the week isn't over yet but.. here you are chapter two! it was written and ready, waiting only to be published so I thought: why make you wait?...enjoy! ;)

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That evening Hermione was in a very good mood and could be seen singing and doing little dancing steps around her yellow kitchen while finishing to prepare dinner.

"you had a good day, I presume" a good humoured, deep voice called from the doorway.

Hermione turned around smiling to face Ron, that was casually leaning on the doorframe watching her, his travel cloak still on.

"a very good one indeed, if you ask me!" she replied getting closer and giving him a quick kiss on the lips "how about yours? I actually missed you a lot.."

"I missed you too, you know" he mumbled, capturing her waist with his hands and keeping her close "Ministry is a real chaos even on Sunday.. I swear, sometimes I think that old Bole does it on purpose to make us do extra absolutely urgent paperwork just to keep him some company during weekends.."

Hermione laughed thinking at the old lonely man and then at her poor fiancée and all the reports and schedules that he and Harry had been probably obliged to write..

"if it can make you feel any better, I've prepared your favourite dinner.." she said trying to cheer him up.

As a matter of fact, a bright smile appeared on his freckled face. Seriously, making Ron happy was one of the simplest things in the world, especially if you know how to cook.

"Really?" he asked, grinning like a child "Balti and pudding? Honey, you're the best!"

"uhm.. really.." Hermione shifted from one foot to the other. That was unexpected! "then.. your second favourite dish maybe? My balti isn't still even half as good as your mother's but.. I made you shepherd's pie and vanilla pudding!"

His smile didn't falter not even for a split second

"you're the best anyway, 'Mione.. really, really the best!"

"yeah, yeah sure.." she laughed wriggling out of his grasp to attend to her oven "you should taste it before saying something you could possibly regret of.."

Ron rolled his eyes to the ceiling. Always the same modest Hermione! Sure, she wasn't at his mother's cooking levels (yet!), but she was a formidable cook when she put herself into it..

They ate as their usual in her candle-lit little dining room, chatting about their days, Harry and Ginny, his parents, her parents and all their small things while soft music played from Hermione's old stereo.

"so, did you go again to that antique market of yours?" he inquired smiling over his (delicious) pudding.

"yes I did!" she replied with a proud smile playing on her lips "and I bought –"

"let me guess!" he interrupted "books? Again?" he laughed at her annoyed expression and then added glancing down at Crookshanks that was lazily sitting on the couch "you should keep a better look on this witch, Crooks, or one day or the other there won't be any more space for either of us inside here with all these books.."

He could see Hermione's cheeks turning red even in that dim fluttering light while she got ready to fire back an adequate answer. Oh, how he loved to rile her up!

"for your information, Mr. Weasley" she leaned over the table pointing one finger at his chest "I bought only three this time and –"

"Oh! Only three?" he quirked an eyebrow with mocking surprise "well, that's a real improvement darling!"

Hermione almost growled and pocked his chest hard "they were absolutely -"

"absolutely... necessary?" he cut her again, watching as she grew even redder and her eyes shot him daggers. Merlin, if he was having fun!

"absolutely rare, Ronald" damn. She calling him by first name and that deadly calm tone of hers, those were the signals of an incoming storming rage.. "I.. I couldn't just let this chance slip!"

He smiled again, capturing her hand before she had the chance to poke him again and turned her wrist to kiss her knuckles, catching her off-guard.

"can't believe you still fall for this, Hermione" he laughed softly at her puzzled expression and kissed her palm instead "I thought I already told you that as far as I'm concerned, you can buy the whole Hogwarts' library if that makes you happy, and still you get all worked up for a bit of teasing.."

She relaxed against his hand and smiled, not letting his fingers go.

"well then, if that's the case.."

He dramatically threw his eyes in the air, but this time both of them ended up laughing.

"oh, and by the way Mr. Nice-Joke, I didn't buy only books this morning!" she smiled, getting up and starting to clear the table from the remnants of their dinner.

Ron stood up too to help her, thinking what else she could have found in that odd place she loved so much.. for sure, she had already bought her Christmas presents: he knew her too well, she wasn't the last-minute-gift kind of person like he was and, by the way, he had already found the parcels she had hidden around the house.. Being an auror could come really handy when he needed to outsmart the brightest witch of their age!

But then.. what did she buy? Something for her parents maybe?

"don't overwork your brain, love" she joked taking the glasses from his hands and carefully putting them in the sink "I can already see smoke coming out of your ears.."

"then enlighten me, oh mighty one!" he mocked, lightly pulling at her arm to make her turn around and once more capturing her in a tight embrace.

"let me go, Ron!" she giggled, trying to break free from his grip. No such luck.

"not until you solve the mystery, madam!" he wriggled his eyebrows, making her giggle even more.

"okay, okay, I'll tell you.. but only because I have a kitchen to clean and I –"

Keeping one arm around her waist, he used the other to randomly wave his wand over the sink, making the dishes clatter and zoom out of it still half covered in soap.

"Ron!" she protested offended by how poorly her service was being treated

"what?"

She shot him a dark glare.

"I just wanted to help, honey, and using magic was the fastest way to do it" he grinned apologetically, hoping to avoid a tantrum.

To his huge relief, the witch just sighed letting the argument slip and her brown eyes returned back to their normal sparkling honeyed selves.

"so...hmm.. what about the mysterious acquirement you did?" Ron pressed, sliding one hand up her back to her curls "I just hope it has something to do with black lace undergarments... antique black lace undergarments, of course.."

Hermione laughed and shook her head.

"I'm afraid it doesn't, dear.." she replied to his utmost disappointment, nibbling his lower lip "and well, I just thought.. since you played unfairly with my poor plates before, now it's only equal if I play a little bit dirty too.."

"uh, I like it when you –"

"not that kind of dirty play, Ron" she interrupted his husked voice rolling her eyes, but a smile tugged her lips "what I mean is that now you'll have to guess!"

Ron dropped his head and groaned in her neck, involuntarily sending little shivers down her spine.

"you're absolutely mean, especially since we have already made it clear that it's nothing like a sexy nightdress or similar.." he protested "what if I try to corrupt judge, jury and barrister and make them change their mind, hm?"

"that is not –"

Hermione didn't have time to finish her answer that he had already covered her mouth with his and kissed her deeply and slowly, making all her body tingle and melt against his own.

They stood embraced like that, kissing by the sink with hands in each other's hair for a few good minutes, until Hermione broke the kiss, cheeks definitely flushed and a malicious glint in her eyes.

"okay, that was unfair too, Mr Weasley!" she had meant to say it with a straight face, but somehow her facial muscles just didn't seem to cooperate and she had ended up smiling instead "just for this once I'll make an exception.. but just for once!"

Ron grinned broadly and with a swift movement lifted her from the ground, making her squeak in surprise and laugh.

"Ron! What.. what are you doing?" she chuckled while he effortlessly carried her bridal way through the kitchen's door and into the dining room.

"hmm let's say that I changed my mind.. I think I've just found something that interests me a lot more than some mystery.."

Hermione laughed again, kicking off her shoes along the way to her bedroom ,and kissed her man like there was no tomorrow.

"darling if you kiss me that way I'm afraid I won't make it to your bed.." he commented with a low growl through the kissing while she sneaked her arms around his neck and started passing her fingers through his hair.

But Hermione evidently thought it differently.

"now that you mention it" she whispered, her lips only millimetres away from his ear "I think that I wouldn't really mind doing it on the table.. or on the couch.. or on the carpet, for all that I care.."

Ron groaned, trying to keep his concentration up and not to drop Hermione there and then just because of her husky voice whispering into his ear.. and her fingers scratching his scalp... and her lips now kissing down his jaw.. and..

"about that lacy black outfit.. would it make any difference if I'm wearing it now?" he heard her malicious voice whispering against his neck, making all his resolutions to stay calm crumble down like a castle of sand.

He couldn't suppress another groan, the scene of what was going to happen already playing in slow motion inside his mind. Definitely, the table wasn't a bad idea after all.. as the things were, it was the only aviable option actually.

He looked down at the woman in his arms that was now smiling back at him like a Cheshire cat.

"sweet Circe, you'll be the death of me woman.."

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