Disclaimer: I'm really bored.
"Hermione!" Ron called, coming in after work one day. He and Hermione had gotten into a fight the night before and she hadn't spoken to him that morning. He was slightly anxious, not knowing how much she'd calmed down.
"In here," she responded from the kitchen. Walking over, Ron couldn't help but smile at Hermione's dress. Once again, she was wearing a Chudley Cannon's jeresy, though this time it was much longer than the shirt and covered more. But not that much more. She wasn't wearing anything else as far as Ron could see.
"The kids awake?" he asked, watching her move with interest. Hermione didn't bother turning around.
"Even if they were, you're not getting any," she retorted, placing the rest of the dishes in the cupboard.
"I'm sorry about last night," he apologized. Hermione still didn't answer. She then turned around and smiled as Ron's eyes roved over her legs. She walked over to him and kissed him, long and hard, pressing herself against him firmly before pulling away and going up the stairs. Ron groaned.
"Hermione... you can't do that to a bloke without expecting to get-"
"Ron!" Hermione gasped. "You know how Triniti is. She'll hear a word you say and repeat it in front of the whole family." Ron grinned.
"Even more of a reason for us to go into our private room," he whispered. Hermione rolled her eyes and walked int their bedroom.
"Hermione," Ron whimpered following her, watching her backside as she bent down to pick up some clothes. She turned to catch him staring.
"Ron, stop looking at me like that," she said. She carried the clothes into the bathroom and slamming the door in his face. He listened as the shower came on and grinned. Taking out his wand he flicked it at the door and was greeted with the click of the lock. He carefully opened the door and was surprise to see that it wasn't the shower that had been turned on but the tub. It was full now and Hermione was sitting there, surrounded by bubbles. Ron walked over an kneeled down beside the tub.
"I really am sorry," he whispered. Hermione turned her head to him and looked into his eyes. She gave him a small smile.
"I know," she replied. She reached up and touched his nose, leaving some bubbles there. Ron smirked and leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. As they kissed, Ron managed to get into the tub and straddle her, making her squeak.
"Ron! You still have on your robes," she whispered, glancing over at the door. Ron rolled his eyes and grabbed his wand, flicking it at the door. The door slid shut with a soft click. Hermione smiled as Ron kissed her again, deep and passionate. Hermione groaned in pleasure as Ron's hands ran over her naked body, sending shockwaves up her spine. She brought her hands down to his Auror pin and undid it, shoving the robes off his shoulders. Ron quickly threw the dripping articles onto the bathroom floor and then pulled off his shirt before attacking Hermione's mouth again. Soon his dripping clothes lay in a mound on the floor as he pulled her under the bubbles, both grinning.
Hermione walked into her office, muttering something about Gildory Lockhart and a fork. Sitting down, she began to fill out some forms occasionally glancing at the clock. She sighed. She still had two more hours before Harry rescued her. They were going to have lunch together. Hermione looked around her desk and spotted a picture that made her smile. It was her wedding day. Ron and her were standing by Hogwarts' lake, holding each other and looking at the camera, waving. Ron's head then ducked to Hermione's lips and soon the two were lost in their own dreamworld. Hermione couldn't stop the tear that fell as she watched. They had worked so hard to reach that point. The war. Ron had almost died. He had been hospitalized for seven months with no chance of survival. They had been dating then. Hermione turned back to her work, not wanting to think about what that time had been like.
"Mrs. Weasley." Hermione looked up to see Rachel, an intern, poking her head in. Hermione smiled.
"What is it?" she asked politely.
"You've got a visitor," she responded. Hermione sighed.
"Rachel, you know I don't take anyone without an appointment at this time," she said. Rachel bit her lip.
"I know, but the man said it was important that he talked to you." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Send him in," she said. Rachel nodded and disappeared for a few seconds. She then appeared with a man Hermione had never seen before. She frowned as the man took a seat and Rachel left.
"Rachel said it was important," Hermione ground out, taking her seat opposite him. The man handed her an envelope then stood. Hermione frowned.
"Is that it?" she asked skepitcally. The man nodded and left. Feeling very put out, Hermione looked down at the note and opened it. Reading the note, she paled.
"Harry!" Hermione called, running into the Auror department. Harry looked over from talking to a fellow Auror and waved. However, upon taking in her distraught state, he said a hasty goodbye to the man and then hurried over to her.
"What? What happened?" He asked anxiously. Hermione looked as if she had been crying.
"I don't know! There's this note that said that the kids were in danger and that Ron was hurt and..." she began to babble incoherently, her speech going to fast for Harry to understand. Harry grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her into his office, not wanting to draw to much attention. He sat her down and kneeled down in front of her.
"Hermione slow down, I can't understand you! What happened to the kids?" he asked. Hermione's hands went into the air.
"Nothing! I checked on them and their fine! But I can't find Ron and I-"
"Hermione!" Hermione shut her mouth, tears flowing. Harry took a deep breath.
"First of all. You need to calm down. You're not doing anyone any good if you keep rambling like that. Second of all, Ron's find. He's out on a short mission with two other guys. He should be arriving any minute now," Harry explained.
"Are you sure?" Hermione asked, her voice smaller than what Harry would have liked. Harry smiled and took her hand.
"I'm positive," he responded, giving her a kiss on her forehead, before standing up. "Now, about that note?" he asked, leaning on his desk. Hermione dug into her pocket and handed him the note. Harry looked over it, his eyes darkening with every word.
"What type of wanker would write this?" he asked in disgust. Hermione stood up and walked over to him.
"I don't know. It was in so much detail. The discription of Triniti! Of Lorel. I was so scared!"
"Who gave it to you?" Harry demanded. Shocked by the sudden change in his mood, she took a moment to think.
"Some man..."
"Did you get a good look at him?" he asked. Hermione nodded.
"Of course. He wasn't wearing anything that would hide his face. He looked like a regular patient, though he did say it was important and then just handed this to me and left."
"Can you-"
"Harry," said a woman, who had just poked her head in the door. "Moody needs to see you." Harry nodded and the woman left. He pocketed the letter and then took Hermione's hand, leading her out and off towards Moony's office. They entered.
"Potter! There you are!" Alastor Moody barked, standing up. He then noticed Hermione. "What are you doing with Weasley's wife?" he asked. Harry rolled his eyes.
"What is it?" he asked. Moody glanced pointedly over at Hermione.
"This is classified information," he said.
"And Hermione's done her fair share to earn a right to hear what ever you have to say, Moody." Hermione and Harry turned to see Ron leaning against the door post with a smirk on his face. Hermione's eyes got large and she launched herself at him, burrying her face in the crook of his neck. Confused, Ron looked up at Harry.
"Did someone die?" he asked. Moody stood.
"One day your mouth's going to get you into some trouble, Weasley," he growled.
"Just tell us what's going on," was Ron's response.
"Ron!" Hermione scolded. Moody's magical eye roved around the room, while his other eye focused on them.
"There's been a suicide. Some prat decided to take a jump off St. Mungos." Hermione gasped.
"Really?" she asked. She backed up into Ron after Moody fixed her with a glare.
"We already cleaned him up and everything, but the guy's a deatheater. Or at least he was until just recently," Moody said, handing the men a picture.
"Harry! That's him! That's the man who gave me the note!" Hermione exclaimed, pointing at the picture in Ron's hand. Ron looked down at her.
"Note, what note?" Harry took out the letter and handed it to Ron. The red head read over it and then looked up, pale.
"What the hell?"
A/N: Here you Go!