"We're going to fight, Ron. It's inevitable. Even people a little more..." She paused, searching for the right word. "Relaxed than us, are going to fight some of the time, it's natural." Even as she spoke, Hermione knew how odd it was to be all logical about it now when she was anything but in the moment.
Giving a shrug, she sipped her tea. "Were we? You still weren't happy with it," she pointed out. "You told me that you were tired of me not treating you like normal."