A/N: This fic is for the, and the Insane house challenge for the prompt 300 words. It's 300 words. This is a crack!fic. I have never written one before so I'm not sure it's out there enough for people but whatever.
Hermione moaned as she ate the deliciously moist cake that Mrs Weasley had made for pudding. She didn't know what it was about cakes but she loved them.
Once she had finished every morsel on her plate, Hermione looked up to see the whole table staring at her. Their gazes ranged from surprise to heat and desire and Hermione blushed.
"You really liked the uh cake then, Hermione?" Fred said.
"I certainly did. May I have another piece if there's some left?" she asked.
"Of course you can, dear," Mrs Weasley said taking her plate and putting the last slice on.
Hermione tried to stop the sounds coming out from her mouth as she ate the second helping of cake but couldn't seem to help herself.
Halfway through she noticed that Charlie was watching her intently and she made a point of looking at him whilst she licked the fork clean.
"I can't believe you just did that! I was going to have that piece! " Ron exclaimed.
"Is that all you think about, Ron? Your girl was sitting there making sounds that should only be heard in the bedroom and all you thought about was the fact she was eating the cake you wanted," Charlie asked in disbelief.
"I never noticed the sounds," Ron said shrugging.
How could he not have noticed, Hermione thought.
"Then you don't deserve her. Come on, Hermione. I will show you what it's like to be a with a real Weasley," Charlie said holding out his hand.
"I'm sorry, Ron but Charlie's right. You always were interested in food more than me," she said taking his brothers hand and leaving.
"Well, that was an interesting dinner," Fred said before tucking into his piece of cake. And he had to agree with Hermione; it tasted good.