Have you ever wanted to go get a glass of water but everyone's asleep so you just slowly dehydrate?

"So you're just going to pile up in my bed while I go out and get you a toothbrush?" Bruce called through the bathroom door as he tugged on a new shirt.

"It's either that or I leave, go home, brush my teeth and change, and then meet you later," she muffled from the pillow as he slid the door open and smirked at her. He'd woken up after her and found that she wouldn't open her mouth, humming instead of talking. After he asked, she covered her mouth and said that because her parents were dentists, she was extremely self-conscience of her breath in the morning. He'd teased her and kissed her on the cheek before promising to go and get her one.

"Y'know, I think you should love me forever for carrying weird habits from my parents as well," he grinned, swooping down and swinging the packaged toothbrush in front of her face.

She sat up and reached for it, although he held it away from her and grinned at her. She pouted back at him as he grinned wider at her crazy hair flying everywhere.

"Bruce," she whined, reaching for it again as he tried not to laugh. He reached forward and kissed her, making her wince and cover her mouth when he pulled away.

"Hermione," he frowned at her before pecking her cheek. "If people in movies can both have morning breath and make out, I don't see why I can't kiss you."

"Movies are fictional," she muffled through her hands, "You never hear them talking about their breath in the morning because they don't have any."

He rolled his eyes and handed her the toothbrush, letting her rip it open and dash into the bathroom, laughing and leaning against the doorway.

"Were your parents that strict on teeth?" he questioned.

"I iddn't ea' 'anny 'nill I 'ent 'ooh 'ool," she answered through the toothpaste, making him snort and laugh at her.

"Honey, I didn't understand any of that," he laughed.

She spit out the toothpaste and rolled her eyes, grinning at him, "I didn't eat candy until I went to school."

"Umm…so five?"

She winced, trying to hide her fear in her eyes as she turned back to him, "Ahh, no, I went to a boarding school when I was eleven. It wasn't very well-known, but we liked it."

"Oh, what was it called?"

"Ahh – Hogwarts." School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, her brain betrayed.

"An unfortunate name," he grinned at her as she gave a laugh and went back to brushing her teeth. She spit out the toothpaste and rinsed the brush.

"Oh, you have no idea," she sighed.

"You told him about Hogwarts?" Harry asked.

"I told him I went to a boarding school when I was eleven and that it was called Hogwarts," she sighed and rubbed her eyes as they sat at her kitchen table.

"Hermione, just tell him."

"It's easier said than done, Harry!" she whimpered, "Have you ever dated somebody Muggle? No, you haven't, you've dated witches! Nobody knows what I'm going through – I don't even know what I'm going through!"

"Hermione, you just have to keep calm and let things go naturally," he soothed, patting her hand.

She glared at him, "You suck at advice."

He sighed, rolling his eyes at her, "I know. Dunno why you guys ask for it."

"I don't either."

Because movies really need to address the issue of morning breath.

Love,

Ava