A/N: Along with the prompt below, my requester asked for Ron and Hermione "as a young (maybe married) couple, perhaps when they're both at home after work and get to hopeful talking about life together and the future", and I was happy to provide!
Prompt: One falling asleep with their head in the other's lap [post-DH]
Planning
It had been a long week. Hermione had now been married for sixteen days, having spent the last eight enjoying the Mediterranean coast with her husband. As soon as she had gone back to work, though, any relaxation had been drained out of her as a difficult case had gripped her Department in her absence, demanding her to stay after hours at her office and to bring mountains of work to go over before bedtime.
Friday night, she had come home to a warm meal and wine already waiting for her, and after dinner Ron had coaxed her into taking the night off. They had barely seen each other during the past days—it hadn't been the first week of marriage they would have wanted. Hermione was exhausted, moody, and sleep-deprived. As much as she would have wanted to fling herself back to her work, she also knew she'd be no good if she just kept trudging forward. Being alongside Ron for so long had taught her that taking a break sometimes was not only nice, but necessary, so she had gratefully agreed and was now lying back on the sofa, her head on a cushion in Ron's lap, her eyes closed as she listened to Ron telling her a story about his day.
She felt Ron's fingers threading gently through her hair, working through the tangles.
'Hermione?' he asked suddenly.
She only managed to answer with a 'Hmm?', feeling sleepy and content for the first time in days.
'We've been married for two weeks,' Ron said, and without opening her eyes Hermione felt the smile on his face through his words.
'I know. Two days ago, actually. You told me "happy two week anniversary" and all, remember?'
'Yeah, I know. I just—isn't it weird? In a good way,' he hurried to add.
She smiled. 'It is. I can't believe all the months we spent planning the wedding, and now it's been two weeks… and a week since our honeymoon.'
Hermione sighed and opened her eyes to look back at him. 'I wish we could go back.'
Ron's arms wrapped loosely over her chest. 'We can. Things are a bit rough right now, 'cos of the wedding, and the honeymoon, and the house… But then we can start saving for that sort of thing, can't we? We'll have many holidays to plan… go wherever you wanna take me.'
Hermione's eyelids drooped as he continued to massage her scalp, Ron's gravelly voice acting like a balm.
'That sounds nice,' she whispered. 'I'm really glad I married someone so smart.'
Before drifting off, she heard him chuckle and say, 'Yeah. Me too.'
