A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters.

"Do you have to leave so soon?" Hermione asked watching Ron packing his suitcase. It was barely even sunrise. She still had a few hours before she had to leave for work.

"I know, I know, but the team wants me to be closer for opening week. I need all the practice I can get. Don't worry, I'll be back in a week, I promise." Hermione nodded kissing Ron. He slid the suitcase from the bed pushing his wife onto the bed.

"I can stay a bit longer," he whispered slowly undoing her shirt. He smiled at her sliding off his pants as he mounted her and vanished her skirt and panties. As he moved against her, she wondered if this would ever feel the way she'd heard it described, if she would ever feel the pleasure she was supposed to. Ron finished kissing her roughly before sliding from the bed.

"I love you, and I will see you in a week, I promise, 'Mione." He dressed, grabbed his suitcase and apparated from their doorstep. Hermione blinked looking down at her missing clothing. She sat up slowly, her thighs ached and she was sore. She bit back tears as she walked to the bathroom and cleaned herself up. She wondered, not for the first time, if this was what sex was like for everyone?

"Can depression affect that?' she mused picking up the book and flipping to the index. She found that yes, there was a link.

"Well, Ron's never going to believe that," she muttered. He was still claiming all she needed was a cheering charm. Of course, that's when he had noticed her moping around. Most of the time, he was too busy chattering about his new team and how she could watch all the games. She hadn't mentioned she'd rather have her eyes clawed out by rapid badgers.

HHHHHHHH

"Mrs. Weasley, did you get the memo I sent you?" Hermione looked up from the paperwork she'd been working on.

"Which one Higgins? The one about the magical carpets or the one about the cure for Dragon Pox?" she asked boredly. "Neither of which are my department, which in case you forgot is dealing with magical creatures and their lack of status in the wizarding world." Hermione smiled as Higgins quickly darted off.

He'd been pestering her with nonsense for nearly a month now, she was debating if he was just trying to get her to do his work for him, or if he was just a git who thought he stood a chance with her. Sighing she finished her paperwork, sent it the appropriate wizard and sighed again. Even work was starting to become tedious.

Her mind slipped back to that morning, to Ron walking out the door to start his exciting new job. Maybe a career change would...she didn't know. She'd worked so hard for this promotion and now it was as if it barely mattered.

"Mrs. Weasley?" Hermione was starting to hate that title.

"Yes? Is this about the merfolk of Black lake or the house elves?" she asked.

"House elves. School starts next week and Headmistress McGonagall wants to make sure she's got the proper forms for the ones working there."

"I already owled them to her yesterday. She'll have them in time. There must be some delay with all the school owls at the moment. I'll take care of it. Thank you." Hermione slipped out from her desk. The day was over, finally. She almost headed home, but paused. Ron was gone, there was nothing at home for her at the moment.

As she left the office, her mind remembered what she'd been looking at this morning, how there were potions that could...might make her feel something again. She turned when she left the ministry building and headed towards Diagon Alley.

Snape's shop was easy enough to find, it was the only one painted in mostly black. She pushed the door open and stepped inside.

"Miss Granger, to what do I owe this visit?" He asked. She was almost surprised he didn't have someone running the counter for him so he could do all important brewing.

"You do know I'm married now, sir."

"Unfortunately, yes. I read about it the prophet. Now, what can I help you with?"

"I read about a family of potions that can help with depression," she whispered.

"You read the book."

"Yes, sir." He nodded pulling a vial from under the counter. "How did you know?"

"I suspected even when you were in school, however, as you know the wizarding world does not see mental health as something to be concerned about."

"Yes. I'm not surprised."

"This is one of the potions mentioned in the book. It is the one with the lowest dosage, and least amount of side-effects."
"Does it work, sir?" she asked looking at it.

"Not for everyone. And before you ask, yes this is completely legal. I have a contract with St. Mungo's to dispense these potions, although they do not believe depression is anything more than an emotional issue." Hermione fought the urge to roll her eyes. No wonder the wizarding world was so messed up.

"Is it safe?"

"For the most part, as I said, there can be side-effects, which is why if you decide to go this route, I will require you to return in two days just to make sure you are suffering no ill effects." She nodded, that sounded reasonable.

"How much?" She realized she wanted this, wanted to feel something again. If this would do that, then...why shouldn't she at least try it?

"Two galleons for a months supply, to be dispensed a week at a time." She pulled the money from her bag and handed it to her former potions professor. He bagged up seven vials and handed her the bag.

"I will see you in two days, Miss Granger." She smiled at him before leaving.