Hey guys, here's my latest story, I hope you like it as much as i do!

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Hermione sighed. It was another Sunday night, and her husband was still at work. She knew that Ron loved his job, but he should know by now that Sunday dinners were special. Or at least, they were meant to be. So far not many of them had made it as Hermione spent countless weeks sitting by the fire, waiting for him to come home. Ron was one of the Ministry's top aurors, and with Voldemort still at large, there was never a shortage of dark wizards for him to hunt.

Hermione sighed again and carried their two plates back into the kitchen, where she put his in the oven to keep it warm while she sat down to eat her own all by herself. By the time she was almost done, she finally heard scuffling in the next room that meant Ron had come home.

'Hi, sorry- ' he said breathlessly as he entered the kitchen and stooped to give her a quick kiss on the lips. 'I thought I could take you out for dinner?'

Hermione shook her head as she crossed to the oven to retrieve his dinner.

'I just ate.' Ron looked mortified.

'Dammit, I'm sorry. We made a huge breakthrough this morning and I've been on my feet all day.'

'Really?' Hermione said interestedly. 'What's news?' Ron shrugged off his coat and sat down opposite her as she placed his dinner before him. He practically inhaled half his plate before answering.

'We thought we had a lead on the whereabouts of Malfoy- '

Hermione's knife clattered to the floor. She took no notice, however, and stared at Ron.

'Draco Malfoy?' Ron nodded grimly.

'Yeah, him. We think he's the one who's been poisoning the muggle dams.' Hermione raised her eyebrows.

'Really?'

'Wouldn't put it passed him, the bastard,' Ron said angrily through a mouthful of potato. Hermione nodded absentmindedly in agreement, now staring out the window.

Malfoy had been on the run almost three years and nobody from their side had seen him since. He was undoubtedly right in Voldemort's inner circle, carrying out all kinds of orders for him. Apparently, his latest order had been to kill as many muggles as possible, and he had decided the best way to go about it would be to poison their water supplies. After Voldemort, he was right up there on the Ministry's list of most wanted. His father was also at large, although he was seen occasionally - unfortunately, those who came across him walked away in no fit state to give away his whereabouts.

'Hermione?' Ron was waving a hand in front of her face. Hermione started and looked around at him.

'Sorry - what?'

'I said, what did you do today?'

'Oh, not much,' Hermione said vaguely, 'Ginny and I went to Diagon Ally to buy some new robes. She's getting bigger by the day, I think.' Ron smiled at the news of his sister.

'Harry's over the moon about it, grinning all over the place like an idiot. She's due next month, isn't she?'

Hermione nodded. Ginny and Harry had gotten married not long after she and Ron a few years ago, and now their first child was on the way. Harry was an auror alongside Ron, and the four of them had dinner together at least three times a week. Ginny was Hermione's closest friend. She wasn't working because of her pregnancy, and Hermione had taken some time off from the Ministry to keep her company.

Hermione missed her job - she was, of course, Head of the Department of Control and Regulation of Magical Creatures, and although her work to help free the house elves had been shunted aside in light of the war, she was still making amazing progress. But while she missed working with the elves, Hermione was immensely enjoying her time with Ginny - they went shopping, they cooked, they gossiped, they did everything. Hermione could tell Ginny anything…well, almost anything.

'Do you want to have them over for dinner tomorrow night?' she suggested.

'Sure, Harry and I might be late though.' Hermione rolled her eyes.

'I'll just serve at around midnight, shall I?'

'Yeah, would you?' Ron grinned at her to show he was joking and cleared his plate from the table. 'Want to go for a walk?'

Hermione hesitated and glanced up to the ceiling. Ron seemed to read her mind and he said quickly, 'Don't worry, we won't go far.'

'Alright,' Hermione allowed him to lead her outside and down the garden path. They strolled about the empty field next door, Hermione stopping occasionally to pick up the different types of flowers they came across. It was almost half past eleven, and by the light of the moon Ron could just make out Hermione's face. She looked happy.

'What are you smiling about?' he asked, grabbing her around the waist and spinning her around. Hermione laughed and hugged him close.

'Just thinking how lucky we are.' Ron smiled and wrapped his arms around her tight.

'We are, aren't we?' he whispered. They stood in silence for several minutes, reflecting on the past. After a while, Hermione shivered.

'I'm getting a bit cold, should we go back?'

'You know what? I think we should, Mrs Weasley.'

Ron hoisted her off her feet and carried her back to the house over his shoulder. She squealed in mock anger and hammered her fists against his back playfully. They fell through the kitchen door, laughing, and as Ron put her back on her feet Hermione stood up on her tiptoes to kiss him softly on the lips.

Ron returned the kiss happily and stroked her soft hair with his fingers. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer as Ron held her tightly by the hips, backing her out of the room and down the hallway. As they reached the foot of the stairs Ron picked Hermione up again and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he climbed the stairs slowly, their kisses becoming more urgent.

Ron nudged open the door to their bedroom with his foot and carried her inside, putting her down carefully on the bed. He lay down on top of her and they took their time undressing each other, neither in any hurry. When they were naked, Hermione pulled the sheets over them and they slid under the covers, holding each other close. As they began to make love slowly, Hermione lay back against the pillows and closed her eyes, as she liked to do. Ron watched her face tenderly, taking in her expression of delight as he thrust into her deeply. He watched as tiny beads of sweat began to appear on her forehead, and she suddenly opened her eyes to look up at him. She smiled, and then her eyes were closed again.

Later, as they lay wrapped in each other's arms, and Ron began to snore loudly, Hermione quietly moved his arm away from her waist and got out of bed, pulling on a dressing gown. Silently, she grabbed the flowers that she'd picked earlier and left the room, making her way down the hallway. She reached the room right at the end with a large yellow star painted on it, and as carefully as she could, pushed open the door.

The room was silent, the only light coming from a small lamp in the corner that was emitting a pleasant, reddish glow. Slowly, she approached the crib and peered into it. The young boy inside was sleeping peacefully, his tiny fist wrapped around his favourite toy. Hermione watched him for a while, then placed the flowers in the vase by the window. She turned back to her son and stroked his hair gently. It was brown and curly like hers, but seemed to be lightening slowly. Although she couldn't see them now, his eyes were as silvery as the moon outside and they shone with happiness every time they saw her. This Hermione loved about him more than anything.

Hermione sighed as she looked down at her sleeping son. He looked so much like his father.

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