A/'N: I don't own Harry Potter

This chapter contains a little smut. You have been warned.

Ron arrived home late in the day at the end of the week. Hermione was waiting for him, wearing a short skirt and a button down top.

"'Mione, wow," he whistled as she nearly dragged him to their room and pushed him on the bed.

"I missed you," she stated climbing on top of him.

"Now this is a welcome back," he whispered kissing her as he wiggled out of his clothes. She vanished hers wandlessly. Ron didn't notice he was too busy fondling her breasts, rubbing himself against her. She pushed him back down against the bed taking him roughly. He moaned loudly in appreciation.

"That's it, witch, keep that up," he whispered in her ear. He came quickly with her following. She slid off, laying next to him on the bed.

"Missed you," she stated.

"Missed you too, baby. If that's the kind of welcome I'm going to be getting, maybe I'll be gone more often," he joked. She sighed and curled against him.

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"Mione, wake up, you need to make dinner." She blinked her eyes open slowly. She was still naked, Ron was wearing a pair of shorts.

"You make it," she mumbled stretching.

"Hermione."

"Fine, I'm getting up, give me a minute. I think you wore me out," she smirked. Ron smiled kissing her lightly on the lips. She slid from the bed and threw on a silky bathrobe. She tried to remember when she'd bought it, but came up blank.

Dinner was chicken, since it was what Hermione already had in the fridge. She made a mental note she still needed to go grocery shopping. Only this time, the idea didn't strike fear in her. Humming slightly, she set the table.

"This is pretty good, needs a little more spices."

"Okay. How was practice? Are things working out well with the team?"

"Amazing, Hermione. It's just amazing. We've all got Wagner Elfs. I told you about them right?" She vaguely remembered him mention the broom.

"It's Germen, right?" He smiled.

"Yes! They're incredibly fast, it's almost like you're apparating from one end of the pitch to the other! The other team isn't going to know what hit them."

"How are you teammates?"

"Not bad, I'm starting to get along with them, especially Gellabee, that's our seeker. Fastest on a broom, not even Harry could pull off some of those moves."

"That's great, Ron. I'm happy you're happy. Oh, I tried that ice cream place again, the one in Diagon Alley."

"The one we went to?"

"Yes, that one. It was really good, you're right, someday when we have kids, it'll be nice taking them there." Hermione couldn't help but be shocked at her own words. Now she was thinking about children? She had the job she'd wanted, within a few years, she would have changed many things in the wizarding world. Maybe it was time to start thinking about the future?

"I don't know what happened while I was gone, 'Mione, but I like this you. I really like this you, it's like when we were younger, only without the bossiness. I'm going to go unpack, don't forget the wash the dishes." She nodded watching him leave. Still smiling she started washing the dishes, drying each one carefully.

As she put them away, she noticed Ron's Quiddich bag on the floor. Sighing at him for leaving things all over the house, she picked it up and went to put it away when she noticed a piece of pink fabric sticking out. She gently pulled on it, revealing a pink handkerchief.

"Odd," she muttered shoving it back in the bag, but not before noticing her initials embroidered on the corner. She didn't remember ever owning a pink handkerchief.

"Am I losing my mind?" she asked herself. She glanced at the robe she was wearing, still not remembering purchasing it. Could the potion be messing with her memory? She made a note to stop by Professor Snape's tomorrow at lunch to ask him. Maybe he could help her?