"Severus, you're never affectionate in public." Harry suddenly burst out. What kind of idiotic statement is that?
"I have a reputation to hold up, or don't you understand?" I said while looking through a barrel of asphodel at the apocatory.
"You know I never asked for fame." He pouted.
"But you got it." Harry looked up in frustration. He suddenly brought his head in and pressed his lips to mine.
"Mmph! Mmffmm." I pushed him away.
"Mmmmm. Severus." He pleaded.
"What was that all about?"
"Mistletoe." He pointed and I looked up.
"That's not Mistletoe. It's Devil's Snare."
"Same difference."