Rationality vs. Impulse
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and his friends (and enemies) belong to J.K. Rowling and her publishers…
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There were many reasons why she shouldn't.
That it would make a scene was the least of them.
But, Hermione thought, while there was only one (logical) reason to act so impulsively…
It was a good one.
Besides, she had to do something with the adrenaline coursing through her veins.
She dashed past many screaming, red-and-gold clad fans, jostling them out of their seats. Her scarf trailed behind her, a banner of flying gold - it resembled her hair whipping all around her as she ran grinning towards the pitch.
Approaching a cheering huddle of people clutching brooms, she focused on one gangly, red-haired, freckly Keeper in the middle of the happy group.
"Ron!"
He spun around to face her and grinned widely. "Hermione!"
He pushed past his cheering teammates and stepped forward, wrapping her in a tight hug.
"Ron, we won! I can't believe it - I mean I can, you know, believe it, you were great, but it was close and I can't believe we WON!"
He laughed and set her down in front of him.
"'Mione, you're rambling!"
She looked up at him, panting slightly from her run.
"Right. I'll stop, then."
Making her up her mind quickly, she reached up on tiptoe ----
and kissed him squarely on the mouth.
Startled, his eyes widened, but he kissed her back fiercely as the crowd behind him stopped talking abruptly.
A second later, a raucous cheer was heard.
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Yep. Ron/Hermione drabble, 100 percent cliche. :)