"Well, you used to," she pointed out with a roll of her eyes. He really did used to be such an insensitive wart. "Don't you remember what you said to me when you were trying to ask me to the Yule Ball? 'Oi, Hermione, you're a girl.' Like you hadn't ever noticed before?" she smirked, shaking her head.
Hermione twirled the spaghetti around her fork, and shoved it past her lips and into her mouth, making a small moaning sound with how wonderful it tasted. After she had swallowed, she just had to voice this opinion. "This is great."
"Oh, did she? We have to, then. But I don't know.. I really love yours, to be honest," she smiled, shoving another forkful into her mouth.