Hermione's day had not been exciting in the least - though from the reactions of shock from those in her department her leaving at noon apparently heralded the end of the world. Nevertheless, she'd left at lunch and spent the afternoon shopping. Picking up even a few things that made her blush when she thought about why she wanted them, but they were now neatly tucked away in the bottom of her suitcase and she didn't have to think about them at least until later that night.
She was, surprisingly, relieved at the idea of a long weekend. She and Ron had had their ups and downs, but the last year or so seemed so settled. She thought it might be good for them to get away and remember what each other was like, away from work and London and their day to day lives.
She was ready when he arrived at the flat, answering the door with a smile - her hair piled back into a mess of a wild bun, wearing comfortable jeans and a sweater in light blue that she was fairly sure his mum had knitted for her last Christmas.
"Finally away from work, then?" She thought she could tease a bit. It was the only time in memory that she'd left the Ministry before he had.