Harry had had it. Hermione and Ron had been dancing around each other for too long, and it was really starting to pester him. He watched them flirt over breakfast—and what had possessed Professor Dumbledore? Strawberries at breakfast? He watched them flirt at lunch. He watched them flirt outdoors.
"Are you cold, Hermione" Ron would ask.
Hermione would shiver, the faker. Then she would reply"Not really, Ron. I'll be okay."
She knew, of course, that Ron would reply"No, take my cloak."
This whole affair would lead to Hermione warmly ensconced in Ron's cloak, and Harry wondering why the smartest witch in the school couldn't dress to fit the weather.
Or Ron would need help with his homework and Hermione, for the first time in years, would help him happily. While sitting close to him. Very, very close.
It was enough to make a boy sick!
So he'd asked Dobby to set some mistletoe up above their favourite studying spot, and now he'd called them on it. "Go on then, kiss already"
Hermione blushed, the paragon of a shy young maiden, before she leant forward and gave Ron the biggest kiss of his life.
Harry turned maroon, and Ron was left sputtering. When they asked her what on Earth was going on, she merely replied"Well, I am older than you, Ron. I figured I should make the first step."
Harry quickly turned, unable to hold in his laughter much longer. He had a feeling Hermione knew exactly what he had done, and he didn't want to get on her bad side any more than he already was.
However, on his way up the stairs to the boys' dormitory, he heard her call"You're older than Ginny, Mr. Potter"
Harry ran up to the room and locked the door. Ron was stomping up after him…