Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter which is why I can't afford that castle I want.
Game Night
"Mother of Merlin, will you two break it up already?"
Ron and Hermione Weasley looked up at the voice of their best mate. The three of them were having dinner together at the Leaky Cauldron and every time Harry would go up to Tom and order another drink he would return only to find them kissing enthusiastically.
Hermione of course would have the decency to blush at being caught, but Ron would simply chuckle rebelliously and put his arm around his wife.
"We're sorry Harry," Hermione apologized, "We just got carried away."
"Speak for yourself, I'm just an innocent victim here," Ron chuckled.
"Oh really how so?" Hermione rolled her eyes at her husband.
"You were the one who started kissing me in the first place, it's not like I was going to stop you."
"I did no such thing, you started kissing me!"
"Oh come on Love, you definitely started it. I expect you were just trying to get into my robes."
"In your dreams," Hermione retorted.
"Absolutely," Ron happily agreed. "Ever since I can remember."
"Really?" Hermione asked surprised.
"Hermione don't you know by now that I've always wanted you?"
"Let's go home," she says taking his hand and standing up.
"Have fun shagging," Harry laughs uncontrollably.
"Harry!" Hermione chastises.
"We will," Ron assures him.
"Ronald!"
"What? He knows we're not going home to play chess. Unless you wanted to play strip chess?" he jokes.
To Ron's surprise she gets a wicked grin on her face.
"I get to be white," she says walking out of the pub leaving her husband standing there openmouthed.