For M&MWP. This is my drabble for Padma/Morag. Enjoy!
She's got a sharp tongue and a mind that won't turn off. She's clever and she probably knows what you are thinking but not saying. She's careful not to let her emotions show because they are pesky, manipulative things. Emotions can't be trusted. They give everything away but only to those who are paying attention.
You wonder if she knows that you are paying attention. You wonder if she knows just how much you want to run your hand through her silky black hair. You like to compliment her on it sometimes but she only shrugs and says that her sister has it too so it's not all that special. That's her problem right there. She's always comparing herself to her twin.
You wish you could make her understand that they may be identical outside but she has a beautiful mind and something else to hold on to besides tea leaves and fair weather friendships. You wish that you could make her see that she is perfect and that for a Ravenclaw she is being rather dense. You wish you could say the things that were on your mind; things like 'I love you.'
Then something miraculous happens and she pulls you closer and you don't question it because this is the one time she's ever let her guard down. It's the one time she's ever chosen her emotions over logic. You have to admit that you like this spontaneous side of her. You take care not to make any sudden moves because this moment may never come again and you want to savor it. You want it to last forever.
"Mor," she whispers, her breath tickling your ear. "I'm thinking too much again." She leans up to kiss your cheek. "Make it stop."
It's all the permission you need. You turn your head and kiss her soundly because talking won't solve anything and things like 'I love you' can be said later and your mouth would rather be more agreeably engaged. Your mind has gone blissfully blank and all you can do is feel. You hope that she feels it too.