"What is that?" Fred asked.
Hermione squinted her eyes in the direction of his finger. "A person?"
"No, no, no, that in his hand?"
"Oh, I don't know, a cigarette I guess," Hermione said turning back to her purse and searching for her keys.
"It smells awful," Fred said scrunching up his nose.
"I know, so let's get inside shall we?" Hermione replied finally locating her keys and opening the door.
Fred swept her up off her feet. "I believe you owe me dinner Ms. Granger."
Hermione kissed him as she giggled. "How about we skip dinner and I'll give you something better?"
"I think I like that idea."