He could stay right there the rest of the date and she wouldn't complain. Well she did want to eat a few more of those scones and see the infamous fort. But she could also be just as content with his smiling face above hers as his lips teasing across hers.
Eva snaked her free hand behind his neck and curled her fingers through the hair there. She was entirely distracted by the kiss, until his lips curved into a grin and she knew she'd been had. "Rude George Weasley! Taking a scone from a starving girl." Eva teased, tightening her hold on his neck, bring him down toward her. "I think someone is going to end up locked up in his own fort tonight." She pulled her knee up slowly, brushing it along his hip. So she was a tease. But wasn't that what dates were supposed to be. Prelude to what could be. Or what may be.