Perfect
"That ok?" Severus sighed when she didn't respond. "Hermione? Are you even listening?"
"Hmm, a little to the left would be good I think, Severus," she answered, dreamily.
"Oof... one second, I lost my... there, is that any better?"
"A little more," she repeated.
"...How about now?"
"Not quite, shift up a little bit, you slipped down just then."
"Now? Come on this has got to be it; we've been at it ages!"
"No we haven't!" She argued, "Let me just see if-"
"Oh will you make up your mind woman? My hands hurt, my arms are aching and my back's not doing too well either!"
"Stop complaining, Severus! You agreed we could do it this way. Hold on one more minute and then you can go for it. Oh, I know... a tiny fraction to the left... There! Yes! Perfect!"
"Well about bloody time! Had I known it was going to be this tortuous I'd never have agreed to do it this way in the first place."
Hermione folded her arms across her chest and 'harrumphed' "Well, you know what? I happen to like doing it this way. It's more..."
"Frustrating? Irritating? Painful on my part?" He suggested.
"Fulfilling," she finally answered, smiling.
He sighed, exasperated at her choice of words and got down from his place on the stool.
"I like it," she said simply, grinning at him and pulling him closer for a kiss.
"You would, especially as I was the one doing all the work," he joked, running his hand through her messy hair.
"Yes, that and I had a rather nice view of your arse in the process." She laughed at the look on his face.
"Is that so? Well I think I need to see something in return, wife of mine," he said, pulling her towards the bedroom by the waist.
She giggled and, with one last look at the just-hung painting above the fireplace, ran ahead of him into the bedroom, leaving the rest of the unpacking for another time.