It was one o'clock in the morning and Hermione was staring at Ron with an angry look, her face was completely red. Ron, on the other hand, was leaning against the wall with a smirk on his face. He was so used to this that it wasn't funny anymore. In fact, it was getting to the point where it was quite amusing. Hermione would wake up, have the nightmare that Ron left her for Lavender, wake up Ron, get made at him, and forget about it in the morning. It had been happening ever since they got married. Though Harry said that it will all blow over soon, Ron didn't mind. She would say things that she had been thinking of him and she wouldn't even know it.
"YOU IRROGANT PRAT! I HATE YOU!" She screamed.
"I love you, honey." he replied calmly.
"NEVER TALK TO ME AGAIN!"
"If you want that."
"DON'T YOU CARE ABOUT ME?"
"Of course, I do, love."
"'CAUSE I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE WORLD!"
Hermione ran to him and hugged him, taking in his scent. She sighed in content.
"I love you, Ron."
"I love you too, Hermione."
Yup, he can get used to it.