Its not necessary for me to yell "Bam!" every time I apparate.
"See you later guys!"
"HARRY!" Hermione yelled, "Use the floo this time."
"But Hermione.." Harry whined, "I don't want to/ It's boring."
"Harry James Potter, you are thirty two years old, with a husband and kids, use the floo, or you'll wake up my kids, and I'll be mad."
"Fine. I'll use the floo."
Harry walked over to the Fire place, and grabbed a handful of floo powder, and turned to look at Hermione with a sad look on his face.
She looked sternly back at him, not budging on her stance.
"I guess I'll see you later Hermione," Harry said. He stepped into the fireplace, and looked back at her. "Oh, and Mione?"
"What?"
"BAM!"
Harry disapparated quickly before she could throw something at him.