Comfort

by Kass

Notes:
Written to spec. I offered Sanj a drabble to improve her day. She requested "hot chocolate, with a twist of something more fortifying." I suspect she meant it metaphorically, but I felt like being literal, so. It's HP, OT3 if you squint, in precisely 100 words.

They came home soaked, so clammy Harry didn't even peek at anyone's bare hip as they changed clothes. They'd spent all day looking for glyphs, and even Hermione's Contrafluvius couldn't repel Scottish rain.

The drink Hermione fixed smelled of chocolate, with a hint of peppermint. After a swig he passed it to Ron, in a blanket beside him, feet tucked under Harry's thighs. Wordlessly Hermione curled into the end of the sofa, her head on Harry's lap.

A tap of a wand refilled the mug. Harry rubbed Ron's arches, Hermione dozed in his lap, and they stayed there until dark.

The End