The Kiss
The library was quiet except for the sound of Madam Pince continuing to hurry students out. Magnilda and Neville was lucky she hadn't made her way toward them yet. "Magnilda. . . . ." Neville had begun quietly. "Yes. . . .?" Magnilda had wondered.
"I think I like you. And more than just a friend." he said, beginning to feel as if toads were jumping around in his stomach. Magnilda could only stare at him. Neville felt himself become embarassed. He knew he shouldn't have said that! It was stupid of him to say that!
"I-I'm sorry. I---"
His words were cut off as she had leaned close and her lips brushed against his. he became still, feeling his heart race. Magnilda could feel her heart race as well. What was she doing?
Magnilda blushed as Neville kissed back. She felt his hands wrap around her waist, and allowed her hands to wrap around his neck. She heard the thump of the books as they hit the floor, but she ignored the sound. Instead, she concentrated on kissing the Gryffindor as he had pulled her closer. Her eyes had closed, enjoying the moment of the kiss.
Suddenly, Magnilda heard a sound behind her. It was a smirk. She had quickly broke apart from Neville, figuring that the smirk belonged to no other than Draco Malfoy himself. But as she turned around to see if she had been right, to her horror, she found out she was wrong.
It was her brother, Callum Marten, and he wore a broad sly grin on his face.