*At a party*
Ron: Where is Hermione?
Harry: How would I know, mate? She is your wife.
Ron: And she is your best mate!
Harry: *shrugs* She must be about...
Ron: You are literally of no help. *goes in search of her*
.....
Ron: There you are!
Hermione: *looks up from the book she is peering into* Oh hi.
Ron: I've been looking for you everywhere.
Hermione: I'm sorry,love. I just cracked this theory on time that I've been working on and I couldn't just not look further to confirm it.
Ron: You cracked a theory while dancing with me?
Hermione: Dancing with you is relaxing for me, helps me think. Thanks love *kisses him sweetly*
Ron: Well, then Unspeakable Granger, I'll be sure to dance with you every day from now on.
Hermione: *pecks him on the lips* okay.
Ron: Can I help you tho?
Hermione: No, love. Go enjoy the party. I'm fine here.
Ron: ....but....
Hermione: I'll join you soon enough.
Ron: Okay, if you say so, darling. I'll be waiting for you. *leaves*
Hermione: *shakes her head fondly at her loving husband*