Out of Breath
"Should..." Breath. Breath. "...my mucus be..." Breath. Breath. "...a weird beige-y colour?" Ron called between heaving breaths as he bent double against the wall. The had been running for who-knows-how-long, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could take.
"Probably not..." Hermione finally answered, slowly.
Harry was lying across the ground, his limbs outstretch and his chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Tell me we lost them, 'Mione!" He pleaded, lifting his head ever so slightly to look at her.
"Looks like it," she said softly, glancing around for any sign of the Snatchers that were following them. "But we'd best be moving if we don't want them to find us again.
Both of the boys swore as they begrudgingly moved, groaning and moaning all the way.
A/N: Words - 127
Sept Event - 28. (colour) Beige