A/N: This is the first in a series of fanfics which were written during a round robin fanfic writing session in Harry Potter Club. A round robin is when everybody writes a part of a fanfic and then passes what they have written to the next person who adds on to the story they have just received. Along with me, other authors participating in this event are bubblegumpinktonks, Laughing Luna, Snakesandlionsunite, our friend Anna, and the other Harry Potter club members. Enjoy!
Harry sat in the Gryffindor common room staring lazily out the window over the damp ground. It was raining as it had been all week. He looked up as a small red headed figure bounded thorough the portrait hole. Ginny skipped over to Harry and sat down next to him in the same chair.
"So how's life going?" Ginny asked.
"Oh, you know. Same old, same old," said Harry as he put his arm around her.
The fire in front of them crackled merrily as smoke from Hagrid's hut penetrated the deep the deep fog that had covered the grounds since the weekend before.
"Um… so, show is your life?" asked Harry to cheer up the awkward atmosphere.
"Well, nothing really… except that I almost punched Malfoy in the nose this morning."
"Well, er… that's great, I guess… he is a douch bag," she responded.
"Yeah…." Harry wasn't sure of what to say.
Suddenly, Ginny reached over to Harry and leaned in closer, drawing him nearer. Just as their lips met, Ron came bursting through the portrait hole.
"Oi, WTF mate!" he yelled.
Harry and Ginny split up and simultaneously held up the awkward turtle.
"What do you mean WTF? It's not like you've never seen people kiss before. We sure know you have had your fair share of common room snogging," Ginny rubbed in his face.
"Shut up," Ron muttered. "Where's Hermione?"
"In the library," Harry responded.
"Why is she always there? How am I every supposed to talk to her?" Ron asked.
"Ron…?" Ginny said slowly. Ron's face flushed red, and he started walking out of the Common Room.
"Got to go!" he shouted, running off.
"Now, where were we?" Ginny muttered. She pressed her lips against his again, and began to slide her hands under his shirt.
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Meanwhile, Ron was walking purposefully through the corridors on his way to the library. The pull that he felt towards Hermione was ever present. He paused before the library doors, uncertain if she should enter. His dilemma was resolved when she came bursting out the doors. She crashed right into him, and stumbled, about to fall. He caught her reflexively, and almost without thinking, kissed her deeply on the lips.