Hermione did not smile back. She could not abide being talked down to in this situation, even in jest.

What a hypocrite! He runs around like a maniac for a week, practically covered in chocolate. He mutters to himself and leaves a trail of wrappers. I even make him hot chocolate! Meanwhile, I can't enjoy a few marshmallows?

What was he thinking? Was he even thinking? He thinks he's so clever... Well, he's an idiot! What a delusional man! I don't--

What a kisser! For Severus's warm mouth had covered hers and he was making great progress in redeeming himself.