Man, oh man...I wish he was a flavor. He'd be better than orange, sweeter than cherry, a hint of a butterscotch, with a touch of ginger aftertaste...like licking the wallpaper at Wonka's candy factory.

And I just know he'd smell good too...all summery and a bit of sweat left over after Quidditch practice...

And can you imagine how warm his breath would feel against your neck as he slides his arms beneath your cloak?

...you've inspired me...

Damn...that Hermione's one lucky girl.

*finally faints*