There was just something about George's kisses that always made her smile, even through her tears. They were happy tears, though. Happy tears were the only ones Angelina allowed herself to cry anymore.
Reaching up to stroke his cheek gently, she smiled, leaning in to brush her lips across his again. "I know I do," she said quietly, rubbing her cheek against his. "Why do you think I'm crying?"
"I love you, George Weasley," she said again, just to make it more clear.