Oh, how the mood had changed in only twenty-four hours.

"So, so sick of it, Ron!" Hermione screamed.

"Hermione, I am NOT going to apologize for this one, okay? You somehow guilt me into always being the one apologizing, but this time you are the wrong one, and you refuse to admit it!"

Ron and Hermione were almost nose to nose, both their faces flushed and their eyes burning with anger. They weren't even arguing over something that had happened, they were arguing over…an argument. More specifically, how it was that she always seemed to win.

"It's not my fault I'm right, Ron! Try being more intelligent! And I do nothing of the sort, again it's my fault!"

Ron threw his hands in the air before grabbing his own hair in frustration. "More intelligent, Hermione? What is this, a muggle game show? You try being less obnoxious! And don't even try to use the pregnancy hormones as a scapegoat this time, because you're like this when you're not pregnant too!"

Hermione fumbled for something to say. Ron sensed this moment of vulnerability. "See? I gotcha. Maybe I give in sometimes, Hermione, but no, okay? You always have excuses for the way you act, and I accept them because I don't usually want to be mad at you! But when you don't accept the most reasonable excuses from me, what does that make us?"

"It makes us a dysfunctional couple, Ron! If you can't even trust me! And I deserve allowances for the way I act sometimes, okay? You know how overprotective you are? Do you know how…how crazy I get stuck here all day, because you can't stand the idea of me actually working? It is ridiculous for you to suggest that I can't work for the next few years because of this baby! Do you know that I've been mad at you for the past two years? And now I can't work while pregnant again? You're such a prat! I—" Her rant was cut off by him pulling her into a searing kiss, his lips pressing to hers and his hand on the back of her neck. He had learned with time that this was one of the more effective ways of shutting her up. But this time she wasn't going for it.

She broke away, almost wanting to slap him. "Not this time, Ron. There is no way you're getting off THAT easily." She 'hmph'ed and turned her back to him, crossing her arms across her chest and thinking of her next actions.

"Oh, of course not! I'm not the one who usually sleeps on the couch, or gets kicked out of the house, or has to do meaningless errands that serve no purpose other than getting me out of your way! You know that Ginny doesn't do that to Harry, right? Or any other blokes at work have to put up with the likes of you!"

"The likes of me? No other women have to deal with the likes of you, Ronald! Leaving a mess all over the place and then asking me to clean it up! Being at home for hours and not even thinking to make his exhausted wife some food! You are utterly—utterly—" She couldn't finish her sentence before she dashed for the bathroom and hurled the contents of her stomach into the toilet.

I don't get it, it's midnight, it's not morning sickness…Ron was bewildered. He rushed after her.

She was kneeling over the toilet, her forehead sweaty and her breathing rapid. Ron knelt beside her, holding back her hair as she coughed and spluttered. "Shh, shhh Hermione, it's okay, it's okay babe." He kissed the top of her head.

She let out a ridiculous sound that sounded like a mixture of a laugh, a cry, and a cough. "How can you s-say that seconds after we were screaming bloody hell at each other?"

"Because I love you, and you're sick. That simple."

"That simple?" She stood up, his hand still holding her. She shook him off and went over to the sink, splashing her face with cold water. She shuddered violently.

"Yeah, that simple. Hermione, are you okay?"

She had started to look weaker and weaker, her eyes rolling back a little.

"I—I'm f-f—" She was trying to say 'fine' but she never got the words out. She fainted at his feet.

"She's going to be fine, Mr. Weasley. It's just a simple fever." The Healer said. Normally, Hermione's symptoms would've have been admitted to St. Mungo's, but this Healer was the woman who had helped Hermione with Rose, and they had become friends along the way.

"But what about the baby?" Ron fretted.

"The baby should be fine as well. The sickness shouldn't last more than a week, if it does, come see me again. She doesn't even have to stay here, you should be able to take care of her at home."

"Oh my god, thank you so much." Ron sat down in relief, holding his head in his hand.

The witch smiled. "No problem. I'll go get her."

"So, you made a big deal out of nothing?" Hermione was lying alone in bed, her and Ron had agreed to sleep separately until she got better.

"Not nothing! In case you haven't noticed, you're stuck in bed with cold sweats and a craving for soup."

Hermione smiled a little bit. "I appreciate it, Ron."

Ron knelt by the side of the bed and pushed a lock of her hair off her face. "I'm going to do everything I can to help you get better, okay?"

She nodded, her eyes slowly closing. She yawned. "I-I love you, Ron."

He kissed his hand and pressed it to her cheek. "I love you too."

A/N: I know I promised major drama, but this is all I had time for. Because, I have SUPER big news! You ready?

I'm getting married next week! Both mine and my boyfriend's parents agreed, so the wedding is next week, and the honeymoon is to the oh-so-glamorous Holiday Inn in South Beach, Florida! Wow! So I'm sorry I didn't have time to write more, I hope you guys can understand! Also, another chapter might not be up for about three weeks or so, I'm gonna try and write snippets over the next few weeks and see if my friend can upload them. Either way, last chapter as an unmarried woman! Yayyy me. I'll update ASAP!

XOXO, Love always!