A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters.
Breakfast was silent, Ron reading the paper while Hermione poked at her food. He glanced up once at her, and then turned his attention back to the daily news. They never discussed the paper anymore. Apparently, Ron couldn't handle Hermione pointing out the bias on some of the articles.
"If that's what they meant, they would have said it," he'd argued. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, wondering how she had ended up with someone so dense.
"Maybe because they couldn't actually go out and say it? Maybe because saying anything about pure blood superiority is practically a crime right now? Or maybe their editors told them it would alienate their audience too much. Or the ministry isn't in support of that particular position right now?"
"You're reading too much into it Hermione. Sometimes things just are." He'd ignored her the rest of that morning and she had a feeling he'd only understood half of what she'd even said.
"'Mione, can we have something different for breakfast? I'm tired of eggs," he stated. She looked up at him. It was hard enough to be bothered to make a breakfast when she wasn't interested in eating.
"Sure, fine," she answered. "Just write it on the grocery list," she added. "That way I know what you'd like."
"Kay. I'd better get going. Let me know what that owl arrives," he said standing. She rose also and walked him to the door.
"Love you 'Mione."
"Love you too, Ron," she echoed as he kissed her on the cheek before leaving. Once he was gone, she glanced around the kitchen. She cleaned off the table, washed the dishes, and wondered what she wanted to do today. Nothing sounded good, not even reading. She shrugged, heading into the living room, she glanced around and started reorganizing the bookshelf.
Noon came before she knew it and Ron was home again for lunch. He liked to come home for lunch, show he could come and go as he pleased. Hermione knew she could do the same, but where would she go? She didn't have any friends to hang out with, not with Harry gone. On days she worked, she had that routine, but on her days off, she didn't know what to do with herself.
"This is good, you should keep this recipe," Ron said with his mouth full of food. She hated how he had never learned proper table manners, even after years of repeatedly telling him.
"I'll file it with the other ones you liked," she replied. There hadn't been a recipe, she'd been so lost, so just out of it, she'd thrown half the food in the fridge in a casserole dish and called it a meal. She'd have to go shopping later this week, a task she was seriously starting to dread, all those people...she really just wanted to crawl back in bed and pull the blankets over her head.
"Work's going well, got a new case, so there'll be a fair amount of paperwork. I wish I had known being a auror was all filing and paperwork, it's boring Hermione."
"You're still new, I mean, once you get more experience, I'm sure there will be more interesting assignments."
"Maybe, but if I get this position, being a Quiddich player, that's much more exciting. Have there been any owls yet?"
"No, not yet. It's been a quiet day."
"Oh, mum said we should come over for Sunday night dinner." Hermione nodded although she really didn't want to deal with Sunday night dinner at the Burrow. Mrs. Weasley, like Ron, wanted them to start a family.
"Alright. Is everyone going this week?" she asked. Maybe she could spend that time talking to Fleur, see how the French dealt with the inequalities between wizards and humanoid creatures.
"I think so, why?"
"I wanted to talk to Fleur about some things," she stated.
"Alright, well, I've got to get back. I'll see you for dinner, maybe a roast?" Hermione smiled. A roast, she could do that, just put it in the oven and let it cook itself.
"I'll see you then," she said as he kissed her and headed back to the ministry.
