Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Seriously.
A/N: Written for Challenge #210 ~ Face at slashthedrabble.
A/N2: As always (I don't even know whether I should be repeating this every single time), review! If I were to seem rather slow on the updates, it's because I've just headed home for the summer break. So I'd be feeling the effects of RL for a bit. Fear not, I will still write during my summer break (all four months of it) and if you want me to write more, just drop me prompts, requests, etc. Cheers.
Cho thought that she would taste spices on Padma's lips, that the kisses would sting and burn and leave a smoking hole. (She found the idea of a life-threatening kiss infinitely romantic.) She was a little disappointed that Padma tasted nothing like spices. Just a little though, because when Padma's face came close to hers, any coherent (and incoherent) thoughts she had ceased to exist altogether. (That was the most romantic notion she could come up with given her brain cells' tendency to short-circuit following such proximity.) Headier and stronger than spices, Padma's kisses always left her on unsteady legs.