Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any shape or form, so there.
Break Time
She was unbelievable, she really was. There was absolutely no reasoning with her. She was way to stubborn for her own good. Ron knew this and yet here he was trying to convince her too stop her work for the night.
Hermione had brought home a number of reports to work on from her job at the Ministry and had been slaving over them for five hours straight. Ron could see her eyelids drooping and her grip on her quill loosening and knew it was time to call it a night. There was just the small problem of getting her too agree.
Gently, Ron took the quill from her hand and set it on the desk
"What do you think your doing?" his wife bellowed at him.
"You've worked on that enough, Hermione. You need a break."
"I can't take a break right now. I have to finish this for Thursday's meeting."
"Hermione, it's only Monday."
"I know perfectly well what day it is, but I want to hand it in to my boss early so that he can make any necessary corrections."
Ron rolled his eyes, as if anything that she did needed that many days to be corrected.
"You're mental, you know that."
"I seem to recall you telling me that once or twice, yes."
This was getting him nowhere… time for a new strategy, Ron thought.
"Please love," he begged, "take a break I don't like to see you exhaust yourself like this." He took her hands in his own and noticed that her fingers were blue.
"What's so funny?" Hermione asked, when she saw his shoulders shake.
"You have ink on your fingers." He brought her hands up to his face and proceeded to kiss all of her ink stained fingers.
Without any effort, her incredibly sexy husband lifted her up into his arms and carried her in the direction of the bed.
Hermione's last thoughts before she was lost in total bliss were that maybe she should take a break more often.
The End.