Birthday Bacon

Pairing: Hermione/Cormac
Word Count: 535

Written for:
- Gringotts Prompt Bank: Crack Dialogue Prompts: (dialogue) "It is the end of the world people"/"Running out of bacon does not mean it is the end of the world"/"Shut up", Vampire Diaries Quotes: (dialogue) "I can't drink all this to myself. I mean, I can, but then someone is getting naked." - Damon Salvatore, Colour Prompts: (colour) Electric Blue
- September Event, prompt: (object) Quill

Hermione rolled onto her back, yawning. She blinked a few times in the bright sunlight, before realising what day it was. A smile crept onto her face, and she turned her head so that she was looking at her sleeping boyfriend.

Cormac was curled up on his side, his hands bunched in front of his face. He was snoring softly, and his chest rose and fell with each steady breath. Her smile widened—she didn't want to wake him up, but it was a special day.

"Cormac," she whispered, nudging him softly. "Cormac, wake up."

His eyes cracked open, and he regarded her with a brief look of confusion, before his face softened. "'Mione," he mumbled. "Morning."

"Happy birthday!" she exclaimed, and reached down the side of the bed for a package, wrapped in electric blue foil. She handed it to him, and he grinned.

"Thanks, babe," he replied, leaning over to press a kiss to the side of her mouth. "What is it?"

"Guess."

"Well, I'm half expecting it to be a fancy quill or something—educational presents are usually your forte."

Hermione nudged Cormac in the ribs, and he responded by grabbing her arms and pulling her into his chest. He flipped her onto her back expertly and began to tickle her stomach incessantly.

"Give over!" she shrieked, inwardly thanking her decision to send the kids to Ron's for the weekend. She pushed him with all of her weight until he recoiled, clutching his present. "Open it, then," she chuckled, catching her breath.

He carefully opened the present, prising apart the leaves of paper neatly. Hermione watched bemusedly. She had always appreciated the way that Cormac delicately opened gifts, squeezing the edges as he tried to guess what was inside. It was a far sight different from how Ron, Rose and Hugo tore into their presents during Christmas and birthdays.

When he finally removed all the wrapping paper, he was left holding a large bottle of Ogden's Old Firewhiskey. He cocked an eyebrow in Hermione's direction. "Are you trying to get me drunk?"

Hermione laughed. "I thought you deserved a drink. You've been so good, putting up with me while everything has been so difficult with Ron. I mean, the divorce, and being so mature about striking up a realistic relationship with the father of my children. I just wanted to know that I appreciate it, you know?"

Cormac reached over again and kissed Hermione on the forehead. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"So, do you plan on having a drink with me tonight?" Cormac waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"I doubt it," sniggered Hermione. "I can't stand the stuff."

"Well, I can't drink it all to myself," Cormac said as he observed the yellow label on the bottle. "I mean, I can. But then somebody is getting naked."

"I'll make you a sausage sandwich, how about that?"

"I'd prefer bacon."

"We're all out of bacon."

"Argh!" Cormac threw the bottle of Firewhiskey on the bed and launched himself back dramatically, his hands over his eyes. "It's the end of the world!"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Running out of bacon does not mean it's the end of the world."

"Shut up."