"I care about you, Hermione. I want you to be happy, even when that means not ripping Potter to shreds when he’s being a self-righteous prick. I like it when you try to explain Muggle things to me. I highly enjoy watching you sulk after I beat you at Risk." He smirked and she ran her fingers over his smiling mouth, and he nipped at them lightly, before going on. "And I don’t even mind when you beat me at that – bloody stupid and boring – Scrabble game. I could snog you all day. Fuck, I could just sit around talking –"