Your arm was draped around my waist as you tickled me. I laughed, squirming against you on the couch. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't pay attention to the movie, and it was all your fault.

"If you don't quit, I'm not making any more popcorn," I threatened, and you laughed.

"Hermione?" Your voice was warm in my ear. I turned to face you, my lips about a centimeter from the tip of your nose. The corners of your lips twinged upwards. "I'm not Ron. I know how to make popcorn. You know that, right?"