"No, Ronald. Those ones go on the third shelf. That one goes on the first." Hermione sighed. They were yet again, sorting books.
"Sorry! I still don't understand the whole bloody system. Why can't we just put them wherever?" He asked, frustrated.
"Because how will I ever find them like that?" She questioned him.
"Hermione, you've read them all. Why do you need to find them so often?" Ron asked.
"Because I want to read them again. And besides, I only keep the good ones." She told him.
"More like the whole Hogwarts library." Ron muttered under his breath.
"Hmm?" Hermione raised her brow.
"Nothing, love."
Hermione smiled and went back to her books. Ron sat back and stared at her. She was so beautiful, just sorting all her books. He loved how her hair kept falling in her face and when she finally gave up and tied it back in a knot he asked "How about we stop this and go to dinner?"
"Ron, we aren't even halfway through!" She answered.
"I know, but I think you need a break." Ron replied. "It's been almost four hours, Hermione."
"Alright, fine. But we're finishing tomorrow." She said before putting another book away.
"Tomorrow too? It's taking up our whole weekend!" He whined.
"Well if you want to go to dinner, stop picking fights and let me get ready." She told him, before kissing his cheek and heading to their bedroom.
"This is not how I planned to spend my Friday night." Ron mumbled under his breath.
"I heard that!"
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"Ron, you've eaten six slices of pizza, haven't you gotten enough?" Hermione asked, raising her brows.
"No. I'm not even full yet." Ron said through a mouthful of food.
Hermione laughed at him as she finished up her second piece. "You've got quite the appetite, I've noticed."
"Took you long enough." Ron retorted, voice still muffled by pizza, which made the two of them laugh harder.
"Do you need a box?" The waitress' voice interrupted.
"Of course not. I'll finish these last two." Ron replied.
"I want one!" Hermione said as she slapped his hand out of the way. "And we'll take our check." She told the waitress.
They did, after all need a box, because Ron insisted on dessert.
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FanfictionRomione story set 2-3 years after the battle. They're around 20-21 and aren't married yet, but live together in an apartment near King's Cross. They still constantly bicker, but they can get through anything together and everybody knows that.
