Michaela Boot should be much too smart for this. (perfectionist) wrote in backway,
"Yeah," she said before falling quiet as they walked towards the library. After a few minutes, she glanced over at him, pink cheeked, and asked, "Am I a good kisser? You shouldn't marry me if I'm not."
"You're the best I've ever kissed," Quinn promised her honestly, though the corners of his lips twitched as he told her.
"I'm your only."
"Which makes you the best," he argued.
Cho frowned and reached for the door to the library. "I guess."
"You're a fantastic kisser, Choey," he told her, putting a hand on the door once she opened it to hold it. "Seriously. I wouldn't be trying to snog you all the time if you weren't."
"I can find a book on kissing if you're lying."
"I never lie about kissing," he said, seriously, closing the door behind them and locking it for good measure.
"And other things?" she asked, wide eyed.
"Nothing important," he said with a shrug. "And not to you. Where do you think they keep books on contracts anyways?"
"Um..." Cho glanced around the library, her eyes scanning the shelves, and was suddenly reminded that it was after curfew. How had they gotten this far without getting caught? "Quinn!" she hissed. "I don't want to get detention. I've never had detention."
"We won't," he promised, scanning the shelves distractedly. "Weasley isn't on rounds tonight. It's those two Hufflepuff Seventh years. They won't care if we're out."
"We could tell them we fell asleep while studying," she said. "Let's get a table in the back, just in case."