(A/N: Excuse me while I unload all this sweet fluffy stuff. I need to get it out of my system before I write more angst and blood.)
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(This is one from when they're older, BTW.)
Harry Potter had a sweet tooth the size of Hogwarts.
"Harry, love..." Hermione cooed sweetly, perching herself on the arm of the chair he was sitting in. He looked up, instantly suspicious at her sugary tone.
"Yeah, Mione?"
"Where's that treacle tart mum sent us? It's not in the fridge where I put it."
"I dunno...haven't seen it."
"Mm." She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips, which he returned after a small pause. She sucked on his bottom lip gently, but just as he was reaching for her she pulled away with a steely glint in her honey brown eyes.
"You're a liar and you're going out to get a new tart."
Harry smirked and crossed his arms, completely unabashed at being caught. "What gave me away?"
"You had chocolate on your mouth, you dirty git."