Title: All You Need
Rating: T
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Harry/Hermione
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 315
Summary: Harry knows exactly what he's doing.

Notes:

The Golden Snitch: [Halloween Event] 'Trick or Treat!' (Review/Drabble Tag) - For desertredwolf - Harry/Hermione romance with the prompt: (song) "Elephant Love Medley"

Year Long Scavenger Hunt Challenge: C40. Write about a flirty waitress

Love is a many splendored thing
Love lifts us up where we belong
All you need is love

Harry ignored the flirty waitress when she leaned over the table, her chest in plain view over the top of her shirt if he wanted to peek. "May I get you anything else, Handsome?" she asked with a wink, her long fingernails running teasingly along his forearm.

He quickly pulled his arm away from her and glared at her. "Yes, water for my fiancée. She should be here soon."

The waitress didn't look too deterred. "Anything else?"

"How about a new waitress, one who knows not to flirt with customers, especially customers that are happily attached," a very familiar—and welcomed—voice cut in before Harry could retort.

Harry felt himself relaxing, knowing Hermione didn't blame him for the waitress.

The waitress glared and straightened, flipping her blonde hair that was pulled into a tight ponytail, over her shoulder as she stomped away.

Hermione sat down and placed a hand on top of his. "Are you okay? I know you hate it when you're flirted with."

"It's not really the truth that I hate it. It's the fact that I don't know how to respond to it while still being polite."

"You don't have to be polite you know."

Harry shrugged. "She's just looking for someone to love."

Hermione raised her eyebrows at Harry's nativity. "I think she's looking for something a little more... different than love."

Harry smiled. "But there's nothing better than love. Love lifts you up, puts you where you belong. All you need is love, Or at least that's how I feel when I'm with you."

Hermione stood up, leaned over the table, and pressed her lips against his. "You are so getting laid tonight," she promised, her voice a husky whisper.

Harry grinned, some of his proposed nativity fading off of his face. He knew exactly what he did, and he was going to enjoy every moment of his reward.