in a twist."

Ginny rolled her eyes. But burst into laughter as Harry put down his cards only to have them explode removing all the hair from his finely toned arms. Harry glared but Ginny didn't seem to mind.

It wasn't the best of nights for the friends, and it wouldn't get much better.