A/N These stories do not take place in any patricular order. This story takes place a few years after the war. Hermione and Ron are married, but they don't have children yet and Harry is Head Auror.

It had been a long day for Hermione Weasley née Granger. Wait, scratch that, it had been a long week for her. "Why did I ever get a job at the Ministry?" she wondered. "Ron wasn't teasing when he talked about all the paperwork. I probably have more than him. Sheesh, I'm the Head of my department."

So saying, or should I say thinking, Hermione began to pack up her paperwork. It had been a good day, tiring, but good. She stepped out of her office, Department of Magical Creature Rights, and headed towards the Auror department. "Hey Harry," she said, walking in, "how's work?"

Harry looked at her and rolled his eyes. "Hermione, you know that most of what goes on in here is paperwork." Hermione grinned and at that moment, Ron walked in from his office right across the hall. He was looking at a paperwork file that was in his hands.

"So I think that's it on this file. Goodness I'll be glad when all these Death Eaters have been rounded up." He turned and saw Hermione. "Hi 'Mione." he said, "ready to go?"

"Yep. I need to stop at home to get cleaned up a bit first though. You too, anyone would think you wallowed in a mud hole."

Ron grinned sheepishly at that. "Uh, the chase got a bit messy this morning."

"And you didn't think to do a cleaning spell?" "Why should I do it and risk messing it up when I could get the best witch of my year to do it for me?"

"Ronald," Hermione said, trying to act annoyed, but she couldn't help smiling. "Oh all right. Scourgify."

The mud instantly leapt off of Ron's robes and he grabbed Hermione and gave her a kiss. "Hem, hem," coughed Harry. Ron looked up terrified thinking that Umbridge had just walked in. He saw Harry grinning and glared at him.

"Sorry mate, I couldn't resist. Can I have the file about today's capture before you and your lovely wife go out on your date?"

Ron handed Harry the file he was holding and he and Hermione went downstairs and Apparated to their house where both of them changed into their dress robes. They were going to be staying in Wizarding London, so they didn't need to worry about Muggle attire. After cleaning up, they Apparated to Diagon Alley and headed to the Leaky Cauldron, where they were greeted by the current landlady, Hannah Abbot, soon to be Longbottom.

She led them to a little table in the corner and gave them the menu for the evening. Ron and Hermione both enjoyed their evening, chatting about work and other things that married couples talked about.

After the meal was over Ron suggested they go get dessert somewhere else. They headed over to the ice cream parlor and both ordered sundaes. Ron asked for two Chocolate Frogs as well. Hermione sighed, knowing full well that Ron would make her eat one of them.

Sitting down, Hermione noticed how large Ron's sundae was. "Isn't that rather large, Ron?" she asked.

"Mmf?" Ron said through a mouthful of ice cream. "Of course it isn't 'Mione. I've got a bottomless pit for a stomach, or so you've told me. Here have a frog."

He handed her one of the two packets on the table. Hermione took it and opened it. She didn't care about the candy, but she was mildly interested in the card. She had heard that many of the heros of the recent war were now getting cards of their own, and she wanted to know if she had gotten one of them. She popped the chocolate frog into her mouth and ate it; then she pulled out the card. When she looked at it, her mouth dropped wide open.

"What's wrong?" asked Ron.

Her face broke into a huge smile when she said, "Listen."

Dobby the House Elf Unknown - 1998

Despite being what used to be known as a 'lesser creature' Dobby the House Elf played a major role in the last Wizarding War. He is most noted for rescuing Harry Potter and his friends from the cellar of Malfoy Manor where they were held hostage by Death Eaters during the spring of 1998. While Apparating out with the final group, a knife was thrown at him by Bellatrix Lestrange and soon after arriving at their destination, he died. Dobby is buried near Mr. and Mrs. William Weasley's place. Dobby was a free elf who loved odd colored clothing and mismatched socks.

"Wow," was all Ron was able to say when Hermione was through reading. After a moment he said, "I guess spew paid off."

Hermione smacked him on his arm. "Ow!" he cried. "It's not spew. It's S. P. E. W.!"

"I know. I was just teasing."

"So was I," said Hermione.

"I didn't know you had it in you."

"Ronald!"

"All right, all right. It really good that Dobby got on a card. I bet he's the first non-wizard ever to make it."

Hermione smiled. "I think we need to let Harry know about this one," she said. "Come on, let's go show him." And the two left Diagon Alley and Apparated to Harry's house to show him the new card.

A/N I wrote this at twelve thirty in the morning, so I hope it's all fine. Also thanks to GwendolynD for the idea of someone finding a Dobby card.