“Well, We’ve Come To An Impasse,” Hermione Says Solemnly. 

“Well, we’ve come to an impasse,” Hermione says solemnly. 

Fred presses his lips together and hangs his head. “I don’t know if I can do it.” 

“What does this mean for us?” she asks warily. 

With a slight shake of his head, Fred slumps towards the table. “It’s the end of the road, I guess.” 

“We don’t have to call it yet, we’re having a good time,” she points out, reaching across the table to grab Fred’s hand. In return, he squeezes her hand. 

“But I’m done. And you’ve… You’ve made your choice.” 

Hermione stares at the cup in front of her and hums. “There’s really nothing I can do to convince you?” 

Fred glances at her with narrowed eyes. “To drink a peppermint mocha? No, Hermione. I’m not drinking chocolate toothpaste.” 

She throws her hands up. “It’s not chocolate toothpaste! And we’re not ending our bloody date fifteen minutes in because you can’t pace yourself.” 

“But your drink smells, ‘Mine,” Fred whines. 

Hermione uses her free hand to pick up her mug and takes a sip. “Oh, you’ll taste it yet,” she hums. 

“I am not drinking that horrible concoction,” Fred says. 

Hermione smirks over the mug at him and squeezes his hand. Fred feels like, somehow, he’s just lost. 

(Fifteen minutes later when he leans across the table to kiss her and gets the overwhelming taste of peppermint, he understands that he absolutely did lose.) 

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HAPPY HOLIDAYS, @mamisketches !! As you know, I was working on a fic, but life happened, and that fic gave me so much trouble, so it has been delayed by a few weeks. It will still be coming, and I will still gift it to you, but in the meantime, here’s a little gifset and drabble!!