I was just about to stop writing. But I promised myself that if I had one review I would keep going. So thanks a lot for you review aliceghost, I really had the "no anonymous reviews" button selected by accident. Newbie stuff.

I know I said I would finish this fic in one week, but now classes started so I don't know how long I'm going to take. I'll do my best. Reviews really inspire me, more then I though it would.

This chapter is indeed romantic. I hope you enjoy it.


Lost kisses


Getting to the common room Ginny and Harry saw Hermione studying near the fireplace with Ron by her side. They approached them, as soon as Hermione noted she got on her feet looking hard to Harry, he looked down, Ginny pushed him to go forward, and they sated next to Ron.

"She didn't forgot Harry…and you shouldn't expect lest from her." Ron said pretending he was passing a page. "She's talking more about this detention and what an ass you were then her N.E.W.T.s test".

"More than the N.E.W.T.s?" Harry said scared.

"Much more." Ron told him with a scared look too. "You were an ass indeed, my I say"

"Yes you were…" interviewed Ginny. "But you can make out with her tonight, you're having your detentions together, right?"

Ron shivered, but no one noted. Blaise, he would spend the night with her, alone. He has tried not to thing about that, not thing about her, but it was inevitable. She had him in her hands, and he kept punishing himself for being glade, glade that he was going to see her all this week

"Polish the silver in the trophy room isn't really romantic you know…" Harry said without thinking.

"Romantic?" Ginny and Ron said surprised. "Since when you and Hermione…" Ginny started.

"I said too much. Just…just forget about it please…" Harry left the common room.

Both of them didn't care, and kept their thoughts in their minds.

The night was coming. And Ginny couldn't stop her heart from beating so hard. She kept herself thinking about his warm breathe in her neck, his almost white, blonde hair falling in his eyes and especially his intimidating gray look. He was so beautiful that she couldn't look at him for long. "He's a bloody Malfoy…A disgusting thing…and he's nothing…nothing…but…that." She forced herself to think, but it was only words echoing in her mind without meaning.

"But you're the one who hit him with a bludger" she thought more carefully. How she would stand him after what she did? Looking to the Quidditch Pinch by the window she remembered all the moments of her terrible first game.

"Ginny…dinner time…let's go" Ron said with a low voice, like he was also with his mind far. He stood up, and she nodded.

Harry and Hermione were sited down eating quietly without looking to each other, fixing their eyes in the plate but their minds were burning thinking about anything to start talking to each other again.

"You will eat this cookie?" Harry started with a trembling voice. Wasn't exactly the cutest thing to say, but maybe it would do.

"No Harry…take it…" She said a little uncomfortable.

"Great!" Harry thought, "Now she's more strange and uncomfortable then even…Amazing Potter, amazing…now what? That can you say?"

"Thanks…" He said finally, taking the cookie, without looking at her, he couldn't stand look at her brown eyes.

"You're welcome…" She said drinking her juice. Trying to look natural.

"Come on! What kind of shit is this?" Hermione looked up hoping to be Harry who said that, but no, it was Ron, so she just looked down, disappointed.

"Hi Ron" Harry said with a cold we-fought-what-you-expected-? look

"Sorry…" Ron said doing that weird gesticulation thing that he normally did.

"I see you soon Hermione." Harry said and stood up "I'll be waiting you in the trophy room" it was a cold distant voice. No like Harry's voice at all. Hermione felt her skin shiver when she heard her name pronounced like that by Harry.

"Ahh…I should be going too, you know, detention…whatever, bye" Ginny felt the strange air that fulfilled that table and preferred just to stay away, not knowing where she would go.

Ron and Hermione stood quiet thinking in other things not really caring for each other.
Ginny kept walking fast, looking down. In despair she started running, crying silence tears. No one saw her because no one was in her way, and if there was she couldn't tell. She couldn't stop thinking in that game, in bludgers, in her quidditch trainings, and especially, Malfoy. All her thoughts were mixed, like a brainstorm eating her heart. All dose feeling was a torture.

Suddenly she stopped, looking around she noted. She was in the library. It was dark and cold. "Take the dust right? Maybe if I start this now I won't see Malfoy" that made a lot of reason in her mind but she didn't want to spend lest time with him, even denying this.

"Miss me?" Draco whispered in her heir, and she shivered like the other time. He noted, and did a cold superior smile. "I didn't expected you so soon" he said.

"Disappointed Malfoy?" Ginny said taking a book to start the taking the dust thing.

"Not at all, Weasley." He said and she made a questioning look. "We'll finish this faster. And I'll have to spend last time with you." He said not being completely honest.

"Sure Malfoy." She said trying to hide her disappointed voice.
Hermione was the first to stood up; Ron looked at her for a while, and thought how things were easier when he had a crush for Hermione. He made a little sad smile.

"Things change, don't they, Hermione?" Ron said feeling all the sorrow in his heart.

"They change Ron, more then they should." She blinked and made a sad smile. "I'm going".

She started walking, passing without note anyone. All dose people, she knew then for so long, and now they seemed so far, like they weren't part of her life anymore. She kept her mint in Harry, he was wrong all right but she couldn't let things like that.

Walking without note, she saw that she was already in the trophy room; it was dark with a shimmering moonlight coming throw. She saw Harry, in his knees, cleaning a trophy with a distance look, his face was wed and unreadable. Sawing him like that needing her made her want to try and forget all about anything.

"Hi Harry…are you alone here for too long?" she tried to be nice.

"Maybe" he though a long breathe. "Honestly, I don't know." He forced a smile.

"You know what Harry? I'm tired! That's going on between us?" She started crying.

"What's going on between us? Wish I knew." He said in despair, getting in his foots, drawling closer. When he noted he was holding her in his arms, hugging her tide.

"This isn't just about the detention and our little fight is it Mione?" Harry said.

She seemed relived to hear Harry's voice sounding like his own voice again. "No Harry, I don't think is just about that." She looked up, looking at him in the eyes. She never saw him looking at her like that; his eyes were wed but with some shine admiration, a comfortable and relieved look. He closed his eyes and her heart started beating hard.
Ron saw Hermione going, vanishing in the crowd. It was time, so he walked fast, trying to find anger in the mix of his feelings. He wouldn't let her use him again. He was burning inside, kill her wouldn't be a bad idea. But he stopped in the middle of the Quidditch Pitch, crying in despair, all he wanted was her soft leaps touching his own again. He heard a sound. He knew, was Blaise.

She stepped closer and closer, graphed him by his neck and kissed him hard, lying down with him in the floor. All his veins pouted harder, her lips were warm, fulfilling his mouth with fast little kisses, he couldn't control him hands drawling her closer. She was wearing a black little blouse; he started to take it of.

"Oh, Ron" she said in a gasp. And he came to him mind again, she used him again, and he didn't care, wanting more. "Let's go inside the brooms closet". She pulled him up.
He looked at her. The little Weasley sister, she has grow, he couldn't look at her at the same away. Her sweet delicate moves, taking book by book with a concentrate look, her wild hair falling in her eyes, and she made some short moves to take her hair away.

"I'm really sorry Malfoy. For the bludger…" she said and he looked strait to her eyes, so she looked down. "You know."

"I know you didn't mean it" he said with a polite smile. "But should."

"Why?" she made a strange face to him. Then she thought, "Of course I should, he's a Malfoy."

"If you think I haven't give you reasons enough I'll work harder." He stopped staring her. But then, he looked at her again. "Were you crying Weasley?"

"I'm not my brother you know?" Ginny screamed at him.

"Yeah, I know" he said with a cold voice. "But that…" he made a smile and looked deeper at her. "Doesn't answer my question."

"Not of your business Malfoy" she said without knowing what else to say.

"Yes you did." He moved forward to her, moving one hand in her face, she blinked. He made some slid moves with his fingers. "Certainly you cried."

"Like you care. Malfoy" she said in a rude tone.

He made a smile "You're not denying it, Weasley."

"I'm…not…my…brother…Malfoy!" she said with anger in her voice.

"Does it bother you Weasley, calling you Weasley, like I call your brother? Oh sorry, Weasley" he loved to tease her. She became red, and her mouth made some moves, like she was going to say something but she couldn't find the words.

"Don't push me Malfoy" She though a long hard breathe. "Don't"

"But I love it" he made a funny voice.

"Don't push me or I'll..." she started, but he interrupted her. "You'll what? Hit me with a bludger again?"

She start laughing. She was laughing of herself, he made her so angry that it was funny.

"What you're laughing at?" he looked a little insecure now, that was indeed inspected.

"Of this…I barely know you, and I suppose to hate you, for all you did to my family, and all dose I love. But thinking again, what you did indeed? You just tease them, like you're teasing me now. You're not a bad, horrible guy…you just tease people."

He opened his mouth twice, but he couldn't find the words that was bizarre, he always had an answer for anything. He felt strange, she was saying the true, he just teased people, like a little spoiled boy.

"You tease people like a spoiled little boy." She said smiling.

She let him without words and now she was reading his mind? He opened his mouth again and didn't say a thing. She noted and laughed harder.

"It's enough for today." She made a ironic did-I-bothered-you-? look. He was red and he just said. "It's late." He moved away from the library, without looking back. "Humiliating…just humiliating", he thought.
Hermione moved forward, and she felt all pieces of Harry's body touching her own body. She closed her eyes. She felt his hand softly against her neck, his warm breath closer then even. He's soap smell taking over her mind, and when she couldn't think of anything else she felted his mouth against her, kissing her softly, as she thought it would be.

They made little smiles between each kiss, his hands against her back, moving softly. Throwing his tongue sweetly in her mouth. She took one of her hands in his neck, she felt his pulse hard in her hand.

"I, I…" Harry started.

"I know Harry" she interrupted him with her hand in his mouth, she could feel how warm and wet his mouth was, she shivered, and kissed him harder, moving him against the wall. Without note she was crying, happy tears, and so was he.

They heard a noise, and stopped suddenly. Looking around they saw her, Mrs. Norris, that boring cat.

"Filch! She will tell him." Harry said worried.

"Let's run away them!" she said with shining eyes. He looked at her with a curious look, that wasn't something Hermione would say.

"Come on silly!" she grabbed him by the arm and they started running.

They run to the Gryffindor Tower. Got in the common room laughing hard.

"Shiii" Hermione said trying to hide her smiles with her hands. "Let's go sleep!" she whispered in his ears.

"Can I go with you?" He whispered in hers.

She gave him a funny look. "Not so fast, Harry Potter"

"I see you tomorrow them" he said with a calm warm voice, smiling. For now on he could only smile.

"Yes, tomorrow" she gave him a soft kiss, smiled and moved to the girl dormitory. He stood there, admiring her.
They got to the brooms closet, it was dark and dirt in there. She didn't stopped kissing him, pushing him against her. He let his hands move freely in her body. She looked strait in his eyes, looking at her piercing green dark eyes that close, he started looking for some love in them, and he find it, in the deep of her eyes, he felled, she loved him.

"You love me" he said stopping her kisses. First she looked surprised, and made an uncomfortable smile. But then she recovered all her slytherin arrogant tone.

"Love you, Weasley?" She made a snob glare. "Who do you think you are?" she moved closer pressing him against some brooms, she whispered in his left ear "I'm just…having…fun…" He felt his blood rush in his veins but this time for anger. He pulled her away.

Surprised, she got on her foot, that was so not Ron. She opened her mouth, but he rush of the closet, slamming the door in her face.
It was a full moon night. The wind was cold, howling in despair. He's hair moved wildly. He was all in black, with a bag in one hand and a little kettle in the other, moving forward quietly. He got in the Forbidden forest, and there it was, yew, that was an ordinary thing in the forest, he inclined down and grabbed a branch. He looked around for a while, "where was it?" he thought, his heartbeat going faster, he knew that the centaurs would fell him, sooner or latter. He stepped in something, looking down there it was, fluxweed, it has grow in time. He sighed relived, and picked down.

He got out the forest, what wasn't exactly the most secure place. He sited next to the Whomping Willow, not that close of course, it didn't even noted him. "So far, so good" he thought, trying to calm down. There was wormwood, jobberknoll feathers, dead cockroach, ashwinder eggs among other things in his bag, he took the wormwood and cut it in little peaces, hold some and dropped in the kettle, "Jobberknoll feathers now" he said trying to remember. "Yes, that's it". He took two and dropped. It was bizarre; the wormwood pieces and the feathers mixed and became an orange liquid.

He dropped three yew's branches in the kittle, squished the fluxweed, and a gray liquid came out of it. Suddenly he herd a noise, something moving in the forest, he stood up very fast, and dashed with the kettle, the liquid followed in the grass and he herd a burning sound, quickly he took the bag and the kittle and started running as fast as he could.
I hope you liked. It was indeed romantic as I said. And this guy in the forest, he will be reveled but not for now. Try to find out I'm leaving the clues.

Next chapter: The effect this potion caused, and the effect of those detentions. And of course more interesting detentions.

One little thing: I normally write listening to music so; every couple has a song right? I get inspired by some songs and though about the couple's songs. Harry/Hermione – Try, Nelly Furtado; Draco/Ginny – Iris, Goo goo dolls; Ron/Blaise – Beautiful, Christina Aguilera (I don't know about this one, it's too soft, you know?). I heard a lot of stuff like zombie, cranberries in the "sad running Ginny" part. So, if you agree with these songs or want to suggest something let me know. Thanks, bye.