She moved over to his side of the bed. She always slept there when he was out on missions. It comforted her, Hermione had realised the third time she spent the nigth alone. She never liked beeing without him and never slept well whilst he was away. Ron had a dangerous job, she knew that of course. Beeing an Auror wasn't the kind of job an avrage witch or wizard could manage, she told Ron every time she had the occation.

She still couldn't sleept though. He had been away for five days, and yet she hadn't closed her eyes. Her body resisted the temptation of falling asleep. The sheets on his side were cold, her eyes slowly began to finally give in to sleep, when she heard it. The fireplace was buling fire for a few secons before the sound dissapeard and was replaced by footsteps. The door to their bedroom slowly creeped open and the long, masquline figure that was Ron Weasly enterd the room. He smiled at the sigth of his girl on his side of the bed. He bent down by the rigth end of the bed, kissing the top of her head.

"How long have you been awake mione" Ron whispred tiredly as she threw her arms around his neck. As Hermione let go her eyes widen.

" what happen to youre face?" She asked worridly tracing her fingers over the small cuts with bits of dried blood on his cheeks, forehead and chin.

"You didn't answer my question" Ron said standing up taking of his big coat and millatary boots.

"RONALD WEASLY, Hermione shouted, don't you dare change the subdject" She was now sitting up looking at him with a mixture of anger and worry. He signed as he piller of the rest of his cloths beside his boxers.

" there was some wrong information and there was an ambush, not to worry mione no one got killed and the bad guys are locked up. Bet they think twice about there carriers after five years in azkaban." He threw his dirty cloths in the laundry basket and went inside the bathroom. Hermione shook her head as she moved out of bed and carried the laundry basket to the washroom. She was in the middle of sorting Ron's cloths in the three piles she had alredy started to short all of the dirty cloths into, when Ron appeard in a new pared of boxers, wet hair and a towel around his neck. He had most likely taken one of his five minutes shower.

" Mione what are you doing?" He asked ruffeling his gorgeous red hair of his. Hermione tried to hide a yawn as she put his coat into the first of the tree piles.

"I'm washing cloths Ronald, what does it look like?" She said with a tiny bit of annoyance in her voice.

"Bloody hell youre not, its freaking 4 a'clock in the morning, you can do that later" He complained as he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Hermione squimed a bit before hitting Ron ligthly on his back.

"Ron i have feet i can walk on my own, and you know i don't like higths" Ron tapped her ligthly on her butt, before throwing her on the soft bed, quickly following.

" i haven't seen my future wife in five days and she wants to wash cloths, not happening." Before Hermione could response he had pressed his lips on hers, kissing her deeply.

"You still didn't answer my question" he said after a few minutes of a steaming make out session. Hermione looked up at him with tired eyes, rubbing them sligthly.

" i'm awake" she said while putting a small kiss on his lips. Ron cursed

" Mione you have to sleep, otherwise i'll worry and can't focus on my work, neither can you at the ministry with your lack of sleep." She nodded a bit to mark that she understood his concerns.

" i'm worried about you to"

" i know mione, i know. But this is what i do. I can't just let it go" she pulled him into a deepening kiss, ruffeling his hair with her fingers softly.

" i am so proud of you Ronald Billius Weasley, and i love you more than you can imagen" Ron laughed a little before he took her small hand in his and lifted it to his lips, kissing the ring he gave her two months ago.

" I love you too, and i always will"