I guess I just don't like serious one-shots! I really like to write light-hearted complete smut ones. Sorry guys, I will attempt a serious, angsty, totally depressing one eventually, if you ask nicely...
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Aggravated
"It is not the job of a husband to aggravate the wife. No matter hoe much you may think it was funny at the time." A bushy-haired brunette stood in the door way of her bedroom with her hands on her hips.
"Well, I thought you said you loved my sense of humor." A red-haired man said, arms crossed over his chest.
"Dying my cat purple is not the kind of humor I was talking about!" She yelled.
"Babe, it was harmless, look, Crookshanks is now is normal half-kneazle coloring. No harm, no foul, right?" The man said, entertained with his wife's reaction.
"Charlie Weasley, you are right, but honey I have to tell you, pay back is a bitch." She said, arms now relaxed at her side, a devious gleam in her eyes.
"Sure it is babe, now let's get Mrs. Hermione Weasley to bed." He picked her up bridal style, carrying her towards the bed while simultaneously nuzzling her neck with his nose as she giggled.
Charlie woke up the next morning curled up around his wife. He looked at the alarm and realized he was late to the reserve. Scrambling out of bed, he put on clothes and ran out of the house. He apaprated to work and arrived to a congregation of laughing people. They were all laughing at him.
"What's with the laughing?" Charlie growled out.
The only one brave enough to tell him what was wrong was a tall dark-haired man with laughing brown eyes, "Mate, did you do anything, and I mean anything, to piss off your lovely little witch back home?"
"I might have," Charlie said slowly, "But what's that got to do with the laughing Jon?" And then it clicked, the sleeping in late, his wife's warning last night.
He looked at himself to find him wearing his wife's fuzzy pink sheep pajama bottoms and a matching t-shirt that had the phrase 'Come and Get It Lover Boy!' written across the chest.
Quickly he transfigured the clothes into work clothes and told them all to shove it. The rest of the day passed by quickly with no mishaps.
When Charlie arrived home, a nice romantic dinner was laid out on a table for two. His wife was sitting in a chair, a very low-cut slinky black dress was the apparel she had chosen. "Did you enjoy my sense of humor?" She seductively asked.
"I think I am going to enjoy tonight much more." Charlie said, licking his lips in anticipation.
"I sure hope so," Hermione stood up and walked to the bedroom, standing in the door way she looked back at him, looking him over, and said, "Lover boy."