Ron/Hermione. To me, the defining characteristic of Hermione's personality was NOT her appearance (she was neither a great beauty or terribly ugly), it was NOT her intelligence (although Hermione was extremely intelligent that wasn't the driving force behind her desire or willingness to do good), it was NOT her social skills (Hermione, while a good friend to Harry and Ron, could be rather lacking when it came to getting along with others or very good at making friends); what defined Hermione's personality the most was her willingness to put herself out there, and take major risks, for things she believed in and for the good and well-being of society. In other words, Hermione was a justice warrior to the core :) and I think fanfiction forgets that side of her too often when neglecting how big SPEW and social justice was to her personality. Hermione could be a bit hypocritical too but she loved doing the right thing or what she perceived as the right thing for society and the world. Hermione was literally, and in every other way in her personality, an activist.

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Early Morning Squabbles

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"Hermione, what are you up to now?" Ron asked wearily, one day after he rolled out of bed, got down to their kitchen, and saw that Hermione was already up—at 6 in the morning (she didn't actually have to wake til 7am)—and baking—he sniffed the air—cupcakes?

Hermione wiped her hands on a batter-covered apron she was wearing, one of the horrible aprons his mother had given Hermione as a Christmas present and subtle hint to her daughter-in-law to start cooking.

She raised a brow while checking the timer on her cookies and cupcakes. "What makes you think I'm up to something?"

Ron felt like slapping his forehead. "I dunno. Maybe the fact that I know you, you're up an hour early AND you turned our kitchen into a bloody bakery?"

There were dish pans and trays and cupcake decorations everywhere, it looked like she was planning on feeding an army.

"Very funny Ron. But, actually, I'm just making a few cupcakes and sweets—"

"The muggle way?" he asked sceptically. His wife could be weird sometimes.

"It's the only way I know Ron. You know I'm rubbish at cooking spells, as your mother never ceases to remind me. A delight she is. But," Hermione said with a satisfactory grin as she took out a batch of one of the cookie trays that were done. "I am good at doing it the muggle way."

Ron stared temptingly at the tray of chocolate chip cookies that were already done. "I suppose those aren't for me?"

Hermione shook her head and checked her watch again, clearly in a hurry to go wherever she was going after and doing whatever she was clearly up to. "Nope."

"So where are you taking these damn cookies and cupcakes?" he asked almost jealously.

Hermione smiled tiredly and he was simultaneously amused by the cookie batter in her hair, and chagrined by her obstinacy. "I'm going to take them to the house-elves, of course. It's the anniversary of the creation of SPEW and the SPEW club."

Ron took another closer look at the cookies and now saw the chocolate chips were house-elf shaped with little hats and the cupcakes were decorated with icing socks. "Merlin almighty." He groaned and wondered why he'd bothered to get up early too to see more of his wife's obsession with social justice causes, that were quite irritating to him.

"I'm going back to bed," he groaned and stretched out his back tiredly. "I suggest you do the same. You've already done enough batches to feed an army of elves." He patted over to take out his wand and clean the cookie batter from her delicate brown hair. "You look tired."

Hermione laughed sheepishly, her eyes dark from lack of sleep. "I'm fine, Ron."

"Go to sleep, Hermione. You can save the world another day."

Hermione crossed her arms and stuck out her chin. "Now you know that's not true, Ron. If somebody doesn't do something, then nothing will ever be done."

Ron groaned and rubbed at his tired eyes. "Okay fine. Save the world again, Hermione. I already did it once and once is enough I think!"

Hermione made an angry growl sound low in her throat. "You used to care about house-elves, Ron. It's the reason we had our first kiss because you actually remembered to care what happened to the house-elves during the final battle of Hogwarts!" she reminded him.

"Merlin Godric almighty!" he swore. "And I do care, I've been caring about house-elves ever since we've been married and every other social justice cause you obsess about. But maybe have you ever thought that I feel a little bit forgotten and would like some cupcakes too?"

She chucked the cupcake right at his head.

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Haha will they make up or continue fighting? :-) More humour and silly fluff and Santa too coming up.