She frowned, her fingers already playing with the chain as she scanned the text.

The gnome is a common garden pest found throughout northern Europe and North America…

She bit her lip now, drawing her knees to her chest as her hand brushed some loose curls away from her face before returning to the silver chain. She was curled up in the chair by her dying fire, ignoring the dismal light and the rain drumming along her roof and windows, glad to have an excuse to relax in shorts and a baggy shirt, rather than office clothing at some boring outdoor Ministry function.

The Kneazle was originally bred in Britain, though it is now exported worldwide. A small cat like creature with flecked, speckled, or spotted fur, outsize ears, and a tail like a lion's, the Kneazle is intelligent, independent, and occasionally aggressive….

"Don't you dare put that in your mouth," a voice whispered in her ear, making her drop the necklace from her hand and tilt her head to look up at the owner of the voice.

She smirked when she placed the dark haired and pale skinned man, closing the book with her finger to save her place, "Are you going to give me a speech about lead poisoning or whatever nonsense?"

"No," he smirked back, letting his hand reach out for her hair, twirling a strand as he leaned in a bit closer, her head tilted back to look at him, "It's just that your necklace is silver, and I have every intention of kissing you and would very much like to do so thoroughly without fear of harming myself from any traces left behind on your lips."

"What makes you think I want you to kiss me?" she questioned, discarding her book and forgetting about it entirely.

He grinned, showing off his teeth as he leaned even closer to her, "You stopped."

Hermione smirked back, picking up the necklace and placing it in between her teeth, making him frown at her before she said through the metal, "It's fake." The grin came back as Henry tugged the necklace away and replaced it with his mouth, leaning over the chair to do so. She smiled and ran her hands through his hair, encouraging him to go on.

He pulled back, stepping beside the chair and picking her up out of it, carrying her bridal style, "It's a very bad habit to have anyway."

She rolled her eyes and reached up for another kiss, "Oh, shut up and snog me."

He grinned down at her, "With pleasure."