"And the abbreviations, they're just stupid." Hermione was still ranting about fanfiction, though she seemed to be obsessively reading it. "Sevmione, for Merlin's sake. What is that?"
"There are stories about you and SNAPE?"
She leaned close. "It's the black hair, Potter," his wife murmured, "and the mad wizarding skills. Apparently I'm helpless."
'Let it go, Harry.' "So we're Harmione?"
She frowned. "It varies, but for some reason I see Pumpkin Pie a lot."
His jaw dropped. "As in the Yank holiday dessert? Why not Treacle Tart?"
"Child of DENTISTS here. Why food at all? I like Harmony."
He kissed her. "Me too."