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Category: Post-HBP Characters:Harry/Ginny, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley Genres: Fluff Warnings: None Story is Complete Rating: PG Reviews: 20 Summary: Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny spend a cold, wet Halloween in a most unlikely place . . . with some pleasant results. Hitcount: Story Total: 6456 |
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A/N: So, it's a day late. Sorry. But aren't we all still in the Halloween mood? Sure we are. Enjoy. And I love reviews, so please leave one. Halloween at Madame Puddifoot's? The annual Halloween day excursion into Hogsmeade during Harry Potter's seventh year at Hogwarts was a particularly wet and cold day. Harry hadn't really been sure he wanted to go into Hogsmeade with the other students. Even though he ended up returning to school, Harry still did not really feel a part of it as he was quite often away from Hogwarts with other members of the Order of the Phoenix. And, even when he was there, other students would stare and whisper and, for the first time in almost seven years, Harry didn't feel like he really belonged. His mixed emotions notwithstanding, Harry allowed himself to be talked into going for the day into the nearby wizarding village. By the time Harry and his two best mates, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, and his girlfriend, Ginny Weasley, had trudged through the mud and puddles that formed the road between the school and Hogsmeade, they were wet, cold and ready to get out of the wind and sleet and into someplace warm and hospitable. "This wind is so bloody cold, I think half my nose has frozen and is going to fall off," growled Ron from under his heavy woolen cloak. Ginny laughed. "That might not be bad, Ron. Then your nose wouldn't be so long." Hermione glared at Ginny as Ron gave her a gentle shove. "Very funny, Ginny." "I thought so," Ginny grinned as she adjusted the hood covering her flaming red hair. "But I do agree with you. We need to get out of this cold and thaw out." "We could go into Honeydukes," Harry suggested as he shook of some of the driplets of water that had formed on his cloak from the melting sleet. Ron brightened immediately and started to enthusiastically nod his head. Hermione, however, did not look as pleased at Harry's suggestion. "I'm hungry. I think we should first get some lunch." "That's okay," Ron insisted, sensing a visit to the candy store was about to be postponed. "We can get plenty of good things to eat at Honeydukes." Hermione frowned at that suggestion. "Ron, that's so unhealthy. My parents' . . ." "Hermione, for Merlin's sake." Ron sighed in exasperation. "You're eighteen years old. Why are you still worried about what your parents would say?" Hermione's cheeks flushed with anger. "Maybe because I happen to agree with them." Harry and Ginny gave each other a worried look and stepped between Hermione and Ron. "It's okay, Hermione," Harry said soothingly. "We agree we need to eat something healthy. Let's just go look at the candy and get warm. Then we'll figure out a place to get something to eat." "Or we could get some candy and . . ." Ron muttered. "Don't push it," Ginny hissed. Ron scowled at her. "Thanks for the support, Ginny. That's a great example of family sticking together." "Well I'm sorry, Ron, but I had in mind somewhere nice where we could sit down, relax, enjoy visiting while we ate something tasty. Not standing up in a crowded aisle of a busy store eating candy, yelling at each other over the noise. If you want to buy something, go ahead, but it's not going to change my mind about sitting down somewhere." Hermione looked at Harry. "That's two for our side, Harry. Are you with Ron or with us?" "You, definitely. I'm hungry, cold, and I want to be somewhere where not everyone is staring at me." "All right, all right. I know when I've been outmaneuvered. I guess it's the Three Broomsticks, then." Ron took two steps toward the popular pub before Harry's voice stopped him. "I don't want to go there." "What? Why not? Not in the mood for Butterbeer or something?" Ron joked, but his voice trailed off as he saw the look in Harry's eyes. Ginny took Harry's hand and stepped closer to him. "Oh, Harry, I don't blame you for not wanting to see her. But, she feels bad, too. It wasn't like she wanted to hurt you and Professor Dumbledore." "I know. It's not anything against Madam Rosmerta. But even being here, in town. It's all just too much. Maybe I should go back to school, leave you three to enjoy your day." He looked over his shoulder at the castle in the distance and Ginny slipped her arm around his waist. "Harry, we are not staying here while you go back to school. We can't enjoy ourselves without you anyway." Harry laughed at that statement. "Oh, yeah. The life of the party. That's me. I know what actually happens. You just sit around and worry about me, right?" Ginny shrugged. "Can't help it. But seriously, stay here with us, please." She gave him "the look" and as she expected, he caved. He could never deny her anything when she looked at him with what he liked to call puppy-dog eyes. "Give it up, Harry." Ron clapped him on the shoulder. "You're Ginny's now and she won't let you mope by yourself. Besides, you have to admit it will be more fun here with us than back at that stuffy old castle." Harry smiled in defeat. "Okay, I guess you're right. But not at the Three Broomsticks, please." "Well, I guess it will have to be the Hog's Head. At least we can do some cleaning charms now on the glasses, plates, tabletop, and maybe the food." Hermione grimaced. The four of them stepped resolutely down the street toward the pub, all of them thinking about the previous bad experiences they had had there. Ginny stopped in the middle of the street, though and everyone else stopped to look at her. "Do any of us really want to go to the Hog's Head? I mean, really? No, of course not. We are only going there because there is nowhere else to go. But . . . there is actually somewhere else." Harry raised an eyebrow at her. Ron often thought it was eerie how they could practically read each other's minds and this time was no different. "No, absolutely not. I can't go there." "Go where?" Ron asked, because although obviously Harry and Ginny knew what they were thinking, he and Hermione were left out of the loop. "They serve good food there," Ginny replied defensively without really answering Ron's question. "Yeah, if you can put up with all of the other stuff," Harry answered Ginny. "Harry," Hermione said with an air of irritation, "what are you and Ginny talking about?" Harry turned and looked at Hermione. "Ginny wants us to go have lunch at Madame Puddifoot's." "Oh hell!" Ron moaned and received a stern look from his girlfriend as Ginny explained her suggestion. "Well, where else do you suggest we go that's warm, dry, relatively quiet and serves good food?" Ron snorted in disgust. "It's quiet because everyone's busy snogging each other." He then got a funny look on his face and looked at his younger sister. "How do you know what it's like at Madame Puddifoot's?" Ginny blushed and glared at her brother defiantly. "I've been there." "Oh," Ron looked intrigued. "Who . . ." "Both Michael and Dean. Now, can we just start walking there. It's cold." Hermione answered in an apparent attempt to change the subject. Ginny gave a sideways glance at Harry who seemed to have taken Hermione's comment well enough. As he had his own memories of Madame Puddifoot's, he certainly wasn't going to quibble over Ginny going there on dates. He glanced at her and smiled. "I guess there really isn't any other place to get some good food. We might as well go there." "I bet they won't have any warm Butterbeer," Ron grumbled as they walked toward the small cottage. "I'm sure they do," Hermione tried to sound as reassuring as possible. "Believe me, Ron," Harry said with a wry grin, "whether you can get butterbeer there is the least of your worries." Ron got a concerned look on his face. "What do you mean?" "I mean," Harry looked at Ginny and she started giggling, "that the inside of Madame Puddifoot's is sickening. It's all pink and frilly and sappy. And, when I was there, there were little cupids flying around dropping pink confetti." "Oh yeah," Ginny grinned widely, "There's always the little cupids." "All year?" Ron asked in disbelief. "Nah, you're just giving me a bad time." "I guess we'll see," Ginny commented with a smile as they arrived at Madame Puddifoot's and she opened the door. The four of them walked into the small tea shop and Ron stared in disgusted amazement. The place appeared snug and cozy in a frilly, overdone sort of way. The walls and tables were decorated with frills and bows and, to Ron's horror and the other three's amusement, the little golden cupids that hovered above the tables were dressed in dainty little pumpkin costumes right down to tiny leafy hats and booties. However, the Halloween theme didn't stop there. On each of the tables were Jack O Lanterns with words carved into them rather than faces. The words included "love," "kiss," "hug," and "smooch." "This is a bloody nightmare," Ron mumbled under his breath as a very stout lady with a shiny black bun came up to greet them. "It's just wrong to mix Halloween with Valentine type stuff. Look, it's not too late to go to the Hog's Head." But then she was upon them, and it was too late. "Hello, my dears. So good to see you today. Separate tables, I assume?" "Uh, no. We'll sit together." Harry answered her, glancing at the others to see if there was any dissent. "All four of you? Together?" She sounded scandalized — like they had suggested they were going to be stripping down to their altogether and dancing naked in the front window. "Uh, yes. All of us together." Harry answered again, although Ron looked pained, like he would rather be stripping down to his altogether and dancing naked. "Well, okay. I do have one table that seats more than two. It's in the back." "That's all right!" Ron blurted out, almost too loudly. "The back is fine." Madame Puddifoot glared at him suspiciously and led them into the back of the small shop. The table was definitely secluded, hidden behind some shrubbery where it was really difficult to even see that anyone was back there. They sat down gratefully and opened up the menus that were stacked behind the serviettes. Although when they had originally sat down there were no cupids in sight of their table, that quickly changed. As they were the only ones in the shop, five cupids headed over immediately, fluttering around and sprinkling black and orange pumpkin-shaped confetti over their heads. Madame Puddifoot came over a few moments later and asked if they wanted anything to drink. "Butterbeer, please," Ron said, swatting futilely at the two cupids over his head. "We don't serve Butterbeer. You'll have to go to a pub for that. We are a tea shop. We serve tea." She recited this with the ease of long practice. Ron scowled again, "I don't want tea. I want Butterbeer." "Oh, Ron. Grow up a bit. Try something new." Hermione buried her nose in the menu again. "I'll have hot cocoa. With whip cream." "Cocoa isn't tea." Ron protested as the landlady nodded and jotted on her notepad. Ginny smirked at him but ordered cocoa for herself as well. Harry wrinkled his nose, looking over the varieties of tea and coffee available on the menu before finally settling on Earl Grey tea. All of them looked at Ron. "Coffee, I guess." "Cream and sugar?" "Yes, please." He swatted again at the cupids, one of whom seemed to have developed a fondness for him as it was hovering right over his head and throwing down copious amounts of confetti. The orange almost matched his hair and disappeared in it, leaving only black spots visible on his head. The landlady hurried away and the cupids hurried after her, apparently knowing they weren't wanted. The pesky one remained however and continued to glide around Ron's head. Every once in awhile, Ron would look up at the pumpkin-costumed cherub, hiss at it and tell it to go away. Madame Puddifoot returned with the hot drinks. She was about to take their order when a couple from Hufflepuff came into the tearoom. Madame Puddifoot excused herself and hurried to the front to greet the new guests. While she was gone, the four quietly sipped their steaming drinks. However, the little cupid hovering above Ron's head continued to drop black and orange confetti onto him and into his coffee. Finally reaching the end of his rope, Ron stuck his wand up in the air and muttered the stunning spell. The cupid fluttered gracefully to the floor and laid there. Hermione and Ginny glared at Ron. Harry felt like clamping his hands over his ears, expecting that both of them would start yelling at his best friend. They were forestalled, however, as at that moment, Madame Puddifoot came back to take their lunch order and noticed the little cupid on the floor. "Aaah! Valentino! What happened?" She moved with surprising haste for a woman her size, scooting around the table and scooping the little body up in her hand. "What did you do to him?" "It was just a simple stunning spell. I didn't hurt him at all." "A simple stunning spell! Simple for you, maybe. It will take him hours to recover!" She cradled the tiny creature in one hand, then slipped it into her pocket as the girls gave Ron dark looks and Harry tried not to burst out laughing. Ron attempted to look concerned. "I bet some nice warm Butterbeer would help him recover more quickly -- ow!" Ron glared at Hermione who had kicked him under the table. Madame Puddifoot gave Ron a less-than-friendly look. "What do you want to eat?" Ron consulted the menu once again. "I know I don't want corned beef! Yuck. I'll have the chicken, please." Hermione ordered an egg salad sandwich and both Harry and Ginny ordered ham sandwiches. Madame Puddifoot practically stomped off and the girls both told Ron how rude he had been to stun the poor little cupid. Before Ron could respond, Harry commented about how few people were in the shop. Apparently, although it had been quite crowded on Valentine's day two years ago, this was not the place to hang out on Halloween. While waiting for their sandwiches to arrive, Ron looked up as heard the tinkle of the small bell above the door as another couple entered the tearoom. Ron glanced past Harry, Ginny and the potted plant to see who had just arrived and let out a rather strong expletive. The other three looked at him in shock. "I can't believe it," Ron huffed, "of all the people who should come in to this place, Lavender Brown just came in." Ginny started giggling, "Ooh, is Won-Won unhappy that Lav-Lav just came in?" Ron gave her a severe look and she continued. "Oh come on, Ron. You and Lavender aren't together anymore. Don't begrudge her coming here with someone else." Ron gave his sister an evil smirk. "I'm glad you feel that way, Ginny, because she's here with Dean Thomas." It was Ginny's turn to swear as she turned half-way around in her chair and craned her neck to see the two who were being escorted to a table near the front window. The four quietly watched for a moment under the protection of the plant which made them unnoticeable to the two Gryffindors. Ginny's face was wearing a sarcastic grin as she muttered, "Oh how nice, Dean just helped her into her chair. And I'm sure he also helps her through the portrait hole." Harry gave her a curious look. "What's all that about?" "It's what I told you earlier this year," Hermione replied before Ginny could open her mouth. "Ginny and Dean were already having some problems in their relationship and then one day Dean pushed her through the portrait hole. And that really . . ." "It really made me angry to have him being so macho that he thought he needed to help me through the portrait hole," Ginny broke in, her nostrils flaring. "As if I can't do it myself. As if I haven't been going in and out of Gryffindor Tower for five years. As if I bloody well can't fly and play Quidditch better than . . ." "Okay, okay," Harry said laughingly, "I think we got the idea." He stopped for a moment as if he had just begun to see the whole picture. "You want to know something?" Harry's face had broken into an even wider grin than he previously had. "I don't think that was Dean that helped you through the portrait hole. I think that's when I took the Felix Felicis and went out under my invisibility cloak. You were coming through and I bumped into you. You must have though it was Dean trying to help you through." Ginny stared at Harry in amazement. She opened her mouth to say something, closed it again and then said, "You mean to tell me you were the one that pushed me? Harry cleared his throat nervously and then mumbled, "Uh, yeah. I guess so." Ginny continued to quietly look at Harry for a moment or so and then gave a weak smile. "Well, it all worked out in the end, didn't it?" Harry smiled and nodded in relief as Hermione and Ron chuckled. Harry, hoping to turn the attention from himself, grinned at Ron. "Maybe Lavender might want her gold necklace back so she can give ti to Dean." Ron grimaced, shot Harry a withering look, and then gave Hermione a nervous glance out of the corner of his eyes. She had a surprised expression and was regarding Ron with interest. Apparently hoping to appease Hermione, Ron formed an exaggerated look of disgust. "Oh, that horrible looking necklace with that awful ‘My Sweetheart' written across it. Yuuuck! It was disgusting . . ." "Shame on you, Ron!" Hermione broke in angrily. "Lavender really cared about you. She gave you that necklace because she thought you cared about her. She cried herself to sleep every night for about a week after you two broke up." Ron gave his girlfriend a confused look. "Hermione, I don't understand . . ." "You're right, Ron. You don't understand. That's the problem sometimes." "What are you on about?" "What you said about Lavender. You may have thought the necklace was disgusting, but she obviously was trying to get something special for you." Ron kept staring at Hermione as if she had three eyes. "But it was so mushy and . . ." Hermione snorted in disgust. "Mushy! That's what you think about everything. Look at what you did to that poor little cupid." "Oh, for the love of Merlin," Ron growled in frustration. "This is getting ridiculous." "Watch out, Hermione," Ginny snickered with an impish grin, "he may stun you like he did Valentino." "Shut it, Ginny." Ron's ears were red and his nostrils were flaring. Harry jumped in to try to ease the tension. "She's just joking with you, Ron. Don't be so . . ." "I'm not in the mood." Ron snapped at his best mate. He then turned back to Hermione. "I was just trying to say that the necklace was way too much. It was ugly." Hermione opened her mouth to respond but Ginny jumped in. "Ron, Lavender is Hermione's roommate. There's a certain bond with girls who room together and Hermione doesn't like hearing you make fun of her roommate." However, Ron was barely listening to his younger sister. He was staring aghast at Lavender and Dean kissing at the front of the teashop. "I can't believe it," Ron exclaimed indignantly. "Look at the way they're kissing in public." Hermione craned to look past Harry and Ginny who were turning in their seats to also get a look. Hermione gave Ron a disgusted look. "You and Lavender used to do a lot worse." Ron glared at his girlfriend indignantly. "We didn't look that bad." The other three laughed as Ginny practically burst out, "You two were rolling around like eels!" "Yeah, all the time," Harry added. He then continued, "I really didn't like it when you and Lav-Lav were together. I didn't like you and Hermione not talking and I especially didn't like to see her hurting the way she was." Hermione gave Harry a grateful smile. Harry seemed to be pondering something for a moment and then gave Ron a wolfish grin. "But if you were going to be snogging someone other than Hermione, good on you for picking one of the prettiest Gryffindor girls. I mean she has a figure that . . ." Harry's smile faltered at Ginny's expression. If looks could kill, Ginny wouldn't even have needed to use the Avadra Kedavra spell. Harry tried desperately to get himself out of hot water. "Bu . . .but, Ginny is by far the best looking Gryffindor girl . . ." "Yeah, right!" Ginny harrumphed angrily. "Come on, Harry, please do go on. Tell us what you were really going to say. Tell us how big Lavender's . . ." "I wasn't going to say that," Harry cut in. Ginny gave him a sarcastic smile. "You didn't need to, Harry. We all know what you were thinking." "Well, it doesn't matter," Harry muttered, "because I like yours the best." This time, Ron jumped in, raising his voice threateningly. "What the hell did you just say about my little sister? When did you see her . . ." "Ron," Hermione hurriedly cut in, "for heaven's sake, don't say things like that." "Well what do you expect me to say when he makes a comment like that?" Hermione continued to scold Ron while he kept shooting dagger looks at Harry who already had problems of his own as he and Ginny were going the rounds. The fray would probably have continued if Madame Puddifoot hadn't arrived with their sandwiches. She was followed by a couple of cherubs, but as she got near the tables she shooed them away. "No, no, don't come near this table. These four know nothing about romance." She placed the sandwiches in front of each of them and, staring disapprovingly at them, wished them a nice lunch and left for another table. Frowning at each other, the four quietly picked up their sandwiches and started to eat when all of a sudden, Ron let out a loud curse. The other three looked at him in surprise. Hermione glared at Ron reproachfully. "What is it now, Ron? Not enough mayonnaise?" "No," Ron spluttered in disgust, "this is corned beef! That old bat gave me corned beef and you can bet your last knut it wasn't by accident." Harry got a big grin on his face and Ginny actually laughed out loud. Hermione gave Ron a withering look. "Well Ron, you could always stun Madame Puddifoot like you did Valentino." Ron scowled. "Oh, very funny, Hermione. Very funny." For the next few minutes, all that could be heard from the four was chewing and Ron's muttered oaths after each bite of his corned beef sandwich. Madame Puddifoot came by their table as they were just finishing their lunch. She put on her best smile. "Did you enjoy your sandwiches?" "No!" Ron said rather abruptly. "No, I didn't like my sandwich. You gave me corned beef." Madame Puddifoot put her hand to her mouth in mock surprise. "Oh my, did I do that? Well, I'm so, so sorry about my mistake." Hermione grabbed Ron's hand as he reached for wand in his robes. Unaware, Madame Puddifoot smiled and continued on. "I have some wonderful Halloween desserts such as pumpkin pasties, gateau au chocolat, and some lovely pumpkin ice cream and biscuits. All of these lovely desserts are the perfect way to end a romantic . . ." Her smile faltered a little as she surveyed the four of them. "Well, forget the romance. But the desserts still taste good." "Hey!" Ron exclaimed indignantly, "we're romantic." Madame Puddifoot gave Ron a bemused look as Hermione rolled her eyes and muttered something like "Oh, yeah, sure." Ron gave Hermione a quick glare and then turned back to Madame Puddifoot. "No, we don't need any dessert." "I think dessert sounds nice," Ginny spoke up. Ron gave her a scathing look. "No. We've already wasted enough . . ." "Ginny would like to have some dessert," Hermione said through gritted teeth. Ron, in frustration, looked at Harry who immediately said, "Don't pull me into this. None of us seem to be able to agree on anything today." Growing impatient, Madame Puddifoot announced she would return in a few minutes. As soon as she was gone, Ron rounded on the other three. "Why can't we just get out of here? Haven't you had enough of all the frilly stuff and Lavender and Dean doing a tonsillectomy up front?" He stopped as if just remembering Hermione's reaction to his earlier comment concerning romance. He turned and glared at her accusingly, "And why did you roll your eyes when I said we're romantic?" Hermione stared back at him, narrowing her eyes. "Think about it, Ron." Ron puffed out his chest. "Well, I know how to be romantic. I definitely know how to snog." Hermione got a very unhappy look on her face, but before she could say anything, Ginny snapped at her brother. "For your information, Ron, being romantic doesn't involve rolling around with Lavender in the middle of the Gryffindor Common Room. You don't know anything about really being romantic." Ron's ears turned beet red and his eyes flashed with anger. "Oh, and was your snogging with Dean right there in the corridor that time supposed to be romantic?" "Oh, for Merlin's sake, Ron." Ginny shook her head in frustration and glanced nervously at Harry. "What are you still going on about that for?" Harry stirred uncomfortably. "Yeah, Ron. Just drop it." "Ron, it doesn't matter who Ginny was kissing. She has Harry now." Hermione looked pleadingly at Ron. "And, and . . .," Hermione had a pained look. "It doesn't matter how much you and Lavender snogged because it's over." Ron smiled sarcastically at Hermione. "Yeah, and how about you and Vicky and your snogging." Hermione's eyes went wide and her face turned several shades red as she stammered, "How . . . how did you . . ." Realization crossed her face and she turned accusingly to Ginny. "Ginny. I told you that in confidence. I told you not to tell anyone, especially Ron." Ginny had a chagrined expression. "I'm sorry, Hermione. I was angry when he caught Dean and me and started rounding on me in front of Harry. I . . . I made fun of him for having not yet kissed anyone. I told him you and Viktor had kissed. I think that's why he started snogging Lavender . . ." "I'm right here!" Ron exclaimed heatedly. "You don't have to talk about me like I'm not even in the same room." "Oh, come on, Ron." Ginny growled angrily. "You're acting like a stupid prat." "Just drop it, Ginny." Harry's face was also starting to turn red as he glanced around hoping the other tearoom guests, especially Dean and Lavender, hadn't heard the rising voices. Ginny scowled at her boyfriend. "Me? You're telling me to drop it? What about my brother?" "Well, he needs to drop it too. It's just that people are going to start . . ." But Harry wasn't able to finish explaining. "I don't care," Ginny cut him off. Harry was again looking around nervously as he and Ginny continued to argue. Ron and Hermione were also busy arguing with each other about how much snogging she and Viktor Krum had actually done. Again, the arguments would probably have continued if Madame Puddifoot hadn't mercifully arrived with a beautifully glazed pudding. She set the pudding down on the table in front of them and commented, "I usually don't pry into my guests' business. I usually let a wonderful setting, delicious food, and romance take its natural course. However, I think the four of you are rather pathetic when it comes to romance. I mean, I think you need a little help with the romance thing. So, I have a very special pudding that has Amortentia potion in it. Which means that each of you will taste what you think is the most romantic dessert in the world. It's my specialty. Guaranteed to work and, because the four of you desperately need it, it's on the house." With that she hurried away to another table as the four students stared in disbelief. "Well," Ron mumbled stubbornly, "I don't know why she thinks we need this pudding." The other three looked at him with arched eyebrows and cynical smirks. He looked at each of them and decided to explain further. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I know exactly what the most romantic dessert would taste like for me." There was a moment or so of silence as the four stared at the inviting pudding and intermittently glanced at each other. Finally, Ginny spoke up. "Ron's right. I don't need to eat this pudding to know what I think the most romantic dessert is. For me, it's treacle tart." Harry turned and looked into her deep brown eyes and smiled. "That's my favorite dessert." Ginny smiled back. "I know." "Then," Harry said with a smile, "I guess I know why I kept thinking of apple crisp with extra cinnamon." Ginny's smile widened. "And don't forget the scoop of vanilla ice cream." "How could I?" Harry leaned over to Ginny and gave her a soft kiss on her lips as Hermione turned to Ron. Ron smiled at her. "Crepes." "What?" Harry asked in surprise. "Crepes. You know, those French things." "Yeah, Ron," Harry said with a grin on his face, "I know what crepes are. I was just wondering what you're talking about." "He's talking about my favorite dessert," Hermione replied, not taking her eyes off of Ron's. "I'm just wondering, Ron," Harry said with a quick grin in Ginny's direction, "if you've actually ever had crepes." "Yes," Ron looked indignantly at grinning Harry and Ginny. A wry smile crept across his face. "Well, kind of. I ate the filling out of the crepes. But, they're still my favorite dessert." "And what's your idea of the most romantic dessert, Hermione?" Ginny asked with a twinkle in her eye. "Just about anything chocolate," Hermione whispered breathlessly as she gazed up into Ron's face. "Yeah," Ron nodded, leaning closer to Hermione. "I love chocolate; anything chocolate, especially when it's on your lips." He pulled Hermione into his arms and a long, passionate kiss. Ginny and Harry watched for a moment with amused expressions. Finally, Ginny turned and looked at Harry with an impish grin. "I don't know about you, Harry, but I think we'd better be leaving soon, those two definitely need some cooling off." "Yeah," Harry replied with a husky voice as he pulled Ginny closer to him, "and I think I do too." Ginny's eyes sparkled as she slid onto Harry's lap. "Maybe we don't need to leave too soon," she murmured as her lips met his. From across the room, Madame Puddifoot stopped her bustling about to stare appreciatively at the two couples lost in passionate embraces. "Ah," she cooed contentedly, "my special pudding always works." |
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