"Ron! RON!" Hermione was in a frenzy, dashing around the house, and ordering people 'who are NOT house-elves, and who get sick-leave, and pension, and…' around. Except Ron didn't get paid. Sick-leaves would be spent being admonished by Hermione. Pension would be living with her, all the time. He was there, marrying Hermione, on his own accord.

"Yes, darling?" Ron entered the room, standing just right so he didn't look too tense, but also so he might be hiding a hairdryer behind his back; always aiming to please.

"I need to know where my diamond earrings are, the ones I left in the living room so you could show your mum and your dad just what you work as," Hermione scurried from corner to corner, not directly looking at him; absently brushing her hair.

"I didn't touch them! And I left them there, and locked the door. They should still be there,"

"Well of course I checked, don't you think,"

"If I were you, I would check again. Hermione, why don't you wear the rubies, or the ones we got this summer, or – "

"I need the diamond earrings, I tell you! They need to match my dress and all," she looked absently inside her coffee cup, "Besides, I enchanted them to keep me from tripping, or stumbling, or saying 'Do I?'"

"Did you? I don't suppose you would be accusing me of misplacing them, which would be rather daft, seeing as I want to get finished with this wedding as soon as your prophetic mind permits,"

"Of course not. I'd much rather accuse you of being sulky about this whole wedding," Hermione said matter-of-factly, filled herself some coffee. But she was looking at her reflection in the coffee with intent, dark eyes.

"Oi!" Ron's ears went red, vividly reminding Hermione of why she wasn't wearing rubies in her ears. "Sulky? Me!? Well in any case, my parents will be here, tonight, so why don't you just ask them,"

"You know I don't think your parents stole my earrings," Hermione replied huffily.

Ron seemed temporarily lost for words. But then - "I don't know why I put up with you,"

Hermione seemed taken aback, by the lowness of his voice, the intensity, the melodiousness… the melodiousness! "Only because you have to. And in any case,"

"You'd loose your face,"

"At Quidditch," said Ron

"At wits," said Hermione

"At chess,"

"At dueling,"

Ron blinked. Well that one was new.

"You've never seen me duel,"

"Well, people aren't that cruel,"

"To pick a fight with me!?"

"My words exac-"

"No! Remember in the Dep't of Mysteries?" Ron glared. The game didn't seem fun anymore, and Hermione wondered if she had crossed the line.

She smiled apologetically. "Weasley is my king," and then she kissed him.