"Good morning." He sighed into her hair. "Mmm, good morning." She sipped from her cup. "What do you have there?" He peeled the mug from her hands. He took a long drink from it. "Mmmm, not the best but it feels good." He smiled slightly and poured himself some coffee. He put spoonful after spoonful of sugar taking a sip every time until he was satisfied.
"Better?" He nodded, bleary eyed until he finished. "Much better." She smiled and scanned the paper. Her smile fell, "Wizarding World's Hero Abruptly Killed During Muggle Festival," Hermione Granger scoffed. "What fesitval? There aren't any going on... that I know of." Harry Potter shook his head, "Rita Skeeter?" Hermione humphed and drank her coffee, purposely spilling some on the blazing headline. "Hmmm, honestly though." Harry took the paper, tapping the dark spot with his wand. Drying it so that he could properly read it.
"Ah, so this is 'most certainly and utterly the fault of the once Brightest-Witch-of-Her-Age.' Draco Malfoy says with Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy beside him. 'If she was the brightest witch of her age, she wouldn't of had the Potter boy killed so ruthlessly.' Missus Parkinson-Malfoy said as tears rolled down her face." Harry read, stifling laughter. "Good Lord, this shit's brilliant."
Hermione huffed again, making the wretched paper go away with a flick. "I was joking, 'Mione! Only joking." Harry held his hands above his head, grinning. She smacked his arm. "Don't joke like that. And don't call me 'Mione." Harry shook his head laughing. "Alright, alright." He sobered, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
"Hermione, the way I see it. You can either cry about your misfortunes, or you can laugh about them. I choose to laugh, it's much easier and it doesn't give your enemies the satisfaction of knowing they got to you." He nuzzled his nose into her chestnut curls. "Trust me, I've cried many times. But laughing gives me a sense of happiness." He pulled away and smiled. "It's a false sense of happiness but it's still happiness nonetheless." Hermione sighed, letting a smile fight it's way onto her lips. "You're right. For once. And laughing releases a brain chemical called dopemine which increases happiness." He blinked, then focused back on her. "All I heard from that was you're right."
Hermione sighed heavily, "Of course you did. Now," she picked her mug up and put it in the sink, "it's seven forty-five and I need to go to work. Don't be lazy about cleaning the dishes." She looked pointedly from Harry to the growing pile of ceramics in the sink. She walked away he looked frustrated at the dishes.
"But you can send the muck away to wherever. The garburator's acting funny." She wrinkled her nose and disappeared again.
"Of course it is." He muttered and pulled gloves over his hands. "Of course it is."
Hermione reappeared dressed in black leggings, a green blouse, and a cremé coloured cardigan. "Love you." She leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Don't get me wet." She glared at him before fastening her cloak around her throat. "Why ever would I do that?" Harry asked innocently. "I have no idea." Hermione smiled and disapprated away.
"Love you too." He grinned, scrubbing at a stubborn sauce stain.