Ron smiled at that, glad she kind of understood where he was coming from and leaned forward to peck her lips quickly. He kept his hold on her hands, feeling warmth radiating from them and marveling at how perfectly they fit together.
"You told your Mum you fancied me?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. He never would have been able to tell his Mum that. She'd have been all ove rhim making comments about how her little Ron was all grown up and all that.
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