Ron walked down the deserted Diagon Alley. He was covered in bruises and blood was gushing from his leg. He had been at Auror training for the three years and had not seen his wife Hermione since he left.
He saw her leaving Flourish and Blott's that day. Her face was as radiant as when he left. When she caught a glimpse of him and did a double take. Ron gave her a feeble smile and waved. Hermione dropped all of her books and ran towards him at full speed. At first, Ron thought she was going to knock him down, but she was gracefully in his arms. She took in his scent of fire whiskey and cologne.
"I missed you so much, Ron. Three years is too long to be apart. I love you." Hermione said, resting her chin on his shoulder. They broke apart and Ron said, "You look beautiful, 'Mione."
Hermione blushed and kissed him with full force. It was hard yet gentle and both moaned. They reluctantly broke apart for the need of air and hugged once more. Spectators looked strangely at them and shook their heads at the sign of public affection.
Ron helped Hermione pick her books. It was fine until Hermione saw the deep gnash in his leg.
"Ron, what's wrong with your leg?" Hermione pointed to it.
"What? Oh, that. Don't worry, love, it's nothing." he tried to show her that he could walk perfectly fine, but failed miserably.
"Ronald, I think we should go to St. Mungo's. You could have an infection or something!" she exclaimed. Ron reluctantly agreed and they apparated right in front of a Healer in the regular lime green robes.
"My husband has a cut from Auror training and needs immediate help." Hermione said by supporting Ron by holding onto his right arm.
The Healer looked through his clip board and after several seconds, he asked, "Name?"
"Ronald Weasley." she said simply.
"And your name is, miss?" the Healer asked Hermione.
"Mrs. Hermione Weasley." Hermione answered proudly.
"Mr. Weasley will be on floor four, spell damage. Room 5 is available."
"Thank-you." Hermione helped Ron to the Fourth Floor and into Room 5. It was just like when they visited Ron's dad in fifth year at St. Mungo's. When Ron was seen by over three Healers, set over a dozen enchantments, and had to drink a horrible concoction made of a thick green and very smelly goo, Ron and Hermione went home.
It hadn't changed a bit. The couch was facing the fireplace and the kitchen still had the small table with four chairs. A staircase was leading toward two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a master bedroom that belonged to Ron and Hermione. Down the stairs came a four year old Rose and three year old Hugo. "Daddy!" Rose squealed and Ron picked her up. Hugo came down last and hugged Ron's leg.
"It's good to be home, 'Mione." Ron said, looking over at his wife.
"You just wait till tonight, mister." Hermionesaid with a glint in her eye and went to make dinner.
"Yup, definitely good to be back." he thought and guided his children to the kitchen.
AN: I was listening to Green Day and just thought immediately of this story. I didn't make it based on the song because I changed the meaning of the story. You'll know what I mean if you listen to Blvd. Of Broken Dreams by Green Day. I hope you have enjoyed. I aim to please!