Hermione laced her fingers with his contentedly, and leaned her head against her free hand, her plate long since empty in front of her. "You're welcome," she smiled.
Snorting at the frosting, she shook her head. "You have fosting all over your face, Ronald. You're like a little kid," she smirked.
Releasing his hand, she stood from her place at the table, and carried her plate to the sink. Grabbing a small wash cloth, she wet it in the sink, and crossed back over to Ron. Holding the back of his head, she began to wipe the frosting off from around his mouth.