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"I hope those aren't what I think they are."
Hermione felt a small bubble of happiness pop in the centre of her belly.
When she had stepped into the dreary hospital room many months ago, she'd never dreamed that his resigned, amused tone of voice would become so precious to her.
She smiled innocently. "They aren't."
He scowled sceptically and eyed the top of her head. "Dare I ask, Mi–Hermione?"
The happiness spread upwards and outwards at the sound of her name on his lips.
"I think they suit me," she teased.
"I think not."
Hermione grinned and dutifully took off the grey bunny ears adorning her head.
"Happy Easter, Severus."
"It won't be happy unless you start reading," he grumbled.