"For the love of Merlin, please use it then. I swear, if Ron and I have to wake up to those sounds one more time, I don't know who will kill whom first, Ron, me or the evil shithead." Harry had then dropped his forehead onto the table with a loud clunk and a groan. Biting her lip, Hermione briefly relived the moment she and Draco had shared that morning and the sounds he had dragged from her. From the greenish tinge to Ron's skin, she felt it best not to mention what Draco had declared was his favourite thing to eat off that particular table.