Written for the 100 stories under 100 words challenge by ErynPotter.
I used the prompt Whisper.
Word-count: 92
They were always whispering to each other at the lessons.
Kate's lips stroking against Rose's ear. Her hot breath tickling, causing giggle.
Soft words.
Naughty words.
Blushing cheeks.
They were always touching each other at the lessons.
Eager fingers tripping on thighs, waists.
Hands holding.
It was their secret.
Because no one knew.
What the whispers said.
Where the hands were.
Not that the teachers didn't notice something.
"Ms. Weasley, Ms. Bowler, stop whispering!"
"Ms. Bowler, Ms. Weasley, are you paying attention?"
But they did not stop.
Love simply doesn't stay away.