"Ron, please, I’m just not in the mood." Hermione sighed and moved to swing her husband’s arm off from around her shoulders. She was at the Burrow, trying to cook dinner in the rebuilt kitchen. Molly was under the weather but insisted on a Sunday dinner while Charlie was in town, and somehow Hermione had been roped into cooking it. In theory, Ginny was supposed to be helping, but it was Harry in the kitchen with her and Ron, being Ron, was not helping in the slightest.