Hi, I'm Emilee, and I had so much crap to do this summer. I was in a musical, and a week after that was done I went to the International Thespian Festival for a week, and then now we're going on vacation in the morning. Ehhh I don't wanna.
"No – you're doing it wrong. Like this."
"Oh! Ugh, I hate you! How can you do that?"
Oliver laughed at how flustered Hermione was looking, glaring at the small bowl of popcorn and all of the pieces of popcorn sitting around her, as if it were a small little army coming in for the kill. He grinned cheekily at her as she gave another huff once he'd successfully thrown a piece up in the air and caught it in his mouth.
They were, in fact, ordered to go on a honeymoon, with many complaints from the two, although once they'd been thrown into the small house by the beach with no way of Apparating or Flooing out, they'd sighed and accepted their fate. So far, they'd spent four hours on the couch in pajamas, watching Muggle movies, some animated and others not, and talked a majority of the time. Oliver had shown Hermione that he could do it, and she'd been rather miffed at how hard it was, no matter how easy he made it seem.
"Do you want me to go make more popcorn?" Oliver asked rather solemnly, making her shoot him another glare before picking up a piece of popcorn from the couch and lobbing it at him, wrinkling her nose when he caught it in his mouth and crunched it with a grin.
"Ugh, I hate you," she huffed, although she smiled a little bit as he pouted and slid down the couch to sit on the cushion next to her.
"Well, that certainly isn't a way to start out a marriage," he said, sweeping his arm back behind her and tugging her into his side by her waist, hearing her squeak and blinking down at her as she curled up a little. "Are you ticklish?"
"No," she lied, wriggling away from him a little as he grinned mischievously, "Now stay away from me."
"Hmm…nope!" he said, diving for her and making her give out a scream, laughing and curling up into his chest as he chuckled over her.
"O-Oliver, quit it! Oliver, please, stop!" she laughed, making him laugh a little harder but stop in the process.
"Oh, you're so ticklish!" he grinned down at her as she pouted up at him from laying her head on his lap as he sat on his heels. "This will come in handy in the future."
"No, it won't," she declared, frowning at him.
"Yah, it will," he grinned wider.
"No," she stated once again.
"Yes," he chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist and towing her down into the couch with him, although she squeaked and curled up a little again, making him give a small laugh as he pulled her up into his chest.
They were silent for a while, although it wasn't an uncomfortable silence, more of a thoughtful one. After a few moments, Oliver looked down to Hermione and saw that her eyes were shut and her breathing was steady. He smiled a little and flicked his wand to get rid of the bowl and the popcorn and to have a blanket settle over the both of them, wrapping both of his arms around her underneath it and shutting his eyes.
"Oliver. Oliver. Jesus, Oliver, let me up, I'm practically dying."
"What?" he asked rather irritably, tightening his grip on her, eyes still shut.
"I'm wearing fleece pajama pants and this is a thick blanket, and you seem to be emitting enough warmth to heat a small house, so let me up to change or something."
"See, here's the thing," he said groggily, his accent thick as he finally opened his eyes to the blue screen emitting a blue glow over his expectant new wife. "No matter how much heat I give off, I am still cold. You are warm. If I let you up, I will be even colder. Do you see our problem?"
"Our problem is that I'm going to die of heatstroke and you'll have to remarry some awful bird that the Ministry assigns you to."
He sighed and released her, letting her fling the blanket back and hop over him as he hissed at all of his heat went away in one fluid motion. She padded into the bedroom and shut the door behind her while Oliver reached over and clicked the television off, putting an arm behind his head and shutting his eyes once again. Once he began to start to doze off, he felt a poke in his side and opened his eyes again to look dully up at her.
"Budge up," she said, dressed in different pants, hands on her hips as she looked down at him. "I brought your warmth back."
"You're so demanding," he sighed, reaching his arms up to grab her around the waist and tow her back into her original spot as she squeaked. Oliver tugged the blanket back into place, wrapping both of his arms around her once again as Hermione moved into a more comfortable position. "An' I can't heat a small house."
Hermione chuckled and shut her eyes, wrapping her arms around his torso, "Of course not."
I probably had something planned out for this chapter, but then my life became busy and so I forgot it. Oops.