"Ronald Bilius Weasley, I am not your maid!" Hermione shrieked, face flushed with anger.

"Come on, you know doing the dishes isn't my thing." Ron asserted, with his usual aloofness.

Her hands were balled up into fists, white at the knuckles. Gulping was his (very natural) reaction. It was very hard to anger Hermione, but once you did that, then only divine intervention can save you. Ron started praying silently to whatever deities he could remember. This will not end well, his mind was screeching at him (it did learn from experience that Hermione Granger was not a witch to be crossed, ever).

"We'd not have a problem if it was just the dishes. What about the laundry, cleaning the house, doing the shopping, cooking, and even taking out the trash?" Hermione asked, now seething.

"Hermione, you never complained about any of this ever! What am I, psychic?" He inquired defensively.

"Do not pretend you don't know what I am talking about." She glared at him while hissing the words.

Ron stopped to think about this. Everything had been going well between them. They even agreed to add some excitement to the relationship. Just yesterday he bought... The realization hit him like the Hogwarts Express.

"The outfit." Ron said, barely suppressing a smile.

"Yes Ronald, the outfit." Hermione replied, now just annoyed.

"I didn't get that for... cleaning." Ron said lasciviously.

Hermione looked puzzled. She scrunched up her face. Her eyes then widened.

"Oh. OH!" Hermione blushed.

She didn't have a problem being that kind of maid.


Made for the November Monthly Het-Tastic Drabble-Athon Competition, Connect the Characters Challenge.

Prompt: 2. Maid

Character: Hermione Granger

Pairing: Hermione Granger / Ron Weasley