Authors note: as always, it all belongs to J.K.R
"Darling?"
Hermione spun from her position at the window to look towards the voice. "Harry, must you really wear that?"
"That" was the invisibility cloak Harry was sporting at the moment. Most people would have been guessing when they accused someone of wearing an invisibility cloak, but not Hermione. After years of extensive training as an auror, her senses were incredibly well honed. A small, almost imperceptible, visual distortion made the bureau behind Harry ripple in a few spots, and this was all the indication Hermione needed. "It's not as if you're going to get mobbed by adoring fans inside the apartment."
A head appeared before her as he pulled back the hood. "One of these days I'm going to sneak up on you."
She smiled and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek. An invisible arm snaked around her midsection.
"You know, being invisible could make some things very interesting..."
She slipped out of his grasp and ruffled his hair before walking into the kitchen.
"In your dreams, quidditch boy."
His eyebrows crinkled in consternation. "Why not?"
"Because, if you want to eat tonight you're going to need whatever energy you have to cook."
He rolled his eyes. "Very funny. What are we having."
"You are having whatever you choose to make."
"You had the whole day off from work and you didn't even make dinner?"
"I had some business that needed my attention."
"You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were being deliberately vague."
"I am." She turned and looked at him seriously. "I can't give away secrets that don't belong to me, Harry. I really wish you wouldn't pry."
Harry was unsure what had gotten Hermione so nattered, but knew that it probably had very little to do with him. Still, apologizing never hurt.
"Herm..."
"I can't do the whole 'bickering wife' thing at the moment, Harry. I need to go." She had this air of unpleasantness about her that she always had when things went wrong. Harry usually tried to bolster her spirits, but before he could say much she was on her way out the door.
"If you absolutely, positively need me, try the ministry. They'll be able to reach me if I'm not in my office."
"Any idea as to when you'll be returning?"
"No bloody clue."
The door swished shut and she was gone.
"Darling?"
Hermione spun from her position at the window to look towards the voice. "Harry, must you really wear that?"
"That" was the invisibility cloak Harry was sporting at the moment. Most people would have been guessing when they accused someone of wearing an invisibility cloak, but not Hermione. After years of extensive training as an auror, her senses were incredibly well honed. A small, almost imperceptible, visual distortion made the bureau behind Harry ripple in a few spots, and this was all the indication Hermione needed. "It's not as if you're going to get mobbed by adoring fans inside the apartment."
A head appeared before her as he pulled back the hood. "One of these days I'm going to sneak up on you."
She smiled and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek. An invisible arm snaked around her midsection.
"You know, being invisible could make some things very interesting..."
She slipped out of his grasp and ruffled his hair before walking into the kitchen.
"In your dreams, quidditch boy."
His eyebrows crinkled in consternation. "Why not?"
"Because, if you want to eat tonight you're going to need whatever energy you have to cook."
He rolled his eyes. "Very funny. What are we having."
"You are having whatever you choose to make."
"You had the whole day off from work and you didn't even make dinner?"
"I had some business that needed my attention."
"You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were being deliberately vague."
"I am." She turned and looked at him seriously. "I can't give away secrets that don't belong to me, Harry. I really wish you wouldn't pry."
Harry was unsure what had gotten Hermione so nattered, but knew that it probably had very little to do with him. Still, apologizing never hurt.
"Herm..."
"I can't do the whole 'bickering wife' thing at the moment, Harry. I need to go." She had this air of unpleasantness about her that she always had when things went wrong. Harry usually tried to bolster her spirits, but before he could say much she was on her way out the door.
"If you absolutely, positively need me, try the ministry. They'll be able to reach me if I'm not in my office."
"Any idea as to when you'll be returning?"
"No bloody clue."
The door swished shut and she was gone.