"Stop calling me that, you nitwit!"
"I rather like it, my dear," he said, placing particular emphasis on the nickname that she despised.
"Why do you insist on getting on my nerves?" she screeched, hair falling away from its normal confines, cheeks flushing a most becoming shade of rosy pink.
"I apologize. You just look so ravishing when you are angry." Before her protests could burst from her mouth, the Headmaster captured his deputy's lips in his. Unexpected. Devoid of all thought. Stupid. Potentially dangerous. Plus, she didn't respond.
"Perhaps I should call you 'Dumbles'." Finally, she kissed him back.
A/N: So, what do you think so far?
