George and yourself were rummaging through the kitchen of the burrow in search for a small snack before dinner. Looking in the fridge, George emerged with a small container of garden-grown strawberries and some cream.

"You've got a bit of whipped cream on your nose, love."

George snickered with a sly grin as he pointed to the small smudge of white on your cheek with his pinky. He held a cream covered strawberry in between his middle finger and his thumb, a bite already taken out of it.

He shifted closer to you as you gave him a look of confusion, shaking his head with another laugh.

"Here, give me your hand.."

He hummed, already taking your hand in his.

He then shoved the strawberry in your hand onto your cheek, doubling down on the whipped cream smudge.

"Whoops."