Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and neither do you, so there.

A/N: Happy Halloween! Hope you all have a very spooky day.

Countess Hermione

"Do you think this is too much?"

Ron turned to glance at his wife and felt his jaw drop to the floor.

Hermione was wearing a fancy black cloak with a deep red blouse underneath. She had on black fishnet stockings and shiny black boots that accentuated her long legs. Her hair hung loosely down her back in tight ringlets. A coat of black lipstick and eyeliner that seemed to make her eyes glow brighter completed the look.

Ron tried unsuccessfully to speak and had to clear his throat several times.

"Are you going out in that?"

Hermione frowned at his question and put her hands indignantly on her hips.

"And just what exactly is that supposed to mean? You're the one that wanted to attend this Halloween party to begin with."

"I know that, I just didn't think you would look so…."

"So what? Ridiculous?"

"So drop dead sexy."

Hermione glanced up at her husband in surprise. "You think I look sexy?" she asked.

Ron nodded his head vigorously. "Oh yeah, you look amazing."

Hermione couldn't help the bright red flush that appeared on her cheeks. "Oh, well thank you. So are you ready to get going then?"

"Can't say that I am. In fact I don't think we are going to be going anywhere tonight."

Hermione looked at her husband like he had gone daft. "What are you talking about?"

"Hermione there's absolutely no way that I can let you go out looking that unbelievable. My brothers would all try to steal you away from me in a heartbeat."

Hermione chuckled amused. "Be serious Ron."

"I am serious love. You look downright delectable. I wouldn't be a proper husband if I let you go out like that and give all those poor blokes heart attacks."

"Well then just what do you propose we do?"

Ron grinned devilishly. "I suggest that we have our own party here, just the two of us."

Hermione grinned widely. "That does sound nice."

"It's settled then, I get Countess Hermione all for myself tonight." He pulled her against his chest and she locked her arms around his neck.

"Countess Hermione, I like the sound of that." Hermione opened her lipstick-lined mouth widely and for the first time Ron noticed the plastic fangs she wore.

"Bloody hell," he said. "Where did you get those?"

"Do you like them?"

"I think you're going to have to bite me Countess. I've been a very bad boy and you need to teach me never to infuriate the undead." He steered her toward the bedroom, his hands already wandering over her body.

"You know, I think you should dress up as a vampire every Halloween," he said, just before her lips met his.