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"Eep!" Lily jumped, dropping the dragonhide gloves, and latching onto George's arm, "What was that?!" she asked, looking around nervously.
George grinned, "It was just an owl."
Lily scowled and let go, bending down to pick up the gloves. "I knew that."
George snickered, covering his mouth with his hand.
"Stop. Laughing." Lily stomped her foot, before collapsing on the ground, overcome by giggles. George laughed out-right at that, and teary-eyed and gasping for breath didn't see Lily reach up and take his hand. With a swift tug, she pulled him down onto the muddy path.
He only had enough time to let out a strangled 'Ack!' before landing face-first in a puddle. Lily was laughing so much at George's mud-covered face that she didn't see him pick up the handful of mud, which, two seconds later, ended up in her hair.
The playful fight soon developed into all-out war. Mud flew, shrieks filled the air, and it wasn't hard to see who was winning. Lily had George pinned to the ground, threatening him with a handful of mud.
George held his hands up in surrender, "Okay, Okay. You win,"
"A Weasley Twin admitting defeat. This is a sad day." Lily joked, "Besides, I think you let me win," She pouted.
"Would I do a thing like that?" George asked, innocence painted on his dirt-streaked face.
"You would if you thought you'd get something out of it."
"Will I?" George asked, with a cheeky grin.
"I'll think about it," Lily replied, grinning.
Still sitting astride his chest, Lily leaned down and pressed her lips to his. Their kiss deepened, and neither of them noticed the large shaggy dog trot into the clearing.