"I'm sorry," he said, and kissed the tip of her nose. "I didn't mean to snap at you." He sat back down, and pulled her into his arms this time. "I know you do. Maybe we can just sit here. We don't have to talk." That actually sounded like a great idea, just sitting on the transfigured couch and being quiet for a bit. They should be working, but fuck it, they'd been working twelve hour days right alongside everyone else, and deserved a bit of a break. They weren't doing anything wrong.
"I really wanted to see you in your bikini," he said after a moment's conversation. "Next summer, when all of this is over, we're not doing anything but making out and lying in the sun, okay?" That sounded like a little bit of paradise, right there. "And I'll teach you to play Quidditch, like I promised."