.:The First Kiss:.

"Night Harry"
"Night Ron"
Ron clicked the lamp off and turned over. Harry pretended to be asleep until he was sure Ron was asleep. He slowly got out of bed, opened the door and shut it. He went down the steps, skipping the creaky one and went outside. He started walking towards the bench when he heard someone behind him.
"Who's there?" he said, his every sense on alert.
"Calm down, it's just me" Ginny's voice came, and he un-tensed as she walked beside him.
"Why are you out so late?" she asked.
"Can't sleep"
"Here's the bench." they sat down. There was an akward silence in which Harry licked his lips nervously many times.
"You were, uh, pretty quiet through dinner. Are you ok?" she asked, real concern glittering in her brown eyes.
"Yeah, well, no. I've been thinking about Sirius. If I hadn't been so stupid..."
"Harry, it wasn't your fault! If Sirius could've chosen any way to die it would have been protecting you!"
"Yeah, well..."
"I think it was very brave of you" for some odd reason, Harry smiled and had to force back a laugh.
"What's so funny?" she asked. He started laughing and so did she. But once again, there was a lull in the conversation.
"Harry. I, uh, well, you already know but, um, well..."
"What?" she took a deep breath
"Harry, I still like you." He looked at her for a moment. She would have been happy with an "I like you too" or even a smile, but she never could have bargained on what happened next. He leaned over and kissed her. She closed her eyes and he ran his fingers through her hair.
"Harry."
"Hmm?"
"That was my first kiss."
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I'm sorry this chapter was so short. It is sort of a prolouge, cause that kiss starts off a lot of other stuff. Please please reveiw.