I Want To Kiss 'Her'
Her lips were getting awfully close. She was already wrapping her arms around his neck, and he felt slightly uncomfortable with the proximity. Her eyes were drooped seductively, and her lips the shade of pink.
He had never been kissed before. Ever. Well, except for the time that his aunt had grabbed him with one giant smack on the lips. He shuddered at the thought.
Now was the time to actually kiss someone that wasn't family related, and be happy. But not the girl in front of him.
He didn't want this, but at the same time he did. He wanted to know what it felt like. Lips on lips, and the way that the kissing would be…
But not with the girl who has been stalking him ever since the beginning of the year.
He was an impatient sixteen year old boy who was just waiting for that one girl that would finally just come out of her trance, and snog him.
But nothing had happened of the sort. And it was irritating him.
So he stopped out of his thoughts, and gently pushed the girl away. She unraveled her hands from around his neck, and cocked her head to the side. The crowd of people went silent and all looked at him as they saw what had occurred.
"I-I can't do this." He whispered, now stepping away from her cautiously. Her eyes held traces of tears, and she gasped as he turned his head towards her. His eyes were solely focused on the bushy haired Gryffindor. He sighed.
"Hermione." He breathed. It made prickles of goose bumps on her skin. He jumped down from the stand that he was on, and walked over to her. She froze.
"R-Ron." She whispered, not knowing a clue on what he was doing. He carefully moved a small curl behind her left ear, and smiled. Everyone now looked at the two.
"What are you doing?" she asked quietly. He shrugged.
And without even an answer, he brushed his lips against hers. Her eyes widened. 'He's kissing me…he's kissing me…' she thought.
'Oh just kiss him back already!' the voices in her head told her.
And with that her eyes shut, and she closed her lips upon his in a full lip-lock. With that move, he let go with a tinge of pink on his cheeks. All he got back was a small smile and another kiss. And another.
And soon it went into a full snogging session. Hermione's arms were tightly around Ron's neck, and his were on her waist, supporting her from falling.
Hermione had had some experience with Viktor Krum, so she wiped her tongue against Ron's lower lip, and he kept on kissing her believing as if he didn't feel it.
Ron knew different. He heard of 'tongue swiping' before from his brothers, but never had he imagined something like this.
"And when comes a time that a girl will want you to open your mouth, you will do it. It's plain and simple. But only a little, mind you." Fred had told him.
She did it again, only with a bit more pressure. So he opened his mouth a little, and her tongue touched his. He felt like he was floating. Clouds blocked his vision, and his tongue now massaged hers.
The clatter of people were chatting constantly now, people taking pictures (mostly Colin Creevey) and others looking away from the couple.
Suddenly without another second to last, a smack resonated in the room along with two giggles.
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Everyone had gone off to bed. He and Hermione were the only ones left by the burning fire.
Ron was wonderstruck. He got his first kiss. From the girl he fancied.
They sat close together. Hermione's head rested on Ron's chest.
"Where did you learn to kiss like that?" Ron asked with his face bright.
Hermione smiled and turned to him. "I guess it was a fast instinct."
And then for the second time that night, he kissed her.
Fluffy Fluff!
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