A/N: I still don't own anything worth owning. I, myself, am owned by a grey and white cat. She allows me to write these stories for all you lovely readers. Don't forget to review!
Word Count: 636
The sound of the washer buzzing an hour later pulled her from her misery. She rose, removed the Quidditch robes and looked them over. She knew she couldn't shove them in the dryer, they could shrink or get damaged. The idea of damaging them sent a shiver down her spine. Ron would never forgive her if something happened to them. Him being on the team was the best thing that ever happened to him. She cast a slow drying charm on them and hung them. She went upstairs to find the blue dress Ron had mentioned.
"Blue and yellow," she reminded herself. The dress was hanging exactly where she had placed it. She pulled it out and checked it over. It wasn't wrinkled and since she'd put the charm on the closet, it smelled slightly of her usual perfume. She placed it on the bed and summoned a pair of shoes to match. They floated out of the bottom on the closet and she slid her feet into them. They were still as soft as when she had bought them.
"Just the accessories left," she stated opening the jewelry box Ron had bought her for their anniversary. She wondered if Severus would ever have bought her such a thing, would he have even given her gifts if... No. She couldn't think about him, couldn't think about how much her heart was hurting right now. She pulled out a few gold necklaces, one with a small heart charm on the end. She remembered Slytherin's locket, how the three of them had infiltrated the ministry. The memory brought a hint of a smile to her face. It always had been the three of them, her, Ron and Harry. Now it was just her and Ron.
"We should be happy, we're together, married. I should be happy," she muttered. Her eyes fell on her nightstand and she walked over and pulled open the drawer. Her potions were gone. Ron had thrown them out. She shook her head. That was the end of it then. She couldn't very well ask Severus for more, and she knew St. Mungo's didn't believe depression was real at all. She set the necklace she'd chosen on the bed with the dress and checked the time. Ron's uniform should be dry by now. She went downstairs to check on it pausing briefly as she walked past Ron's study. She could hear him talking to someone. She blinked wondering who he would be talking to, probably a secretary or ex-coworker at the ministry. Shrugging it off, she continued down the hall and checked on the uniform. It had dried perfectly. She carried it back to their room, not even noticing the study door was now open and Ron was watching her every movement. He joined her in their bedroom a minute later.
"Did you find the dress, 'Mione?"
"Yes, I did, I also washed your uniform, Ron. The perfume you were using wasn't doing a very good job with the odor. I know you said just do a refreshing charm, but now it's clean. I did manage to get the grass stain off your knee also." She nodded to the uniform. He stared at her for a moment and then scooped her up in a hug.
"I love you, Hermione. You are the most amazing witch. Here, let me help you into your dress," he offered. Hermione smiled allowing him to zip her up. He clasped her necklace for her and nodded looking at her.
"I love you too," she said as he dressed. She couldn't help but realize as she saw him naked that there was no rush, no feeling of wanting. She pretended that she didn't feel nothing. Pretended she was appreciating his naked form, when all the while her heart screamed for Severus.