"What dishes?" Hermione teased. "You and Harry eat out of pizza boxes."
She kissed him back, closing her eyes as she did so and wondering if it was really necessary to open them again. But she did, giving a small sigh.
"Last night," she confirmed. Or was it? "I think," she added as an afterthought. It was hard to tell when she measured her days in whether Ron was there or not. "You get changed," she agreed. "I'll feed Crookshanks and then do the same."