She didn't know a thing about cooking, and he knew it too.
Even with magic, Hermione couldn't cook without making a mess. Even after they've been living together for more than four years and married for two, Fred still enjoyed her annoyed expressions every time she attempts to cook.
The way she pressed her lips thin, scrunched her nose and clenched her eyebrows, made her husband's lips curl up.
"Oh darling! What are you trying to do this time?", Fred asked in a snarky tone
His wife looked up from the bowl of mixture, her hair covered with flour and said, "I'm supposed to bake you a cake for your birthday as a surprise, it's no longer a surprise is it?" in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone'.
"Awww! You were trying to bake me a cake! That's lovely. I wouldn't miss your famous cake for a thing" he replied making his way to taste the batter.
"Ha ha! Very funny" Hermione said in a sarcastic tone, nudging the red head's shoulder.
"Needs sugar, I'm not diabetic!" Fred said in a supposedly hurt tone.
"Ouch! That hurts" his wife said with a pout and punching his shoulder somewhat harder.
"Not harder than this", he said with a chuckle, " Well then my dear witch, before you kill someone with that poison, let's bake it together. What chu say pygmy puff?" he said pointing at the bowl.
A few hours later
And then the cake was done and they put it the oven.
"Never have I ever heard of a story where someone makes their own birthday cake...", Fred said with a huge sigh.
"Well, now you do", the brunette said, putting her hair in a bun.
"Aww, you're not getting away with that!", he said moving towards his wife and pulling her waist closer and said, "Where's my present?", looking at the person whom he was hugging.
Fred gave Hermione a flirting look and she stared at him.
She inhaled twice before she turned her face away and went, "Achoo!"
She watched her husband blink slowly in confusion and said, "The cake, you baked with me, and the time you spent with me" she said making sure to stress the word 'me'
"Really! Well, then it really is gonna be the worst present I've ever gotten!", he said without removing his hands from her waist nor breaking eye contact and heaved.
"Aww! You poor thing!", Hermione said trying to supress a laugh, and running her hands along his hair.
"Ah! Granger-'' Fred started, but Hermione didn't let him finish and kissed him deeply.
And Fred did have a great present.