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A Flash of Fire and Ice

Prompt #1: Kiss

Title: Bloody Brilliant

Primary Location: Bewitching Fiction

Word Count: approx. 561

Time: 30 minutes

Warnings: Non-compliant to traditional pairings

Contrary to what Harry had told Ron and Hermione by the fire in the common room, Cho Chang hadn't been his first kiss. Everything else had been the truth. It was wet, kind of awkward. But someone else had taken his first kiss weeks before. Whether it had been an accident, on purpose, or some kind of cosmic joke he wasn't sure. Regardless, it had happened and he found himself wishing for another.

Afterwards, Hermione had been sitting in the common room on her own, the last embers in the fire struggling to survive the late hour when Harry had come down from the dormitories. Unable to sleep, he sat next to her and wordlessly rested his head on her shoulder. Her only acknowledgement had been to rest her cheek on his hair a moment before giving her attention back to the revisions in front of her. After a spell of silence she whispered,

"You don't really like Cho that way, do you? After all that hullabaloo last year, you realized this?"

Harry was glad he had he face hidden from Hermione. The blush on his cheeks was hot, but he knew she could feel the heat through her blouse.

"I also happen to know that wasn't your first kiss, Harry. I saw you…"

Shooting across the couch, Harry stared wide-eyed at his best friend. She kept her eyes on her parchment, but was unable to keep a small smile from her lips. Gauging her body language, he could feel no anger or disgust from her. Just amusement and affection.

"You didn't say anything?"

Her eyes parted with the parchment and her brown met his green ones. Brow raised in incredulity, she snorted in disbelief.

"It was none of my business, Harry. Who you snog, whom you fancy. I'll support you, if you think it's the right feeling. I'll also be there should it end in ultimate heartbreak." She smiled wider. "My emotional range is at least ten times larger than Ron's, you know."

Harry found himself smiling, shoulders sagging in relief. He hadn't realized just how worried he'd been about his friends' reactions. He should have known he could have faith in Hermione and her steadfast loyalty and support. Ron… That would be another hurdle best eased into. But for now, Harry found himself content for the first time that year. Even if it was to be short lived, it was nice to feel so peaceful.

"So…" Hermione began, grinning more like a Cheshire cat as Harry moved back to his spot next to her. He kept his eyes locked with hers, a little fearful of what she had to say. "What kind of kisser is Draco Malfoy?"

Harry sputtered, flushing a violent crimson. Hermione couldn't help but to giggle, barely covering her laugh with her hand before Harry pushed her over in embarrassment. Squawking in surprise, she grabbed the front of his shirt and dragged him down with her to the ground. The two groaned in pain, landing, on top of one another. Silence except the the laughter of the two Gryffindors echoed through the room. After the hysterics died down, they managed the climb back on the couch, facing one another.

"Harry, you're my best friend. Never doubt I'll be here for you."

"Thank you, Hermione." He paused, lost in thought a moment. "He's bloody brilliant. The prat."

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