"Pass the sugar"
"Please"
"Pass the sugar please"
"Just because you're pregnant doesn't mean you don't have manners"
Charlie didn't need to see his fiancé's face to know she was rolling her eyes. Instead of responding, he just plastered a smile on his face before turning around to give her the requested item and watch bemusedly as she lumped a good three teaspoons in her tea. Mia never had sugar in her tea.
"Looks like we have a sweet tooth coming."
"You would know Charlie Weasley. I'd ask what happened to the rest of that treacle tart if I didn't know you better."
"I was hungry, finished late, you were asleep and it was just sitting on the bench." Charlie narrowed his eyes defensively. "Besides, I figured it might be nice to get at least one piece."
Another roll of her eyes, she levelled the man in front of her with a disinterested look. "If you're that desperate Charlie, you could always try making your own."
Another man might have missed the mischievous tug at the corner of Mia's mouth. Charlie didn't, and he knew instantly that she was thinking of his last unsuccessful attempt at baking and the treacle she'd walked in to see running down the wall. Although she could be thinking of the scones he'd managed to enlarge to the size of quaffles, or perhaps the perfectly edible looking cupcakes he charmed the icing on and accidentally managed to change the hair colour of anyone (half the reserve) who'd eaten them. Or really any of Charlie's baking attempts.
No, he couldn't imagine Mia seriously suggesting he bake anything at all, probably for the next eternity but two could play at this game.
"Maybe I will love, I'll get started on some for after lunch?"
At that, Mia's mischievous smile and Charlie's smirk took all of half a second to dissolve into raucous fits of laughter. It was only four minutes later that Mia managed to choke out.
"Perhaps, we best hope that our lion cub doesn't have a sweet tooth"
- AN
First HP fanfic! I only wish I owned Harry Potter, full credit to JK.