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Hermione woke up to the sun glowing on her face, and blinked languidly before shielding her eyes. She looked up at the clock and saw that it was 5.25 a.m. She groaned and stood up, stretching and hearing her joints pop and protest at being in an awkward position all night. She held the blanket close to her as it was spring and still cool in the mornings, and made her way to the kitchen. She drank some water to wet her mouth, after presumably falling asleep with her mouth open and made her way to the couch to go back to sleep. She contemplated going up to bed but she didn't want to wake Ron, so she curled up on the cool couch and nodded off again after a few minutes.

Ron Weasley woke up as Hermione's alarm went off, as he did each morning. She woke half an hour before him so she could shower and style her untameable hair in whatever style she was choosing that day. So it was a surprised when he turned over to slip an arm over her waist and found she wasn't there. He shrugged and figured she must have woken to go to the bathroom, so he rolled back over to snooze for another half an hour. However, he knew something was up when he woke at his alarm and found that he couldn't hear the shower, or her hair dryer blowing. Standing and shuffling out of the bedroom he realised that the bathroom hadn't been used. Ron stretched and yawned as he half stumbled down the stairs to find Hermione sleeping on the couch.

" 'Mione, sweetie... You've missed your alarm. Why weren't you in bed?" Ron asked, as he gently shook his wife to wake her. She opened her eyes and looked at him, confused. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, yawning softly.

"What?" She murmured, "It's Saturday..."

"It's Friday darling, you need to get up!"

Hermione's eyes shot open and she jumped up from the couch, tangled in the blanket. She glanced at the clock and cursed as she realised it was 8.05, before rushing upstairs to put on her work robes and trying to charm her hair into a halfway respectable fashion for seeing some clients who were appealing their results. At 8.15 she rushed downstairs and sat back on the couch pulling on her stockings and shoes. As she walked into the kitchen to say goodbye to Ron she was greeted to the glorious smell of toast, he smiled as he handed her a plate of toast slathered with strawberry jam.

Hermione took the plate from him and moaned appreciatively as she bit into the toast, feeling the sticky jam on the roof of her mouth. She ate the toast quickly, absently chatting to Ron as he cooked his own breakfast before dashing out the door, stuffing the last piece of toast in her mouth before apparating.

She felt a mild pang of guilt as she heard Ron call "I love you" and she didn't reply.

Hermione's day was pretty uneventful, unfortunately Ron's wasn't so when Hermione came home it was to find an owl sitting on the bench in her garden. She took the note attached to it's leg and it flew off before she even had a chance to get an owl treat.

"Mione, working late. Big trouble. Tell ya later. Ronnie x"

Hermione cringed as she read the nickname she had given him on a drunken night out after the war. She caught herself as she cringed and was confused, when had she started resenting things to do with Ron? Admittedly she hadn't called him Ronnie in a long time, and so didn't understand why he still signed his notes this, but that wasn't a reason for her to be so annoyed, surely? Walking to the calendar in the kitchen she checked it, she clucked her tongue as she realised she wasn't due on her period for about 10 days, so it couldn't be PMT. Hermione surmised that she must just be tired, so things were grating on her.

Thinking of things grating on her made Hermione realise how hungry she was. She went to the fridge and picked out some cheese, then to the larder to get some pasta and a jar of tomato pasta sauce. Around a quarter of an hour later Hermione was curled up on the same couch as this morning, wrapped in her blanket whilst watching the muggle news and savouring each mouthful of her pasta, with a mound of cheese on the top. When she was finished she stood, picked up her plate and her work robes that she'd taken off and replaced with some sweats and her favourite bumming around t shirt, and walked back to the kitchen to wash her plate and put her clothes in the washing machine she had invested in.

Sitting back down with a cup of coffee she jumped as she heard knuckles rap on her front door. She jumped up and banged the coffee down on the coffee table before going to answer the door. As she did her face drained of colour as she saw an unconscious Ron being supported by Harry and none other than Draco Malfoy.

"Hey Hermione, Ron's fine, broke his leg and we took him to a muggle hospital who gave him some pain killers and they've unfortunately knocked him out. Please take him in and ask questions later, we have to go!" Harry said quickly, before pushing Ron into Hermione's arms and disapparating. Malfoy smiled apologetically before apparating too, leaving Hermione to awkwardly lower Ron to the floor and levitate him up to their bedroom. She put a pillow underneath his leg and left a glass of water on the bedside table before going back downstairs, figuring there wasn't a lot she could do for him.

Hermione got to it making Ron some soup and cutting some crusty bread into small chunks. She let the soup go cold, ready to reheat when he woke up. Hermione was worried about what they were doing now, not about Ron - he had broken his leg yes but when he was awake she would take him to St. Mungos and have the bones broken in seconds, but about Harry and the others. They were still out there, doing something potentially dangerous. Unfortunately she also knew that Ron wasn't the most coordinated of people, and could easily have fallen to break his leg, so she was torn between unnecessarily worrying or being uncaring.

Accross the country in Devon Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter were working together to confiscate dark objects from a warded Borgin and Burkes warehouse. Draco however had become distracted, he couldn't stop thinking about a certain bushy haired bookworm. So much so that he didn't quite hear what Greene said and walked towards the door, thinking the wards were broken. Instead he was thrown back and landed on the hard ground twenty metres back.

"Malfoy! Are you okay? What were you thinking? Greene said it's nearly done!"

Draco groaned, sitting up and wincing as he felt his skin pulling off the sharp gravel he had landed on. He looked around and all the aurors had stopped and were looking at him, he grinned apologetically and stood up.

"Sorry guys, I misheard Greene. At least I've been walloped now, that's what you all wanted isn't it?" He said genially, an awkward silence settled before Harry guffawed loudly and brushed some dirt of Draco's arm.

"Come on lads, the sooner we finish the sooner we can go home!"

Draco stood where he was, deciding to stand back as the finished. His mind drifted again to Hermione Weasley, her slightly annoyed expression as she saw Weasley slumped between Harry and himself. He smirked as he remember the lovely bit of tanned flesh between the waistband of her pants and top, which was about a size too small. It was the kind of belly you want to run your hands over from behind, the type which is soft and warm without being chubby. The tightness of the shirt showed off the boobs that she had developed around the end of 6th year, her hair was tied back in a low bun and she had no make up on. Draco decided he'd never seen anyone look so relaxed in their own skin in his life, most of the women he spoke to felt the need to wear make up and glamours, and whilst he was sure Hermione did this too she obviously felt comfortable in scruffy clothes too.

After hearing his name being called he stood and walked forwards, taking out his wand and pointing it into the warehouse before cautiously walking inside. Draco sighed, there were hundreds of crates in here. It was going to take him weeks to analyse all of the things in here! Well, he certainly wasn't starting today!

"Okay guys, everything's fine. I need to ward this warehouse even better than before, think you can help me?"

A few of the other aurors grumbled at warding the warehouse when they'd only just unwarded it, but got on with it anyway as it meant they could go home. After about 15 minutes they were done, Draco walked over to the door and opened it with no problem. When Harry tried it It was locked, and when he tried to spell it open he was blown back away from the door, though this time Draco had transfigured an old mattress that was abandoned into a large cushion for him to land on.

"What now?" Asked Harry

"Well, you need to go to Weasley's don't you? For me, I need to go to the office and let my superiors know what's happening, then I'm getting in a bath to soothe my back!"

Harry chuckled and shook hands with Draco before apparating back to Hermione's house, and Draco shook his head at this new found friendliness between him and Potter. After waving to the rest of the guys who had yet to leave, Draco turned on the spot and disappeared.