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A/N: A little ditty that came into my head, one fine morning. As usual, not BETA'd. I do spell nice though.
Hermione, who was always very meticulous with everything that she did, currently had one of the most intense looks of concentration on her face that Ginny had ever seen. It was all in the wrist, she figured. Hermione, who for her part was too engrossed in the task at hand, took no notice of Ginny's curious expression.
She was currently too busy making sure that she would not miss a single drop before licking it off the spoon and repeating the process. A look of pleasure would flit across her face for a moment, before the whole process would begin anew. Ginny thought that it was one of the most incredible as well as one of the sexiest ways to eat pudding.
But as Hermione neared the end of her cup, something went amiss. Somewhere in the process, not the entire spoonful had made its way into Hermione's mouth, but had instead taken a detour and ended upon Hermione's cheek.
A wicked idea suddenly popped into Ginny's head and grinning to herself she broke Hermione's trance. "You've got a bit right here." She gestured to the other cheek, nowhere near the pudding. Hermione's eyes went wide and instantly a hand went up to her face, searching in vain for the dollop.
"Where?" She asked after a few moments of nothing but failed attempts. Ginny smiled and shook her head.
"No, here, let me help." She scooted closer until their faces were now inches away and with an impossibly slow movement, Ginny brought her hand up and oh-so-carefully removed any traces of the pudding off of Hermione's face. With a cheeky grin, Ginny inserted the finger into her mouth, allowing the same expression of bliss cross her face.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Hermione, who was now only centimeters from bumping noses with Ginny, with a strange look in her eyes. "You stole my pudding." She stated as if that was all there was to it.
And before Ginny could even begin to react to what was going on, Hermione closed what little space there was between them, seeking what it was Ginny stole. The stolen seconds passed too quickly for Ginny, and it was Hermione, who was now apparently satisfied, broke away with a smug smirk.
"I always loved pudding." She said with a sly grin.
But Ginny wasn't listening to her, her mind was buzzing with everything that was Hermione. The longing that had been simmering for months within her had suddenly become an insatiable fire.
This time it was she who pounced on a scarcely surprised Hermione, catching her off guard, mumbling, "About bloody time. Almost finished the pudding."
It didn't stop Ginny however, for somewhere she just knew that the one thing that Hermione could not resist more than a cup of pudding were the kisses of a Ginny Weasley.
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