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A/N: This is what happens when I get bored.

Hermione was sitting at the kitchen island reading the newspaper. Reaching out to the coffee mug in front of her, she raised it to her mouth.

That's when she felt arms slide around her waist.

"Morning," Harry whispered in her ear and kissed her cheek. "Oh, coffee." He grasped the mug and pulled it from her hand, taking a large drink. "Good stuff."

Hermione pouted to herself, snatching the mug back. "You know, there's no need to steal mine. There's enough for everyone to share." With one finger, she pointed to the coffee pot and sipped the still warm beverage.

"Yours is better," he said with a shrug.

Raising an eyebrow at his logic, she shook her head. "It's the same coffee as all—"

"And it isn't stealing," Harry cut her off. "It's sharing." He flashed a grin at her, took the mug back, and took another huge drink. "Oh, bollocks, I'm gonna be late," he groaned, glancing down at his watch. He set the mug back down on the counter and kissed her on the cheek again. "I'll catch you for lunch."

He rushed to the door, shrugging on his jacket. She heard the door open and mumbled something about rude interruptions under her breath.

She finished her mumbling as he ran back in and pecked her on the lips. "I love you, 'Mione."

Then he was gone.

Hermione smiled a bit before turning her attention back to the newspaper. Still smiling, she reached for the coffee mug and raised it to her mouth, sighing when she found it empty.

"Sharing my ass."