Disclaimer: I would be dressing a whole heck of a lot cuter if I owned HP and his fantastic world. However, Mrs. JK Rowling has the sick privilege of buying a matching handbag for every pair of very expensive shoes she owns. It's not easy being green...

A/N: I tried my hand at stories and I just have permanent writers block so I though I would try some short little ficletts. And... Yes! I must say this story is based on actual events in which I took part.

Fun little Ficletts

I WIN!

Ginny had Harry fixed with a very dirty stare that he could feel burning into the back of his neck from across the common room. He knew she wasn't mad at him, she was just getting her game face ready for when the common room cleared out.

He plastered on his best smirk and swaggered over, sitting down very close to her on the overstuffed loveseat closest to the fire.

Harry very nonchalantly wrapped his arm around the redhead's shoulders, leaned over and whispered in her ear, "You know you're going down, right?"

"Bah!" was all that his girlfriend had to say.

Slowly the common room began to clear until only Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione were left.

"It's not a good idea for me to play tonight. I have a cold." Hermione said while the other three grimaced. "Me and Ron will be the referees."

Ron nodded and grabbed his wand, casting a Cushioning Charm on the floor and walls. "Player Black on the west couch! Player Red on the East couch!"

Staring each other down, Harry and Ginny walked to their appropriate couches, climbed up, and stood on the middle cushion, each taking a Sumo-like stance.

Ron stood between the two couches with his hands behind his back, looking back and forth between his baby sister and best friend. He cleared his throat importantly and began to speak as if reciting text.

"The object of this game is to kiss the other person's nose first. Whoever does so, wins. My I entreat you both to NOT play fairly and to please abide by our one and only rule: Do not mortally wound or kill your opponent."

Both Harry and Ginny nodded without breaking eye contact.

Hermione and Ron quickly retreated to a corner of the Common Room, preparing to move, as there were no out-of-bounds. Ron called "on your mark... get set... GO!"

The game was on. Both Harry and Ginny took flying leaps off their couches, landing only inches from each other.


The game was really just a wrestling match with the ultimate goal of kissing the other persons nose. When the feelings in the group had still been plutonic, the object of the game was to pull off the other person's socks and all four had been able to play then. After dating for a few months, Harry and Ginny came up with this version.

The four actually found it to be a great outlet for their stress after long days of lessons, Quidditch, and thinking too much about He-Who-Must-Always-Be-Hyphenated.

The girls generally won, but when the boys did win, they acted as if they were the Grand Champions of nose kissing.


Ginny and Harry began to wrestle. They ran away and after each other at random times, cornering and ducking, tickling and pinching. This was not a game to play fairly. You had to kiss that nose and use any means to do it.

After ten minutes of the game, the two were exhausted. Harry, however, had Ginny pinned between himself and the wall, holding her arms down so she couldn't cheap shot him. He bent in for the kiss and Ginny waited as he got closer and closer. When his lips were almost to her nose, Ginny opened her mouth and blew as hard as she could, up into Harry's face, causing him to stop. Ginny swiftly stood on her tiptoes and pecked Harry on the tip of his nose.

"I win" she said.