Sunlight streamed through the window and onto the desk where she had fallen asleep the night before.

Ron entered his wife's study with a cup of strong coffee in his hand and saw her drooling over her desk. Her hair coming out of her bun which was put together by a pencil, a quill lying in between her fingers on a piece of paper, several books lay open around her desk. It amazes him she still somehow managed to make it look neater than Ron's desk.

She squinted her eyes and mumbled something, the words indecipherable to Ron, and put an open book on her head, covering her face.

Ron chuckled at the sight and walked towards her desk. Sitting on a nearby chair, he slowly lifted the book. "Good morning, 'Mione."

"Give my book back," Hermione said while frantically searching for another one.

"Nuh-uh," Ron shook his head, putting other books out of her reach. Hermione sat up, exasperated, and glared at Ron. He simply smiled at her and took a sip of his coffee.

After a minute of glaring, Hermione sighed and said, "You woke up early today."

"Yup, just this morning."

"It's good."

"But you wake up early everyday. Well, except today."

"It's a habit."

"Good for me."

"And why's that?" Hermione asked, yawning and propping her head on her palm.

"Well, in every marriage either the husband or wife should wake up early, and since luckily you have developed this habit long ago, this means I get to complete my sleep every day for the rest of our married lives," Ron said, sipping his coffee and eyeing her.

Hermione shot him a dirty look. In response, Ron just squinted his face. She was about to say something, but the aroma of coffee stopped her. She eyed the coffee in his hand. She reached for the cup, but Ron moved it out of her reach.

"It's my cup of coffee, 'Mione. If you want some, go and make it for yourself. I'm not going to give you mine," Ron said smiling.

"RON," Hermione shouted, "give me the cup! You could have prepared one for me, too, you know."

"Be independent, Hermione." The smile never left his face.

Hermione just looked at him in disbelief.

"May I have a sip, then? Just one?" she asked after a moment.

Ron nodded and offered her his coffee lovingly.

Hermione made a noise, scrunching her nose. "My hands are not working," she said, still eying the cup of coffee.

Ron arched his eyebrows, but when he saw her face, he took the cup in his hands and held it near her lips so she could have a sip.

"Is it good?"

"Very good."

Ron chuckled as she took another sip.

"What? " Hermione asked.

"Nothing. It's just funny how we're behaving a lot like each other today."

"Meaning?"

"Usually you're the one acting like a responsible adult while I act like an overgrown child."

"I'm not acting like a child," Hermione said, getting up from her chair.

"Yes you were, just now."

"No, I was not. I was just tired."

Ron chuckled. "You were drooling in your sleep."

"No, I was not." Hermione swatted him hard on his arm, eliciting an 'ouch' from him.

"There's my wife. I was getting worried that you were an imposter since you neither hit nor scolded me. But since you finally hit me it's confirmed you are my Hermione," Ron said, smiling and still rubbing his arm.

"You gave me the reason to hit you."

"But you still love me."

Hermione rolled her eyes and walked towards the door of the study. She stopped by the door. "Don't get worried when I don't hit you Ron, be worried when I start hitting on others," she said, smirking, and left.

Ron spit out his coffee with a cough.

A/N : Thanks to my beta StarsAbove221B for her help. Review please.