She stared at the dingy carpet of their flat. Hadn't she vacuumed this yesterday? Muttering under her breath, she waved her wand. The spell was supposed to take the dirt out, but the floor looked just as brown tinted as before. Oh the beauty of having a husband who worked as an auror, always tracking in mud and, on occasion, blood through the house. One would think that after all this time he would've learned how to properly use scourgify.
Sighing, she kicked off her shoes and placed them next to Ron's dirt incrusted ones. Rolling her eyes, she whispered and flicked her wand. The dirt crumbled away from the shoes and disappeared.
"Ron, I'm home." She called out, as she began taking off her jacket. No response. Twenty gallons says he's napping, she thought to herself. She sighed and walked into the kitchen. She kneeled down and opened the cabinet below the sink. Smiling, she took out her secret wine stash. It wasn't really secret. Ron knew it was there, but because he hated the taste of wine, he never drank any, so the wine was her's and her's alone.
She turned and grabbed a wineglass from one of the upper cabinets. Where was their corkscrew? She shuffled around the kitchen, looking in various drawers. Finally, she pulled it out of the junk drawer next to the fridge.
"Aha!" She whispered in delight, before moving back to the bottle and pouring herself a glass.
The only question now was if she should start dinner or not. She could always call for take-out. Ron loved it after all. He was obsessed with Muggle pizza. Molly had refused to buy it for the kids when they were younger because of how unhealthy she thought it was. So of course now that he was out of his mom's house, Ron ate it whenever he could; however, she was beginning to hate it. Maybe she could call in some Chinese food instead? Then again, she wasn't sure if they even had any Muggle money in the flat anyways. She'd spent the last of her's at the coffee shop and Ron never carried any.
Sighing, she walked over to the fridge and peered in it. Was there anything she could use to make a halfway decent meal? Let's see, shitty beer, mustard, slightly less shitty beer. She sighed. They really needed to go grocery shopping. She looked in some of the cupboard and found a few cans of tomato soup. That would do.
She poured the soup in a pot and set it on the oven for it to warm up before meandering into her and Ron's bedroom. Her redheaded husband was flopped across the bed, fully dressed and snoring. She sipped her wine and looked him over. The office seemed to be giving him and Harry more work lately. He came home exhausted everyday. They hadn't had a decent conversation in at least a month. She kneeled next to their bed and set her glass on the nightstand.
"Ron, dinner's ready." She got a snore for an answer.
"C'mon, Ron. Get up." She whispered in his ear, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He continued snoring. She sighed. He wasn't getting up anytime soon. Nothing could wake a Weasely from sleep. Not even a blowjob. She'd tried. She'd only gotten snores in response that time too.
Rolling her eyes, she stood up and walked back to the kitchen. She got a bowl and spooned some soup into it. She sat down at the kitchen table and stared at the food.
Healer Murphy had told her that if they wanted to have any chance of her becoming pregnant, she would have to eat more and healthier. The healer had also told her to stop drink alcohol, but she wasn't quite ready to take that step yet. After all, half the time, it felt like alcohol was the only thing that got her through the day.
She ate a spoonful and sighed. She couldn't stop thinking about having seen Draco. She couldn't believe the damn prat had had the nerve to call her a housewife. She most certainly was not a housewife. Not that there was anything wrong with being a housewife or anything. That just wasn't her dream. She wanted to do something more with her life.
At least Draco hadn't called her a mudblood or anything like he had back when they were in school. She was still having difficulty believing what he had said about being friends with nonmagical folk and the like. Didn't seem much like him or at least the Draco she knew. Then again maybe he'd changed. Who knew?
She looked down at her bowl. It was half empty. That was good enough, wasn't it? She dumped the rest in the trash before walking into the living room and grabbing David Copperfield from the shelf. She settled down in one of their armchairs with her wine and book and began reading.
*Dramione*Dramione*Dramione*
Around two in the morning a silver lynx flew through Ron and Hermione's front door. It bounded through the living room and into the two's bedroom. It opened its mouth and the deep rich voice of Ron's boss Kingsley filled the room.
"Weasely, we've got a lead on the Diagon Alley murders. We need you in right away."
The redheaded man sat up sleepily. During auror training, they'd taught him to wake up if he ever heard Kingsley's voice so that he'd be ready to react if the Ministry required it. They'd sent some sort of stinging jinx at him every time Kingsley had spoken for three weeks. He'd come to expect it whenever the older man spoke. It made department meetings a little hard to sit through sometimes.
He ran his hand over his face, trying to wipe the sleep from his face. He looked to his side. The bed was empty. Again. His wife hadn't been coming to bed lately. She'd been either staying at the office or sleeping in the living room. He sighed. They really needed to talk about that sooner or later.
He looked over at the alarm clock beside the bed. It was 2 AM. Couldn't Kingsley get some better timing? He flopped back on to the bed, wondering if he had time to make some coffee before he had to leave.
He looked over at the silver lynx standing in his bedroom doorway, waiting for it to deliver the second half of its message. Patronuses only disappeared when they'd delivered their full message. They were bound to stay at the location they were instructed to go to until they were able to preform the entirety of the task they'd been given.
"And no, you do not have time for coffee." The lynx said as it faded away. Ron swore he saw the think smirk just before it completely disappeared. Damn lynxes. He pushed himself out of bed and looked down. He was still in his work robes from yesterday. That made things easy. He cast a quick refreshing charm on them and stood up.
He walked out into the living room, trying to step quietly so as to not wake his wife if she were sleeping out there. He glanced over at the armchair in the corner of the room and smiled. There she was.
A book lay open on her chest, it having slipped from her hands when she'd fallen asleep. Her left arm was slung over the arm of the chair, an empty r wine glass dangling between her fingers. Her head rested on her shoulder, her bangs falling in front of her eyes.
He gently pried the wine glass stem from between her fingers and picked the book off her chest. He reshelved the book and placed the glass in the sink. He glanced at the coffee maker sitting next to the sink and grimaced.
"I could really go for some bloody coffee." He grumbled to himself. He walked back into the living room and grabbed the blanket from the couch. He laid the blanket across his wife's sleeping form before leaning over and kissing her forehead.
"Sleep well, Mione." He whispered, stroking her cheek softly. He headed towards the door where he slipped his shoes on and headed out.
As the door closed, Hermione shifted and whimpered. She clutched the blanket it to her, a voice bouncing around her head, 'You're lying you filthy little Mudblood, and I know it!' A soft cry escaped her lips. Behind her eyes, all she could see was a pair of heavily lidded eyes surrounded by a mass of thick black hair.
*Dramione*Dramione*Dramione*
She blinked, and blinked again, trying to banish the tiredness from her eyes. The living room slowly swam into focus before her. Did she fall asleep in the armchair again?
Ron was going to be pissed. He'd been going on and on lately about how he wanted the two of them to sleep in the same bed like normal married couples. She rolled her eyes.
Yawning, she pulled the blanket closer, trying to hide from the cold air. Wait, where had the blanket come from? She shrugged and tugged it closer. Sighing, she realized she should probably get up.
She walked into the bedroom and glanced at the bed in the middle of it. It had been slept in, but was unmade and empty. Ron had already left. He'd probably gotten called into work. Even though it was a Saturday he still had to work. In fact, he had to work everyday. He'd even worked Christmas Eve and day last year. She spent the entire day by herself, drinking wine and reading Stephen King.
Looking over at the alarm clock on the nightstand, she swore. It was already 11. She had her monthly appointment with Healer Murphy at half past 11. She sighed and rubbed her forehead with one hand while using the other to keep the blanket around her.
Grumbling about not having enough time to shower, she pulled a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt from her dresser. She dropped the blanket on the bed and changed clothes.
Grabbing her wand, she apparated to Saint Mungos. She sighed, looking at the sign hanging out front of the building. She just hoped she wouldn't run into Draco while she was here. She didn't think she could handle Murphy and Malfoy today. She sighed and pushed the door open. She headed towards the front desk and smiled at the older woman sitting on the other side.
"Hi, I have an 11:30 appointment with Healer Murphy." She said, trying to keep an eye out for the blonde haired Slytherine she just knew she was going to run in to.
"Alright dear, take a seat. She'll be right out." The older woman said with a kind smile before she walked to get Murphy from her office. Hermione sat in one of the waiting room chairs and yawned. As soon as she finished here, she was going back to sleep
A/N:
I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Let me know what you think in the reviews! :)
(Also, if you've read the first two chapters when they were in present-tense, I've changed them to past. Writing in present tense just got really annoying and I didn't like how it sounded. Lol.)