Don't own anything except the plot line, sorry.

Hermione entered the shop timidly, used to the hustle and bustle that usual filled the famous robe maker's shop. She relaxed as Charlie closed the door behind him. Madam Malkin walked into the main room and smiled softly. "Hello Miss Granger. It's been a while since you've come in for a robe fitting. I understand you are need of a brand new basic set. Four robes for everyday wear, plus one for dirty work, and then two dress robes for special occasions." Hermione blinked before responding. "Yes, that sounds great." The rest of the time was spent in silence. Hermione stood patiently while Madam Malkin fitted her and Charlie sat in a chair off to the side, dozing off. At the end of the fitting, Hermione and Charlie exited the shop with robes of all kinds and colors, with Hermione's insistence that she pay just barely off her lips. Madam Malkin waved them on with a silent refusal to accept money from Hermione.

The pair meandered through the empty street and up to Gringotts. Hermione was relieved to see that there were few people in the wizard bank as she and Charlie crossed the floor. They met Bill on the other side who had Hermione's key and was waiting for them to join him. Bill put a hand on Hermione's shoulder and squeezed lightly. "Welcome back to Gringotts, Hermione." The older man said. Hermione gave him a small smile in response. Twenty minutes later found a windswept looking Hermione and Charlie stepping once more into the sunshine.

Hermione and Charlie resumed their leisurely walk throughout the street. Charlie smiled down at her as he slipped his arm around her shoulders. Hermione sighed happily and pressed closer to him as they window-shopped. "You know, I had almost forgotten how amazing some of this is." Hermione told him as they past the apothecary. Charlie chuckled into her hair in response. Hermione could not hold back her excitement as they approached Flourish and Blotts and she finally gave in to her excitement and dragged Charlie behind her into the store.

Hermione smiled and sighed as she ran her fingers across the spines of the shelved books. The pair separated in the store and perused through the different sections. Hermione was soon balancing books on everything from astrology to lycanthropy to potions on her way to the register. Charlie chuckled as he walked up to her. "Hermione sit down. I'll get these for you." The redhead told her. Hermione handed him the books and the pouch of money she had withdrawn at Gringotts and sat in a nearby chair, watching him.

"He's so handsome, the way the sunlight bounces off of him like that and he's so lucky not to have scars on his face." Hermione thought to herself. She watched the way he conversed with the owner. He was so comfortable in his working with people. Hermione continued to admire him as he pulled the bag with her books in it off the counter top. She hurriedly looked away as he turned towards her.

They exited the shop and wandered all the way to the end of the alley and back, stopping for just a quick moment for Hermione to buy new quills and ink. "You know, muggles have these things called pens," She told Charlie, "and they are so convenient to use, no spilling ink or horrible blotches when you try to write something. " Charlie chuckled. "Then why go back to quills and ink Mione?" Hermione stopped and turned to him. "Because I missed it." She told him solemnly. Charlie slipped his arm around her shoulder once more in response. They promptly exited the alley and apparated back to the Burrow.

The house was quiet when they returned. The hands of the clock all pointed to various errands and visits and only Hermione and Charlie's hands pointed to "Home". "I'll take the books upstairs for you Mione." Charlie said as they entered the living room. Hermione pulled out the special edition of Hogwarts: A History and then nodded her consent. When Charlie came down, he found her asleep with the book lying open to the very first page. Charlie took the book from her and sat beside her. He skimmed through the pages, remembering all the times he had flipped through his own copy.

When Hermione woke up from her nap she could hear the sounds of dinner being made in the kitchen and the hustle and bustle of a full burrow. Hermione turned on her side and one of the books in the stack on the nightstand caught her eye. A brand new copy of "Dragon Breeding for Pleasure and Profit" stood out brightly against the darker covers. Hermione grabbed it and opened the cover.

Hermione, I thought you might enjoy something with a little spark.

-Char

Hermione smiled to herself as she put the book down and headed down to the kitchen.

Sorry it took so long to post, next chapter up next Sunday.