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Written for the Occasion-A-Day, Day 11.

You Win

"I could just go for a hot cross bun. Come to the bakery with me?" Hermione murmured, putting her books in her bag.

Lucius raised one elegant eyebrow at her. "A what?"

She glanced at him. "A hot cross bun."

"What on earth is a hot cross bun?"

She chuckled. "You're such a bloody wizard. Come on."

"Of course I'm a wizard. If you've not realised that by now, I think we need to forgo the bun and take a trip to Saint Mungo's."

She laughed harder at the look he gave her, feeling a surge of warmth when he took her hand in his own, despite his obvious concerns about her mental state.

She led him to the bakery she often visited following her regular trips to the library, and once there, ordered them two hot cross buns.

Taking a seat opposite Lucius, she grinned at him.

"Should I feel nervous?" He asked quietly, glancing around the muggle bakery. There was a time he wouldn't be seen dead in a muggle establishment, but it was just one of the many ways Hermione had bettered his life since the end of the war.

"Of course not," she replied. "It's nothing terrible, I promise. They're generally only eaten around Easter, but they're so lovely."

He nodded, still holding her smaller hand between his own, resting lightly on the table. He allowed his thoughts to drift for a few moments, tracing the contours of the lines in her palm, and was only brought out of his musings when she began to hum.

"What are you humming? I don't recognise it."

"It's a muggle nursery rhyme about Hot cross buns," she whispered. Clearing her throat, she recited softly, " Hot cross buns, hot cross buns, one a penny, two a penny, hot cross buns. If you have no daughters, give them to your sons, one a penny, two a penny, hot cross buns."

As she finished, their buns were fetched to the table.

Hermione smiled her thanks, then looked pointedly at Lucius. With a put upon smile, he lifted it gingerly to his lips and took a small bite.

Pausing to test the flavours, he nodded grudgingly. "You win."