A/N: So, I had this idea, about Harry and cheese, which came from the fact that I was eating cheese at the time, and it was totally stupid. Which leads me to point out that a lot of conversations I write between people in my fics are solely because I happen to be thinking about certain things at the time (case in point-in Change in Perspective I write about Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Hannah talking about Kinder Eggs and the toys inside them and how they're illegal in Britain and the United States-I had just finished talking to my friend, who had just spent a month in Germany, and brought me back a few of these "Illegal German Chocolates"-and truthfully, there is something satisfying about eating candy that's prohibited by the Government.)

Anyway, I say this in response to a review I got by email asking me where I get my ideas for some of these kooky conversations these guys have, and it can all be explained by stating I have a disorder which does not allow me to filter my thoughts and causes me to type whatever I'm thinking about at the time (not really). So, in conclusion, if anyone wishes to read the section I wrote about Harry and "the single most satisfying food in the world" let me know. I saved it somewhere to read and laugh at myself about.

Sorry this chapter is so short. School is ending so I'm a bit busy with some other things as well, but never too busy for a cliffie! So Review and perhaps the next chapter will be longer (I can almost guarantee it will be, cuz it's half done and longer than this one already).

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Chapter 3: A Walk in the Park and Returning Home

"Really, Harry. You're going to hurt yourself."

"It's just grass Hermione. Nothing here will cut my feet."

Harry feet traipsed through the grass while Hermione watched, a look of udder disapproval on her face. Harry had discarded his shoes at the park entrance and was insisting on walking through without them.

"You should really try it. There's nothing that feels better than grass on your toes." Harry threw her a mischievous smile and ran off.

"That boy will be the death of me," Hermione muttered while taking off her shoes and following Harry.

The hangover potion had worked better than usual and Harry was back to his original playful self in no time. After a large breakfast, the two had headed out to take a walk around.

"So, Hermione, darling, tell me. Who are you crushing on?" Harry said with a drawl spinning Hermione by her hands and landing them both on the ground.

"What makes you think I'm "crushing" on anyone?" Hermione's face turned a pale shade of pink as she answered.

"Well, let's see. You haven't dated any one since school ended, and you walk around with this dazed kind of look your face. It's not Ron, is it?" Harry's face lit up as he mentioned this.

"Harry!"

"Alright, alright. Malfoy?"

"He's Ginny's husband. Of course I'm not attracted to him."

"Lil' Ollie Wood?"

"Now there's a thought I could entertain. But I think Mr. Wood is quite taken with the dear Ms. Katie Bell. And besides, Harry, you know you'll always be my boy. Whomever I'm "crushing on" will have to stand aside at least until you get married."

Harry laughed. "Me? Married? Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, with a wife? You must be dreaming."

They sat in silence for a few moments, Hermione pulling up clover flowers and tying them together.

"Am I really your boy?"

"You'll always be my boy, Harry. I have to watch you and make sure you don't get yourself in any trouble. Ron as well."

Harry laid himself down in the grass to watch the clouds.

"What about you Mr. Potter? Any girls caught your fancy lately?"

"One."

"Really? Do tell!"

"Well, she's smart, and loyal, extremely beautiful."

"Does she know?"

Harry turned over and propped himself up on his elbows.

"I don't think so. She's quite sharp though, so she may have some sort of inkling."

"Any girl would be daft not to notice you, Harry."

"You think so?"

"Of course! Besides the fact that you're Harry Potter, THE boy-who-lived, Quidditch Seeker for the English National Team, and one of Witch Weekly's 10 Most Eligible Bachelors, you're sweet, funny, loyal, caring, sensitive, and, no matter how much we tease you, one of the best cooks I know." Hermione gave Harry a grin.

"Now that you mention it, I am quite the catch."

"Not to mention the most modest person I know," she added sarcastically.

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After arriving home, Hermione left the flat to go to work for a little while. Harry threw himself onto one of Ron's chairs as Ron searched the fridge for a couple beers.

"So, Harry, what's going on? You were all spaced out the other night." Ron sat down in the chair across from Harry after handing him a beer.

Harry gave Ron a thorough once over and sighed.

"If I tell you, you have to PROMISE not to say a word to anyone. Not even Hermione. ESPECIALLY Hermione."

Ron nodded as he leaned back into the chair.

"I'm in love with Hermione."

Of any number of reactions that Ron could have had, the one he chose was not the most pleasant by anyone's standards. Spit beer landed on Harry's glasses, face, and hair.

"Dammit, RON!" Harry yanked his glasses from his face and proceeded to wipe them on his robe.

"I'm sorry mate. You just - - surprised me. Of all the things you could've said, that was one that I never would have guessed." Ron goggled at Harry as he wiped the remaining beer off his face. "You mean our Hermione, right? Hermione Granger? Hermione "Your Best Friend" Granger?"

Harry nodded.

"Woah."

"Yeah."

Ron pondered the thought for a moment before laughing longer and harder than he ever had in his life.

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