Hermione

I was glad Ron cared about me. I cared about him as well, and his happiness –even if that meant I had to go to the healer. But sometimes I just didn't want to listen to his ideas. (Even-if I have to admit-it was good).

"No!" I shouted loudly at Ron as I ran up the stairs to avoid his constant nagging.

It was about a week after Ron had returned home, and he was still adamant about me going to see a healer. There was no reason. I was as healthy as the next person. He never shut up about going either. Any time I saw my husband, he would ask about going, or tried to get me to go – and I saw him almost every second of every day, when he wasn't at work. Granted, it had been a while since I'd even gone for a check-up. There still was no reason for me to go. I wasn't sick. I took good care of my health. Just some people (Ron) wouldn't believe the fact that I was a responsible adult who did actually care for herself.

One (Ron) probably wouldn't believe that I am very precautious about hygiene. My parents were bloody dentists! I learned everything I needed to as a child, and I never once broke my routine. But Ron wasn't worried about hygiene, really. He thought I had some kind of degenerate disease or something serious like that. I didn't. I knew I didn't.

"Hermione!" He called and I heard him run after me. "You have to go! Merlin knows what could be wrong."

"I don't want to go, Ron." I quickly turned to face him, stopping him dead in his tracks. "I know I'm fine. There's nothing that can change my mind on that."

"There must be something wrong," he told me as he took a few steps closer to me. "You did lose-"

"That has nothing to do with this, Ronald," I spat at him and turned away, stomping up the stairs. I was fuming that he would even blame that on me. He was just so insensitive sometimes.

I heard him sigh and keep following me as I walked away. "Hermione, I-"

"Go away," I snapped at him, running my hands through my hair and pulling on it.

His words stung me. As if a bee had landed on my heart and stung it. I went into our bedroom and slammed the door behind me, locking it before jumping onto out bed and wrapping the blankets around me as if to hide from the world. I heard Ron mumbling outside the door and a small click of the door unlocking. The door creaked a little as he slowly pushed it open. His footsteps drew closer to the bed and the springs squeaked as he sat beside me. I felt his hand gently placed onto my back.

"I shouldn't have brought it up. I know that," he whispered to me. He didn't try to remove the blankets around me. "And I'm sorry. I know it still bothers you everyday, Hermione."

"Then maybe you should be a little more sensitive, Ron," I mumbled and wiggled a little away from him.

"You're right," he admitted and I felt his weight shift closer to me. Damn him. If I tried to move more, I'd surely end up on the floor.

"When am I wrong?"

"Well, probably about your health." I frowned when he said that to me. "Alcohol is really bad for a person's health in such high amounts, Hermione."

"I know I'm fine, Ron. Honestly. I don't need to go and be told nothing is wrong with me. It'd just be a waste of time." I pulled the blankets down just a little to peak at Ron. He looked very sympathetic, but I wasn't ready to forgive him just yet.

"Hermione, neither of us know the underlying health problems. You may be healthy on the outside, but you could be deathly ill."

"But I'm not, Ron. If I were I'd probably be dead by now, so clearly I'm not." I shrugged and pulled the blanket back over my head. I was in no mood to deal with him anymore.

"For me, Hermione," he pleaded.

"I've said no so many times, Ron, and I mean it. I don't want to go."

He sighed and pulled the blanket off of me to place a kiss on my head. I closed my eyes tightly as he did so. "Please," he whispered. "I love you, so much."

"And what if you're wrong? What if I am healthy, Ron?" I asked quietly. I could have been the healthiest person in the house, though it wasn't saying much because being an auror was a dirty job. And my only competition was an auror.

"Then you're healthy." He shrugged and kissed my forehead again. "And we don't have to worry about it."

"Is there any way you'll shut up about it if I don't go?" I asked quietly, looking up at him. He seemed like he was trying to be as sincere and sympathetic as possible. It was working to an extent.

"No," he said flatly.

"Fine."

"Really?" he asked a little too excitedly. His tone had shifted so much, it was shocking.

"Yes," I mumbled to him begrudgingly.

I had given in. That was the first and last time, though. And the only reason I did so was because I was tired of my husband's constant nagging of going to the hospital. Though the trip would be beneficial. I could prove that I am not sick and Ron can get it into his head that my habit is not as dangerous as he would like to believe. I had gone two weeks, alone without burning down our home or doing any other damage. And I was not fatally ill. It was one of those scare tactics that every doctor or healer uses to get you into their office, and I wasn't one to fall for them. Clearly alcohol isn't as bad for a person as one would think. I had been drinking for a while and I was still healthy. No damage had been done. None at all. I could do everything a person without the habit could do, as well. I wasn't inhibited at all. Apparently healers and doctors didn't know what they were talking about when it came to alcohol.

"Great!" he said, just a little too excited as he hopped off the bed. "I'll make you an appointment right now." He gave me a pat on the head before leaving the room.

I stayed in the bed, sulking. I still couldn't believe that I gave into his nagging and said yes. I had thought that I would win the argument, but now I would be able to prove to him that I was okay and there was nothing to worry about. Ron was just an over reactor anyway. He did care about my health…but it was annoying that he never left me alone about it.

After about twenty minutes, I heard Ron walk into our room and he sat on the bed beside me. I was still upset about giving in to him. He placed a hand on my back and rubbed it gently. The silence between us seemed welcomed now. It was very peaceful all of a sudden. Like we were newlyweds again. He was warm as well. And his hand felt soft against me. Those were the kinds of things I missed. The things I fell in love with my husband for - along with the many other things my husband was good at.

Then he laid beside me. The warmth of his body pressed against mine felt amazing. Almost completely new. I was glad that I chose Ron as a husband. I couldn't be mad at him anymore, though I knew once we were no longer cuddling, I would return to my sulking, and being mad with myself for listening to his absurd ideas.

"I love you," I heard the quiet words escape his mouth. And my heart broke.

A/N Uh oh…looks like Hermione is in trouble. Review and let me know what you thought. Hope you enjoyed the chapter!