"Ron, I know they're good, but they're not that good."
Hermione couldn't see Ron's face, but she knew he could hear her; somewhere inside that crinkling plastic bag on the floor by the hearth, he was there, stuffing his face with all the chips he could eat.
Ron stopped and pulled his face out of the bag for a second, looking indignant "Oh, yes they are!" his voice was a little muffled, since his mouth was full. "Have you even tried these?" he dove back in
"Of course I did, I brought them! And I'm beginning to think that I made a mistake. The food here is much better."
"Are you kidding?!? These are delicious! The crunch, the flavor! Who makes these?"
Hermione sighed. "A machine. And that flavor? Yeah, it's called grease, most Muggle mass-produced foods are full of them. Am I going to get any of my own chips or not?"
Harry laughed somewhere behind her armchair. She turned sharply and glared at him, but he didn't seem to notice. Firelight didn't allow for much visibility, she guessed.
"She's right, Ron. You should lay off those; all that grease can kill. Jeez, mate, you'd think you've never had potato chips before."
The bag crackled a little.
"Yeah, I've had chips, but never like this. Mum usually makes ours—she doesn't actually buy much."
"You like them, then?" Harry looked a bit surprised; he didn't care for the brand much.
"Yeah. It's the best thing I've ever had."
"Can't have just one, can you, mate?"
That was the last straw. Hermione made an exasperated noise somewhere in her throat, got out of her chair, and kneeled down next to Ron.
He took his head out of the bag and looked at her nervously. "'Mione?"
She smiled. "You can't have just one, huh?"
"Er…" That was about as far as he got before Hermione covered his mouth with hers.
The kiss lasted a couple minutes, and when Hermione pulled away, she was smiling slightly.
"Have just one of those, Ron Weasley." She pulled the bag gently out of his now-weak grasp, stood, and walked away, through the Fat Lady portrait and out of sight.
"…"
Finis
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a.n. I conceived this one-shot while watching my mom eat Barbeque potato chips while watching the first Harry Potter movie. Strange plot, I know, but no more so than my last story, Evidently So. But I DID enjoy writing this little number, and I hope you enjoy reading it. Let me know-review! It's easy, just click that little button right down there…