Hermione stepped out of her apartment building, the crisp morning air sending shivers down her spine. She pulled her coat tighter around her body, relishing in the way the fabric hugged her curves. She loved this time of day, when the world was just waking up and the city was still quiet.
As she made her way down the street, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries wafted through the air. She could hear the distant chatter of early morning commuters and the sound of cars rushing by.
The Sorcerer's Spread came into view, the building towering over her with its grand architecture and ornate detailing. She pushed open the double doors, the aroma of buttery croissants and sizzling bacon enveloping her. She couldn't wait to indulge in all the decadent treats that awaited her inside.
Hermione spotted Ron at a table in the corner, his eyes lighting up as he caught sight of her. She made her way over, swaying her hips a little more than usual, enjoying the way his gaze followed her every move.
"Hey there, gorgeous," Ron said, grinning as he stood up to give her a kiss on the cheek. He gave her another once-over, "Merlin's beard, you look good, Hermione."
"Hey yourself," Hermione replied, her voice sultry and playful, "Not so bad looking yourself."
Ron grabbed a couple of plates and motioned for Hermione to follow him to the buffet. As they approached the steaming trays of food, Hermione couldn't help but feel giddy with excitement. The Sorcerer's Spread was known for its endless array of decadent treats, and she had been dreaming about the fluffy pancakes and crispy bacon for days. She glanced over at Ron, his eyes shining with anticipation.
"I can't wait to dig in," Hermione said, feeling a sense of flirty mischief wash over her. She knew that she wouldn't have to hold back in front of Ron, that he would love every moment of it.
Ron grinned at her, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I know the feeling. It's like we've been training all week for this."
She loaded up her plate with bacon, scrambled eggs, and a generous helping of pancakes, the syrup cascading over the edges. Ron piled his plate high with bacon, sausage links, and a mountain of hash browns.
As they sat down to eat, Ron's eyes flicked over to Hermione's plate, a smirk forming on his lips.
"You know, I think you need a little more whipped cream on those pancakes," he said, reaching over to grab the canister.
Hermione giggled as Ron squirted a huge dollop of whipped cream onto her stack of pancakes, the sweet scent filling her nostrils. She took a big bite, savoring the fluffy texture and the sugary sweetness of the whipped cream.
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