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Hermione woke up and slowly climbed out of bed, making sure not to disturb Ron. On the stairs she did her best to avoid the planks that creak as she headed down to the kitchen. She returned half an hour later with a levitated tray containing two cups of coffee and two plates of chocolate chip pancakes (Ron's favourite breakfast that he discovered during his visit to America). Hermione placed the tray on his night-stand before leaning down to wake him with a kiss.
"Just five more minutes" groaned Ron, pulling a pillow over his face. "It would be a shame to let these pancakes go cold" Hermione smiled. With that, Ron shot up, giving his wife a proper kiss and muttered "Happy Valentine's day" before diving in.
A few hours later, Hermione received two owls in the Great Hall over lunch. She smiled as she opened the packages to reveal a bouquet of lilies and a box of strawberry chocolates. Neville and Bill immediately started to tease Ron in his absence. "The lucky bloke actually remembered" said Neville. The comment was instantly followed by: "Little brother's finally growing up" from Bill. Nevertheless, Hermione was still touched and sent Ron a message via patronus to say thanks. Her patronus found Ron in his office having lunch with Harry. "You better thank your mother for reminding you" said Harry, earning him an eye roll from Ron.
When Hermione got home after a late shift, she found Ron standing on the stairs in his pyjamas holding a rose. He gave her the rose and took her bag. "Go change into something comfortable and meet me at the back door" he grinned. Hermione smiled to herself as she went to go get changed.
The sun was pretty much set outside, the last few rays of sunshine disappearing. Ron had set up a picnic underneath a tree with jars of fireflies and bluebell flames lighting the blanket. The couple leaned against a propped up pillow and Ron reached for the basket. In the basket, Ron had packed Hermione's favourite fast food- chicken wraps- , potato salad and mint mojitos. "Milady" Ron said as he handed her a wrap. "Thanks" "Well, you deserve a little spoiling after all research for spew and dealing with my brother at work" Hermione rolled her eyes but still leaned over to kiss him. When it was time for pudding, Ron insisted on feeding Hermione her peppermint tart. "You know I've been feeding myself for a while now" she teased. "But this is more romantic" said Ron. "What do you know about romance? Back at Hogwarts you had the emotional range of a teaspoon" Hermione, however, allowed him to feed her anyway.
Once all the food was finished, they released the fireflies into the air, watching as they danced through the dark sky until it was impossible to distinguish between the stars and the insects and only the light from the blue flames remained. Ron piggybacked Hermione as he ran through the grass, disturbing a few fireflies before heading inside. The house was completely silent, for Harry had taken Ginny out for the night, and Kreacher was in his room. Ron led them to the bathroom, which was lit by scented candles and covered in rose petals. "Somebody's trying to get lucky tonight" said Hermione, laughing as Ron's ears turned red.
After undressing the two sank into the hot water, Hermione's back against Ron's chest. They just relaxed as Ron traced absent-minded patterns on Hermione's stomach. "I never thought we would have moments like this. I didn't even think we would survive the war, I wasn't even sure I wanted to after you left" said Hermione, although the last part came out as a mere whisper. Ron apologised again, but Hermione stopped him. "You can stop apologising. You've made up for that about 100 times over. You came back and that is why I love you" "Is that the only reason?" Ron teased. "Shut up" Hermione said as she flipped over to kiss him. The kiss was slow and passionate as their wet, naked bodies touched on every possible surface. When they finally pulled apart, Ron heard something along the lines of "Bed, now" escape Hermione's lips.
They got out of the tub, using magic to dry themselves. The incantation was muttered between kisses as they slowly walked towards the bed. Hermione landed with her back on the mattress as Ron reached past Hermione to get her a pillow, something they had discovered was more comfortable for her. Hermione felt something furry against her arm and saw Ila, the cat, walking across the bed. "Ron, stop" she said against his lips. "Why?" he asked, a look of concern crossing his face. "Ila is in here, we'll scar her for life" she answered. "She's a cat, she won't understand" Ron said with another kiss. "She'll understand plenty, and it will mess her up to see mummy and daddy snogging and having sex." "It's pretty hard to mess up a cat" Ron said, but he got up anyway to shut Ila out of the room before returning to the bed to shag his wife.