A/N: Hi! Last night I was attacked by plot bunnies, they demanded that I wrote something for this story. So here it is. I hope you enjoy this little fluffy piece.

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26. Our teeth brushing duels

He didn't know what came over him. Yes, he was a Gryffindor and a Gryffindor never backed down from a challenge but this… Was he really that delusional to think that he could win a teeth-brushing duel against Hermione Jean Granger, the only daughter of two dentists who probably started brushing her teeth the moment she came into the world, even though she probably didn't have any teeth? Well, needless to say, he was losing. Just like he had lost the countless ones before this one.

He didn't really know how or why this began. All he remembered was, one day, for some reason, they had started brushing their teeth at the same time and once they came eye to eye through the mirror, he couldn't look away. Of course, not being able to take his eyes away from Hermione's was not a new thing but this was different. There was defiance in her eyes, it was like she was challenging him. And being a true Gryffindor, and an idiot, he didn't turn down her challenge. And that's how he found himself in this moment right now.

Harry ignored the urge to spit as he started brushing his wisdom teeth. His eyes were getting watery from the extra minty taste of the toothpaste, Hermione's favourite, and he could see the slight smirk on Hermione's lips despite the brush invading her mouth. He didn't even need to see her lips, the mirth in her eyes were enough to make him keep going. Even though he knew he was going to lose, he had to give it his best. And he liked looking into Hermione's eyes without her blushing and averting them after a few seconds. He loved her eyes… and the smug smile that adorned her lips every time she bested Harry at this… and her. Mostly, he loved her.

Harry swallowed some of the foam surreptitiously or at least he would like to think he did but he saw Hermione's eyes narrow a bit in suspicion.

"What?" he said which came out as a bunch of spit and a poor imitation of Ron talking while eating.

"Don't swallow." Hermione answered, her words came out so clear it was like she could even use the Floo Network without a worry about where she would end up.

"I didn't!" He lied, or more likely he would like to think that's what he said before he started coughing on the minty foam that had somehow escaped down his throat.

"And don't speak, you're going to choke."

Coughing uncontrollably, Harry spat out the remaining foam before rinsing his mouth.

"You're weak, Potter." She was still brushing her teeth, her brush moving deftly in small circles in her mouth. She slowly pushed past him and rinsed her mouth. All the while never breaking eye contact with him through the mirror. He could see that smug smirk already.

"Show off." He muttered. He was not annoyed, not even a little bit but he enjoyed playing the part whenever they had their little duelling sessions.

Hermione dried her face with the towel before turning towards him and doing the same for him. As she dabbed the towel around his lips, all he could feel was her closeness. No matter how many years had passed by her side, he still felt a certain way when she looked at him in the eyes.

"I won by the way," she whispered, he felt the words more than he heard them. "As usual."

Harry took her hand away from his face and leant down the few inches separating their faces. He could taste the minty toothpaste even before he touched her lips but that wasn't what he was interested in at all. He wanted to taste her beneath the minty toothpaste and he did.

When he leant back, it was his turn to smirk as he saw that her eyes were half closed and he had successfully wiped the smug smile off her lips, only to replace it with a dreamy one.

"I think I won this round." He muttered, cupping her chin and caressing her lower lip with the tip of his thumb.

Hermione opened her eyes and the smirk returned. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down into another kiss.

"If this is your understanding of winning, feel free to beat me anytime, love."