Maybe...

‘It’s nothing, never mind,’ you mutter. Emma cocks her head curiously… then her eyes land on the phone lying on the bedside table, and she puts two and two together.

‘Oh, I see,’ she chuckles. ‘Want to preserve this moment, is that it? Something for the wank bank?’

You cough – actually cough, throat constricting with embarrassment. ‘I didn’t say that,’ you protest. Emma levels one eyebrow.

‘Yeah, but you were sure as hell thinking it! You know, I’m almost tempted.’ She considers for a brief, glorious moment. ‘I did spend all this time getting done up as Hermione, after all. Hair, make-up, outfit, everything…’

You wait with bated breath – but then she looks down and shakes her head with a wry smile. ‘Sorry, sweetheart. Nothing personal – I just don’t know you quite well enough for that yet.’

You fight back the sudden disappointment rising in your chest. ‘No, definitely,’ you agree – and she is right, after all. ‘Easiest way not to get your nudes leaked is not to take them in the first place. You shouldn’t trust me that much yet. I wouldn’t trust me that much yet!’

When you look up, Emma’s smiling in the same strangely fond way she did back in your car. ‘You’re sweet,’ she says, softly. ‘Tell you what…’

She scouts around for something – and when her hand comes back up, she’s holding her phone, not yours. ‘You can take a picture. One picture. I’ll keep it on my phone, though, and in the future, maybe things’ll change a little.’

You feel your mouth fall open. ‘Are you serious?’

Emma gives you a wry stare. ‘Honestly, I’m in two minds about even going this far, so I’d hurry up and take that photo if I were you.’