A very fluffy Christmas by Melinda Granger
Mel and Harry were sitting in at the fire, watching the embers burn. Harry and Mel were in their sixth year at Hogwarts, and it was a very quiet Christmas in the Weasley household. Everyone else had gone to bed, but Mel insisted on writing thank-you notes. Harry just said he wasn't tired.
"So, Mel, any idea what to do yet?" he asked, for what had to be the umpteenth time.
"I have ideas…" she muttered. "But most Mrs. Weasley wouldn't approve of…."
"Do I look like I care what Mrs. Weasley says?" he smirked.
"That's why I said," she whispered in his ear. "That I have ideas."
"Can I hear one?" Harry asked.
"Not if you'd tell Ron!" Mel teased.
"Fine." Harry said, looking careless. "We won't do your idea, no matter how…tempting." The last word sounded strange, almost like Harry added his longing.
"Fine. One was snogging." Mel said. "The other was secrets."
"I'll take both." Harry laughed. "Tell me a secret."
"I've snogged Malfoy." Mel admitted. "That's why he fancies me."
"I looked at your ass when you were eleven." Harry muttered. "But I wasn't the only one."
"I knew that." Mel said. "So let's move onto the snogging."
Mel looked into his emerald green eyes, so very much like her own, and pondered; what if? But her thoughts were interrupted by the best kiss of her life, by her raven-haired Har. Life could be perfect. He pulled away, blushing, Mel pushed her pink, warm, full lips against his. It was bliss. Mel remembered all of the times he had snogged her. She tangled her fingers into his raven hair. Harry stroked her dark, almost black curtain of hair, inhaling the sweet scent of her jasmine and rose shampoo and peppermint scent. She smelled sweatsocks and ink, Harry's exact smell. That was exactly what they smelled in the Amortentia earlier in the year.