Part of the Thirty Minutes and a Lemon Curd series from Tumblr. "Warm enough now?" You nodded, lips turned down at the corners. "Gonna talk to me?" You looked at him, blinking owlishly, and his mouth twitched. "S'a 'no', then?" You rolled your eyes and sighed. "I don't wanna talk about it." Harry bit his tongue and chewed out the frustration in it. "Me neither, really," he said lightly. "But we should. And you know how much I hate talking." How long had it taken him to kiss you in that bakery? To turn up again after you'd spent the night with him because he was going mad and couldn't stop thinking about you when he should have? "Shoe's on the other foot, now, innit?" You flashed him a close-mouthed smile. "You don't read the Daily Mail," he said. "Why'd you start now?"