"All right," Severus conceded, though he gave Hermione one last kiss before letting get up and move to her own chair. By that time, he was getting a mite peckish, and it was probably just as well. Any more snogging, and he likely would have been more than a little uncomfortable having her sat in his lap that way.
His stomach gave a loud and rather embarrassing grumble once he'd actually taken a bite, and he shook his head with a sheepish look in her direction. "Sorry," he muttered, cheeks warming, because he felt like he was a bit more of a bother than he was worth, though he imagined Hermione would disagree, if she knew what he was thinking, just then.