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Maggie barely managed to hold back another laugh before reaching for Hermione’s waist, pulling her closer once she caught the invitation in her expression. Her lips met Hermione’s in a heated, rather unrestrained kiss, one hand settling firmly against her lower back while the other cupped her cheek. She eventually pulled away just enough to catch her breath, a crooked grin spreading across her face. “Hell, sweetheart… you’re gonna be the death of me.”

“The only thing I’m afraid of is turning into a walker. Other than that… impregnating you will be a cake walk my dear.”

“Is that a lil tease i hear? Are you tempting me?”

“My motives are ‘pure’ and definitely high. So yes, I am wondering just that.”

“Tip top shape you say? Thats some child bearing hips I see.”

“You walking away from me isn’t what I signed up for. That’s why I made sure you was weak in your knees.”