Hermione tossed the blankets down and sighed. She didn't like waking up to sheets and comforter smothering her. And it seemed to be a fairly common occurrence.
"Do you have to pull the blankets up to your chin?" she asked.
Her response was a lump rolling over and pulling the blankets back over her nose. She tucked them back down under her chin, still feeling a little strangled.
She lay there for a moment. She wasn't going to get back to sleep anytime soon. And it wouldn't be long until she had to get up for work anyways. She thought for a moment and then a mischievous smile crossed her face.
She pulled the blankets over her head and ducked down to Viktor's side. She reached to his sides and began to tickle him.
Eventually they were both sprawled, sheets and blanket a mess, laughing.
"Must you?" Viktor asked.
"Only if you insist on strangling me each night," Hermione retorted.
A/N: This one is inspired by my life. I'm a foot shorter than my husband and the blankets are a huge debate for us.