Disclaimer: Harry Potter, not mine.
A/N: May drabble response at The Hideaway. Must include a penny.
"I thought you said you weren't superstitious?"
"And I thought you said you were not going to complain about our evening out?"
"I am not complaining," he replied in a brusque manner and continued walking on. She remained rooted where she had stopped. When he realized she was no longer with him, he turned and asked her quickly, "Are you coming or do you plan to become a tree in the middle of the London pavement?"
She frowned and then crossed her arms in an act of defiance. "You just don't understand do you? None of it has been about you!"
"I never said it was, Hermione. Now can we just return home, please?" he asked through clenched teeth.
"No, Severus, we cannot go home until you admit that everything isn't about you."
He rolled his eyes and mechanically replied, "Not everything is about me. Now can we go?"
"Fine," she replied half marching, half stomping past him.
He quickly caught up to her and forced her to ease into a more normal walk. They continued in silence for several minutes before he finally said, "You know, I was only curious as to why you were picking up a penny."