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A/N: Heehee this one made me smile. And: AH! I wrote a proper kiss. Not good, I'm now having a fluff overload :D
Angelina and George Weasley
'Roxy? Do you want to help me make a cake for Fred's birthday?' Angelina called from the kitchen.
Roxy was the thirteen year old daughter of George and Angelina Weasley. She was, like her father, not renowned for her cooking.
'I don't know Mum, I think I'd just hold you back.' She replied, her head stuck in Quidditch Through The Ages. She, like Fred, her older-by-a-year brother, had inherited her love of Quidditch from both of her parents, choosing to spend her free summer evenings with any available family members, flying until they got bored with her.
'Rox, do you want to lick the bowl?' Her mum called again.
'Oh oh, yes please!' Roxy said, bounding into the room.
Before she could get there, her father pushed past her to the nearly empty bowl. 'Cake mixture!' He exclaimed, grabbing the bowl.
'George Weasley!' Angelina shouted at him before he could eat any. He looked sheepish, and handed the bowl to his daughter. Angelina smiled at him.
'Thank you darling. Besides, I have something far sweeter for you.' She smirked, putting her arms around his neck, kissing him hungrily.
George smiled against her lips. Maybe he could let Roxy keep the bowl, just this once.