A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Auction Day 30 Prompt Two - Food: Garlic Bread

Word Count: 566

The scent of garlic lingered in the air. Hermione regarded the table suspitiously.

"What? I made dinner, why is that so hard to believe?" Ron asked, looking at Hermione.

"It's not, it's just you invited Severus and I to dinner, at your house, and I know without a doubt that's garlic bread on the table. What are you trying to prove now, Ron?"

"Me? Nothing. I'm not trying to prove anything, Hermione. Garlic bread goes well with a pasta dish, that's all."

"This isn't some thinly veiled attempt to poison my husband, make me fall in love with you and live in some delusional happily ever after?" she asked, narrowing her golden brown eyes at him. Ron glanced at the floor and then back up at her.

"No, I promise!"

"Fine, Severus is waiting outside, since neither of us trust you completely, Ron. You've done a lot to make us feel that way."

"I'm really trying to make amends," Ron stated. Hermione nodded slowly, walking to the front door and allowing Severus to step inside. Ron watched them for a moment.

"You invited us both to dinner, therefore he was invited in," Hermione stated. "Not that it matters since I know full well the man I married is not a vampire."

"If you say so," Ron mumbled under his breath as he started setting out the food. Severus looked at Hermione.

"Yes, it's garlic bread, yes, I know what his plan is. No, it's not going to work because you're not a vampire," she whispered. "Although, if you want to pretend you are later," she smirked. Severus nodded, kissing her neck softly. Hermione watched Ron out of the corner of her eye. His expression was one of knowing, as if everything he'd ever thought had just been confirmed.

"Dinner is served," he stated. Hermione and Severus wandered their way over to the table. Severus pulled out Hermione's chair for her. She flashed him a smile. It was bad enough Ron was trying to do whatever it was he was doing, but messing with him, a least a little would make this dinner tolerable. Ron watched as Severus filled his plate, including a piece of garlic bread. He watched him take a bite. Hermione was pretending she wasn't watching the both of them. Severus chewed thoughtfully and turned to Ron.

"Too much garlic, Weasley," he commented.

"But... vampires..."

"I am not and never have been a creature of the night, Mister Weasley, and you might know that if you hadn't failed your essay about that exact creature."

"You were supposed to die!" Ron yelled, grabbing the butter knife from the table. Hermione sighed, raising her wand and petrifying Ron.

"Really? Resorting to violence because your plan failed because of your own stupidity? Really,Ron, I had hoped, that maybe you'd grown up, and out of this insane fantasy of yours. Severus, are you ready to go?" she asked.

"Yes, I am, my love. He really doesn't know how make decent garlic bread. Like with most things, a little goes a long way. Now, you mentioned something about playing vampires?" he asked, giving Hermione a smile. She returned it, her fangs sparkling in anticipation.

"I did, didn't I? Still amazed he failed that essay seeing as the object of his obsession happens to be one,"she laughed, taking Severus' offered hand and leaving a petrified Ron staring blankly into space.