Rafe/Erin (Bwah)
"Oh, please, he's just a boy!" Erin snapped moodily after two fourth year girls who had just given her a set of dark glares as they passed the pair sitting on the bench. Dropping her hand from gesturing to Rafe, she sat back with a huff.
Though she was staring forward, Erin could sense the boy watching her incredulously so with an irritated sigh she rounded to him. "What?"
Rafe shrugged in his lounging seat next to her and feathered a hand back through his hair. "I just think you're blowing it out of proportion, is all," he replied nonchalantly.
Erin blinked before raising a finger toward his face because, oh, she definitely felt like yelling now. "If you think I'm just going to let that--that--slag say--"
"I think," Rafe interrupted as he sat up and turned toward the ranting blonde, "you should forget the slag and her silly rag paper and snog as many Quidditch players as you want." He raised up a hand and slipped his fingers through her hair while give her a half-smile.
She sighed again. "A serious conversation and you just want to snog."
Rafe shrugged again. "Never accuse me of being complicated," he mumbled as he leaned in to plant a soft, lingering kiss on her lips.
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