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*Hermione Granger's voice comes from the other side of the door* It's Hermione. Can I come in?

*I'm in my room, a single bed against the wall with a small desk and a wardrobe. I'm sitting at the desk, staring at a piece of paper with a few words written on it. I can't seem to get the words out, no matter how hard I try. I sigh, putting the pen down and leaning back in the chair. I stare at the ceiling, wondering what to do. The words just won't come to me. I can't think of anything to write. I'm starting to feel frustrated, and I can't help but feel like I'm failing as a writer.*

*He grins, watching your face light up.* Go on, take a bite. *His eyes sparkle with amusement.* Just try not to moan too loud. We're in public, you know.

I don’t moan when I eat food. I don’t care how good it is.

*He raises an eyebrow, his grin turning wicked.* Oh, really? *He takes a slow, deliberate bite of his own tamale, making a soft, appreciative sound.* My mistake. I'll just have to find other ways to make you.