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"Oh, jeez! That's gross." Said a frustrated, and wincing redhead. Yes. None other than Ron Weasley.
"Grow up." Snapped the frizzy haired brunette.
"I'll get back to you after getting that image out of my mind." Ron shot back just as coldly.
A pair of slender fingers brushed through the messy mop of dark brown hair on the scalp of The Boy Who Lived. He was adorned by his usual attire. Though something seemed out of place in this picture of the three best friends. Oh yes. Miss Hermione Granger was comfortably seated on the lap of Harry Potter, and intimately snuggled in his arms.
"No one's keeping you from leaving, Ron." Harry stated with a sly grin. He gently adjusted his grip around Hermione, and pulled her closer to his chest, so their bodies were nearly entwined.
"Oh, Harry, how nice of you to join us." Ron spoke coolly with his sarcasm, while eyeing his friend.
"If you don't like it, leave. Honestly, Ronald." Hermione grumbled to herself.
The redhead sprinted out of the room without thinking twice.
Now they were alone. Ah, at last.
Harry grinned viciously and nibbled on the tender skin of Hermione's neck.
"I missed that." Hermione cooed, and leaned back at the soothing touch of his arms around her waist.
All Harry could do was murmur "Mmmhmm" with a mouth full of Hermione.
Hermione gently tilted his head up to capture his lips with her own, and eagerly pulled him into a loving kiss.
"I missed that" Harry commented in between light pants after the kiss was broken.
A/N: Yes, I know it was short. But anyway, this is my first fanfic. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! I need some major ideas, and constructive criticism is always welcome, but please no flames. Though I respect your opinion on my writing style, I must ask you not to review with a flame. If you don't like it, simply do not read it.