A/N: So, I really love when things turn out much differently than you expect them to, and it just makes them that much better. This story is mostly about Ginny and the boys she loves throughout mostly her school years, but you will get to see a bit about Hermione, too...That was actually unintentional, by the way. Enjoy!

Written for femme fetal's seven kisses challenge, even though this is just the first kiss at the moment.

Disclaimer: We all ought to know by now that I am not JK Rowling, and therefore do not own anything noticably Harry Potter.

The first was on a Saturday.

I was in the library, catching up on some school work when he walked in. I had been dating Michael Corner for almost three weeks by then. He was nice, and smart, and sort of cute, although he had nothing on Harry, but by then I wasn't really thinking about him anymore. Or at least, I tried to pretend I wasn't thinking about him, as per Hermione's advice. And she would know about these things. After all, she had been ignoring what she felt for Ron since the ball, at least.

So I, partially hidden by a bookshelf, watched my boyfriend walk into the library like he owned the place. Not that he was cocky. It was just that the library was practically home for most Ravenclaws (and Hermione, but that's beside the point) the way the dungeons were home for the Slytherins.

So, while he was walking, headed for his favorite seat in the back, he spotted me, and quickly changed directions, nearly knocking over a first year who was about to walk past him and wasn't truly paying attention. She glared at him, and I admired her for that, even though it was my boyfriend she was glaring at. I sort of wished I had been like that my first year, although in reality anything would have been better than my first year...

Michael really was a klutz, though, which was only proved further when he nearly knocked over a bookshelf on his way over to me. I smiled and rolled my eyes, looking back towards my History of Magic book. He finally sat down next to me, nursing his foot.

"What are you up to?" he asked, speaking at a normal tone instead of a whisper, a fatal flaw in this library. Madam Pince shushed him loudly. "What are you up to?" he repeated, whispering so quietly this time that he almost made me laugh. He smiled at the smile on my face, as if he was proud of himself.

"I'm studying," I said in a whisper, although I obviously wasn't quiet enough for Madam Pince, as she immediately looked at me as if I was He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named himself, or like I was a bug at least, as I'm sure if she saw him she'd probably die of fright. "But I think I can get more done when I'm not being watched by the vulture." Michael smiled, although he didn't laugh, as I had hoped he would. As Harry always did...

I mentally slapped myself for that. I had no business thinking about him. I had Michael. I stood up, ready to leave, and packed all my things away, with a little bit of help from Michael, who, I had to remind myself, was still my boyfriend. I waved at Madam Pince as we left, and she practically growled at me, although that was almost normal.

We walked out of the library and meandered through the hallway, both of us unsure where we were going. We talked—well, he talked, mostly—about school and exams and such until we arrived at the Gryffindor painting. It was getting a bit late, and we both knew it was time for him to go back to his common room.

But for a little while we just stood there, looking at each other. Maybe we both knew it was about to happen. Maybe we didn't. But it did. He shuffled his feet a little, moved a little closer to me. I closed my eyes and waited. This would be my first kiss, after all.

It wasn't quick, as I had expected it to be. It was a bit awkward, but it was sweet at the same time. And so we stood there for a few seconds, awkwardly sharing our first kiss, when we suddenly heard someone—or rather, two someones—clear their throats behind us. Fred and George.

"We're so sorry to interrupt," Fred said sarcastically.

"But you're blocking the portrait," George said, finishing his sentence as usual.

I scowled at them, knowing they wouldn't understand if I tried to explain to them about a girl's first kiss. So I quickly said good-bye to Michael and said the password to get into the common room.

I stormed into the common room, ready to hex them, or at least make as big a ruckus as I could. But when I turned around to face them, they were looking sternly at me.

"What was that?" Fred asked, a menacing look in their eyes.

"That was me sharing my first kiss with my boyfriend, and you both so rudely interrupted."

"That was a boy getting his nasty saliva all over our little sister," George said conclusively.

"I think we should go and set some guidelines for this boy, George," Fred said, still looking menacing.

"You will not!" I yelled, causing everyone in the common room to look at me like I was crazy.

"Oh,won't we?" they both said at once, looking devious now.

"No," I said quietly, "You will learn that boys are going to like me, alright? And it's good that they do. This is normal, and it is going to keep happening. So you'd better get used to it." I turned to leave, only to run into Harry, who had apparently heard the entire exchange. I sighed. "Oh, not you, too."

Harry smiled. "Your first kiss, huh?"

I'm sure my face scrunched up in confusion, and then a smile broke out. And then I was laughing. And he was laughing. And Fred and George were laughing. And I couldn't think of a better way to commemorate a first kiss, even if this would have been better shared with the person I had actually kissed. Actually, I really needed to talk to Hermione.

I brushed past Harry with a smile, surprised with how easy it was for me to be around him now. Of course, my heart still beat a bit faster when he walked by, or when his hand accidentally brushed against mine, but I wasn't the nervous, shy little girl I had once been around him.

I went up the stairs to the girls' dormitories, knowing I'd find Hermione all alone in her room as I'd just seen all of her roommates downstairs. So I wasn't surprised to see her sitting in front of her mirror, examining her face, a hairbrush in her hand and a whole ton of makeup in front of her.

"You don't need all of that," I said, making her jump.

"Ginevra Molly Weasley, don't scare me like that!" she sounded slightly irritated, and started to pick up all the things spread in front of her. I came over to help.

"You really don't need all of this, though. He's already smitten with you."

"I know," she whispered. "I just...what if I don't like how I look?"

"I don't see why you wouldn't," I said, forgetting what I came here to talk about.

"I don't know. It seems I'm just not happy with what I have," she said, blushing.

"Referring to what, exactly?" I asked, smirking.

Hermione's blush deepened. "Oh, it's not important anyway. How was your day?"

"Michael kissed me," I said, as normally as I could.

Hermione took the hair and makeup things out of my hands and dropped them unceremoniously into her trunk. And then she grabbed my hands and led me to her bed. We sat cross-legged on it, facing each other, and she drew her curtains around us and cast a silencing charm.

"Really?" she asked, as if there wasn't a time gap between what I'd said and now.

"Would I say it if it wasn't true?" I said with a giggle.

"Was that your first kiss?"

"Yes."

"And how was it?" She had leaned closer and closer to me every time she said something.

"Well..." I started, and she didn't let me say anything else.

"Well? So it wasn't all you had hoped for?"

"Well, I wasn't entirely sure what to hope for. I mean, it was my first kiss. I don't know what they're supposed to be like." I could tell I was blushing by then, and I felt incredibly foolish.

"What did it feel like, though?"

"It was a bit awkward, I think it was his first, too."

"I see," she said skeptically.

"But it was very sweet," I said, as if trying to justify it, although I didn't know why. We were both silent for a minute. "What was your first kiss like, 'Mione?"

She looked shocked. "Who told you I kissed someone?"

I laughed. "Don't get so defensive," I said through my chuckling, "I just figured you had."

"Oh. Well, I have. But I don't really want to talk about it."

"Why? What happened?"

"Nothing," she said quietly, "and that's why I want to keep it to myself."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, obviously Viktor is very much more experienced in the way of kisses than I am." She was blushing furiously again.

"And?" I asked, a schoolgirlish curiosity taking over. She hid her face a little, obviously trying not to let me see her blushing.

"Well, he's very good at it, and it's nice to be kissing one of the most attractive boys in the world, but I don't ever feel anything. And I can't stop thinking, maybe it's my fault, for being so inept." She thought for a moment. "But I still want him to be my boyfriend. There really isn't anyone better out there."

"And you think trying to make yourself look prettier—which is damn near impossible, by the way, I don't know if you even realize that you're already beautiful—will make you feel something when Krum kisses you?"

She looked almost ashamed. "Oh, but this is so far beyond the point!"

I thought for a moment. What was the point again? Oh yes, Michael. "Well, it's just that it was my first kiss and all."

"Who ended it?"

"Um, well, Fred and George kind of interrupted, so..."

"Oh of course," she said with a laugh, "I don't think there will ever be a time that you won't be interrupted by at least one of your brothers, at least while you're at school."

"Yes, it's not likely, is it?"

We talked and laughed into the night, talking about boys mostly, Michael and Krum and Harry—because she did ask if Harry knew, and how he had reacted—and about my brothers, lingering on Ron a bit more than the others, and Hermione's face went a bright shade of red when his name came up. It was the girl time I needed on that occasion, with the sister I never had.

A/N: I smile every time I see that I've gotten a review, good or bad.