Kiss Me, I'm A Gryffindor

Ron was sitting under a tree next to Seamus and Dean. He was admiring a leaf that was about to be blown off of a twig by the steady breeze that traipsed along the grounds of Hogwarts. He tried desperately to keep his eyes open, but last night he had been awake all night, hanging out with his brother Charlie who was on the team of wizards bringing dragons to Hogwarts for the first task of the Triwizard Tournament.

"…No! Quidditch is played fifty feet in the air on broomsticks. You can't beat that!" Seamus argued.

"Football is much safer, and it involves more activity than Quidditch. Football is way better!" Dean retorted.

Ron was friendly with Dean and Seamus, but they argued about Quidditch and Football way too much for Ron's liking. He didn't even know what Football was, only that it was a Muggle sport, and Dean supported the team of West Ham United: he had posters plastered all over the boys' dormitory of the Muggles in awkward poses that never moved. Today their repetitive fight was getting on his nerves.

He wished that Hermione would spend more time with him than with Harry, but she had decided to believe Harry's stupid lie about not putting his name in the Goblet of Fire. Harry outdid Ron in everything: schoolwork, Quidditch, and now this. When Harry was chosen out of the Goblet of Fire to compete in the Triwizard Tournament, it was the straw that broke the camel's back. Ron refused to believe Harry didn't put his name into the Goblet, and because of this, the two former-best-friends had not been speaking to each other for weeks.

"Ron? Ron!" Dean said. Dean and Seamus were now standing, and they had already gathered their books and bags up in their arms. Ron snapped out of his thoughts.

"Sorry?"

"We're going to the Great Hall for lunch. Do you want to join us?" Seamus said.

"Uh, sure," Ron said. He shoved his Transfiguration essay and his quill into his book pack and stood up. He brushed the loose grass off of his pants.

When they got to the Great Hall, Ron was displeased to find Harry and Hermione already sitting at the end Gryffindor house table. Harry wasn't looking, but Hermione waved at him and even scooted over on the bench to make room for him. His heart skipped a beat or two, wanting desperately for things to go back to normal, but he shook this thought from his head and followed Seamus and Dean farther down the table to where Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were sitting.

Lee was in the middle of an animated story. Ron slid onto the bench and listened.

"After I sent the letter to my aunt Tabitha, I turned onto that little spiral staircase that leads to the Owlery, and guess who I ran into! Katie Bell. She said it was nice to see me there so early in the morning. I walked back to the Owlery with her and waited while she sent a letter to her mum. Then it just sort of happened!" Lee said excitedly.

"Nice!" Fred said giving Lee a high-five. George clapped Lee on the back appreciatively.

"Hear that little bro'?" George said winking at Ron.

"Yeah, sorry, what happened?" Ron asked.

"He kissed her you fool!" Fred said as if it was blatantly obvious—which, now that Ron thought about it, it was.

"Oh, right."

"Have you ever kissed a girl, Ickle Ronnie?" Fred asked maliciously.

"No, have you?" asked Ron. He prayed that at least one of the twins hadn't.

"First year!" they said proudly in unison. Ron groaned inwardly.

"What are you waiting for, Ron?" George asked. "That special someone? Because I'm sorry to tell you that Hermione sided with Harry in that argument you two had."

"I don't like Hermione!" Ron retorted angrily.

"Prove it," Fred said with a smirk on his face. "Kiss a girl. Right now."

"Might I recommend that fifth year, Cho Chang?" Lee asked.

There was no way that Lee would know about Harry's crush on Cho, but for some reason, the idea of Ron getting to Cho before Harry was appealing. He knew he would probably regret this later.

"Fine, I'll do it," Ron said. "But you owe me two Galleons each for this!"

"Isn't it enough reward when you and Cho get married and have five kids, each with three-letter names to match yours?" George asked seriously.

"Two. Galleons. Each." Ron annunciated each word.

"Fine," Fred, George, and Lee dove into their bags and each lay out their Galleons on the table. Ron reached for the money but his hand was slapped away.

"Not until you kiss her. Pucker up!"

Ron heaved a sigh and walked lethargically over to the Ravenclaw table—or what would be lethargy if his heart weren't threatening to explode from his chest. Cho, as usual, was amongst her giggly group of girlfriends.

"Cho, can I talk to you?" Ron asked tapping her on the shoulder.

"Yeah, um excuse me guys, one second."

She excused herself from the table and followed him to the side of the Great Hall. Ron looked over his shoulder and saw to his disappointment that Harry and Hermione had already left. He had hoped to make Harry jealous by kissing Cho.

"Is this about…" Cho started, but her voice drifted off when she saw how red Ron's face was. Ron glanced back toward Fred, George, and Lee who were looking back at him. Cho glanced over too. The three boys looked away immediately, so Cho didn't notice their staring.

"You look quite nervous, Ron. Is everything alright?" Cho asked.

"I was wondering about uh, er…Quidditch. How is being Ravenclaw Seeker going?" out of the corner of his eye, he noticed all of Cho's friends staring at her.

"There is no Quidditch this year, Ron," she said confusedly. "Are you sure that's what you wanted?"

"Oh right." Ron took several short breaths, but he couldn't hide the shade of Gryffindor-red his face seemed to be turning. He just had to do it. Cho was quite a bit taller than him actually, and he was tall for his age.

Before Ron could talk himself out of it, he stood on tiptoe and kissed Cho on the lips. He wondered how long his lips were supposed to stay there to count as a genuine 'first kiss'. He was saved the trouble when Cho shoved his chest, sending him backward to the floor and nearly knocking the wind out of him.

"What was that?" she asked quietly but angrily, so she wouldn't draw attention to herself. She seemed quite embarrassed as well. "You can't just do that to me! Without warning!"

"I'm sorry!" Ron cried miserably. "I'm so, so sorry! I didn't mean to!"

"It's alright," she said kindly, offering him a hand. Her face was bright red. "Next time, make sure the girl likes you before you start snogging her in public."

Cho flounced off to her friends who started into more fits of giggles, probably over him. Ron was on the verge of turning purple when he finally rejoined his brothers at the Gryffindor table.

"Pay up!" Ron said furiously. The boys all shoved their Galleons toward Ron.

"Rejected!" Fred said. "It happens to the best of us mate."

"Don't worry, only about a hundred people saw you two," George smirked.

"You son-of-a—"

"Watch your language, Weasley!" barked Professor McGonagall, who was standing right behind them.

"Ah yes, I remember now!" George laughed.

Alicia smacked him playfully on the chest: "Don't be mean to Ickle Ronnie!"

Harry pointedly looked at Ron, taking a sip of his drink: "I'm going to kill you!" His speech slurred a bit. "How many of my other girlfriends have you kissed?"

"What other girlfriends! You've only had two!" Ron yelled loudly. "If you're suggesting I'd snog my own sister, then you're sadly—"

"What about the part where you said you didn't even like Hermione?" Hermione said. Ron muttered something about how he loved her now, so that didn't matter.

"Honestly, I don't understand why Harry is so fussed about Ron kissing Cho Chang. From what I hear he's dating someone else now. Maybe I'm just crazy," Ginny stated loudly to no one in particular.

"Oh, stop it, Gin," Harry pleaded apologetically. "You know I love you." He tried to kiss her, but she turned in the opposite direction.

"Come on, Ginny!" Charlie laughed. "I know for a fact Harry wasn't your first kiss. Tell us."

"Yeah, when did you have your first kiss?" Ron asked. "When you were eight?"

"Ron, just because I didn't wait until fourth year to pluck up the nerve to kiss someone doesn't make me a hussy—"

"We want the whole story, Ginny!" Alicia urged Ginny. Ginny downed another sip of the spicy red liquid before she began.

A/N: Hey there! I hope you liked this chapter. Please leave a review; I appreciate all of them good, bad or in-between. Thanks for reading. I'll see you next time!

Sammie