Disclaimer: this is a piece of fluff. A oneshot that really makes no sense. I am not JKR, if I was, Ron and Hermione would have been together a loooong time ago.
"I'm sorry"
The words had been used so often before, how could it not have been, with all their fights? It was a peace offering, the way to make everything ok. Once you said the words, it was a golden ticket, it enabled you to say whatever you felt.
"I know."
The words had to come faithfully after the apology. It was a rule. Much like the rule of answering 'fine' when someone asks how you are. It was just something they had to do.
She laughed softly, her frame shaking slightly. He couldn't make out her features against the hall light, but there really was no question of what it was.
"Our favorite phrase."
She couldn't keep the smile out of her voice. He offered a small smile, and she entered the room.
"I really am sorry, you know." She said it matter-of-factly, as if she was reciting this for a test. She sat on the arm of the chair, looking thoughtful for a moment.
"I love you."
"The three most overused words in the English dictionary."
"And, the, and a?" She asked, giving him a cheeky smile. He shook his head. A small crease formed on her forehead.
"I really do love you." There was concern in her voice, as if she thought he doubted her love.
"Oh. And so that's why you'll allow me to tickle you?" he asked, before attacking her. She was pinned on the ground while he mercilessly attacked her stomach. She giggled and struggled.
"Ron!" she gasped.
"Yes, Hermione?" he asked, focusing on getting her ribs.
A loud boom sounded.
"Never…" she began, catching her breath, "tickle someone who is much more talented at jinxing then yourself."
She laughed while watching her husband on the floor, trying to fight a tickle jinx.
"Her…mione…" he gasped, pausing for a bout of laughter every so often.
"Yes, Ronald?" She asked, sitting herself on the rocking chair.
"Rose…loves…me"
"Oh really?" Hermione asked, walking over to the crib. Baby Rose lay there, her brown eyes stared at her mother. Hermione scooped her up and tickled her belly for a moment, before walking over to Ron.
"Rosie," she asked the baby, crouching, "Shall we let your father up?" Rose giggled, pointing at her father.
"Dada!" she cried giddily, before sticking her thumb in her mouth.
Hermione shrugged.
"Maybe she does love you." She said, a smile on her face as she said the counter jinx.
"It seemed foolish to have a fight about that really," she continued. "After all, we know she calls Harry dada too. It really doesn't mean anything."
Ron rolled his eyes.
"Whatever love." He said, kissing his wife. "She calls Ginny mama though, does she call you that?" he asked when the kiss broke.
In an instant he was on the floor again, laughing hysterically.
"Oh Rosie," Hermione said to her daughter, "what are we going to do with him? Will he ever learn?"
Rose giggled.
A/n: that's it! Please review and check out my other oneshots!