A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters.
"Your cat is a bloody thief." Hermione looked up from the book she's been reading.
"What did he do now?" she asked with a sigh. The accused hairball jumped into her lap looking as if he couldn't have done whatever he was being accused of.
"He stole my boxers. My last clean pair of boxers."
'You really should do laundry."
"It is your turn to do the laundry."
"Nope, yours. So if he stole your underwear, what are wearing beneath your robe?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," he smirked. She looked up at him from her seat.
"I'm pretty sure I have a good idea. Those robes aren't hiding much," she laughed nodding at a very obvious bulge in his robes. Severus glared at her and stalked towards their bedroom. Hermione laughed sliding Crookshanks from her lap and following him.
Later that day, Crookshanks enjoyed a large bowl of cream with some fish pieces, a reward for him, and Hermione finally did the laundry. Her plan had worked perfectly.