A/N: The sin is sloth, and the prompt is "why me?".
"Hermione, you've got to get up," Ron sighs, gently shaking her awake.
His wife rolls over in bed and groans.
"I can't!" she complains sleepily.
"You haven't missed a day of work in your life, sweetheart," Ron points out.
"I've never been this pregnant in my life," Hermione points out. "Don't make me go, Ron! I've got a meeting and our little girl has been kicking all night. All I really want, other than days and days of sleep, is Bertie Bott's, but we're all out. We're all out! Why me?"
Ron sits down on the bed next to her and strokes her back reassuringly.
"First of all, you called that meeting," he tells her. "And I'm sorry that she's been bothering you, Hermione, I really am, but how could you ever think that I'd let you run out of Bertie Bott's?"
He produces a large packet from the drawer of the table next to his side of the bed, and Hermione's face lights up.
"Oh, Ron!" she exclaims.
She moves to grab the packet from his hands, but he dangles it just out of her reach.
"Not so fast," Ron says. "You've got to go to work today, Hermione. You specifically told me that you've got to go. There's no point in putting it off since we both know you're going anyway. Honestly, you're brilliant but you can be so stubborn sometimes…"
He trails off; Hermione is quietly snoring.
"Well, your lectures always put me to sleep," Ron laughs, putting the jellybeans back in their place. "So I suppose it'd work the other way around too. I'll make excuses for you, love."
He tenderly drapes the blanket over her and kisses her forehead before leaving.
Hermione, just barely awake, smiles. Tomorrow, she'll pay for skipping this meeting. Today, for the first time ever, she'll get her lazy day.