“Hey, ‘Mione!”

Fred grins- (in that boyish sense that he always does, the prat), and bounds over to the shorter girl, chuckling.

He leans down, pulling her book away from her and smiling, pushing out his lips.

“Kiss for good-luck, Granger?”

He laughs as she grimaces, trying to reach her book. He holds it above his head, though, amused as she jumps for it.