Hermione giggled as Viktor smeared a dollop of whipped cream on her nose. They'd been married for three years and he still never failed to do that when they had anything that had whipped cream on it. And it didn't help any that they weren't at a table.
Hermione sat on the counter, her feet dangling and occasionally kicking the cupboard doors. She was still a few inches shorter than her husband, much to his amusement.
Viktor was standing, strawberries and whipped cream in a bowl and a smile on his face. He leaned down and kissed the cream off his wife's face while she continued to giggle.
"You are so mean to me," she teased.
"You make it too easy," he smirked back. He took a bite of his dessert and watched her cheeks turn bright red.
She ducked her head in a vain attempt to hide her flaming cheeks. It might have worked if she were standing on the floor, but her elevated position wasn't letting her hide as effectively as normal. And she knew it.
Viktor enjoyed the view for a few minutes more and too soon was finished with his dessert. And Hermione had been for a while. It was what had spurred the smearing of cream on her face. Though they both knew that was just an excuse.