Meet
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She was running, looking for Ron.
He was walking, looking for his son.
She collided into him. They fell to the floor.
She on top, and he below.
He glared at her.
She stared at him.
"Get off of me, Mudblood." His features were grim.
She did not move, neither did he.
Time had halted temporarily.
Then she bent her head, and pressed her lips to his.
And he opened his mouth, astonished by her kiss.
She took the advantage, and touched his tongue with her own.
And closing his eyes he returned her ardour with a soft little groan.
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AN: Quick little 'droem' (drabble-poem) that I thought up when I woke today. The timing isn't perfect neither is the rhyming, but it's a fun little 100-word read! :D