“Listen, they’re going to love you, I promise…” Steve assured her, slipping his hand into hers and pulling her along. “And you already know Dr. Foster.”
Hermione pulled her pointy witch’s hat down further on her head. “You don’t think my costume’s a little on the nose, do you?”
He shook his head. “I love your nose, though, so I might be biased…” He ducked down under the brim of her hat to kiss the tip of said adorable nose.