The Spy Who . . . .
A 100-word Drabble by MysticSong
Fleeting yet powerful; she had never imagined the feeling could be so heady. She wanted more but the reciprocating look told her this was a once in a life time opportunity and she would do best to enjoy it while she could. There were no returns, no second chances, and no come backs.
She slipped into the flat she shared, a silly grin plastered across her face that she could remove no easier than the piquant aroma that clung to her body. "Oi, Hermione, where have you been!" called Ron.
"With the spy who shagged me," was her dreamy reply.