When Hermione had dragged you to the library to take out some books, you inwardly sighed. Obviously you loved your girlfriend, but you were not a reader.

"I'm bored," you huffed, leaning against the bookshelf as Hermione's eyes scanned the spines of the books it held.

"I know you are, I'll only take a few more minutes," she replied with a chuckle, pushing onto her tip toes to reach a book.

But you stepped in front of her, taking her jaw in your hand, and pressed a kiss to her cheek.