Hermione's First Kiss
Summary: Hermione tells her boyfriend about her first kiss.
"What do you mean I'm not your first?!" Ron Weasley exclaimed, surprising the people around him. Hermione Granger just looked at her boyfriend with a blank expression on her face as she ate the bagel that was summoned in front of her. The two were eating in the grand hall of Hogwarts at the Gryffindor table. Although Ron already left Hogwarts to pursue his career as a Auror, Hermione returned to complete her seventh year. As today was the last day, Ron and Hermione decided to eat breakfast together before they travelled over to Harry's new home to celebrate her last day of school. Like any other couple, their time together led to a discussion about their love lives.
"Why is it so surprising to you that you're not my first kiss?" Hermione asked, ignoring the looks from the younger students. Ron's mouth stayed open for a moment before he closed it.
"I don't know. I just always thought that I was the first, you know?" Ron explained in a calm tone. Hermione just rolled her eyes before taking another bite out of her bagel.
"Are you sure that is all you need to eat?" Ron inquired. Hermione just nodded her head as she swallowed. A moment of comfortable silence passed between the two before Ron finally asked the important question.
"Did his lips taste nice?" he eloquently asked as Hermione took a sip of water. Immediately, Hermione spat her sip of water, slightly drenching Ron.
"Out of all the questions, you ask that?!" Hermione coughed out, wiping her mouth with the sleeve of her shirt.
"I was just curious," Ron replied, shrugging his shoulders. Hermione just smacked her forehead before muttering some incoherent words. An amused expression appeared on Ron's face as his girlfriend of one year glared at him.
"If you want to know, Viktor's lips did taste nice," Hermione smirked as the amused expression fell off Ron's face.
"Viktor as in Viktor Krum!" Ron exclaimed, grabbing the attention of even more juniors. Hermione just nodded her head in confirmation.
"When did this happen?" Ron responded, clearly shocked.
"Once again, I don't know why you're surprised, Ron. I went to the Yuleball with him, which is by the way when it happened. I think it was around the time Harry and you were being chastised by Padma and Pavarti for not dancing with them," Hermione started her answer.
The Yuleball, Four Years Ago
Dancing in Hogwart's largest hall, Hermione and Viktor were just finishing their dance to the harmonious music. As it ended, Viktor pulled Hermione closer to himself, making their faces only mere centimeters apart. The two could each other's heavy breathing as their beats of their hearts seemed to synchronize into one.
"You are very elegant ven you dance, Hermy-own-ninny," Viktor complimented, loosening his grip on Hermione's hands. Hermione's cheeks flushed in acknowledgement of the compliment. The two stared into each other's eyes, just enjoying the quiet moment. Then, another song - a waltz - started. Everyone around them took up their dancing positions.
"Are you ready for another round?" Viktor asked. Hermione opened her mouth to respond, but her eyes noticed something. Next to the table of food, a group of fangirls were glaring at her with a cup of punch in their hands. The unbridled hatred in their eyes startled Hermione, which was apparent to Viktor.
"Vat is vong?" Viktor responded, sounding worried, before he turned his head to see the girls. Understanding flashed through his mind before he tightened his grip on Hermione's hand.
"Follow me," he told her before leading her off the dance-floor. Hermione was shocked at Viktor's assertiveness as he lead her out of the hall and into an empty classroom nearby.
"Why are we in here?" Hermione immediately asked as Viktor closed the door behind them.
"I thought you vould be more comfortable avay from the fangirls. From past experience, they vill leave the area to search for me, then we can continue our dance," Viktor explained, looking back at Hermione. Hermione looked at Viktor surprised before smiling sweetly at him.
"Thank you," Hermione responded, making Viktor blush. The two stood in an awkward silence in the classroom.
"Are you enjoying the Yuleball so far?" Viktor asked, breaking the silence.
"Oh, yes," Hermione answered very quickly. "Are you?"
"Of course, why vouldn't I be enjoying the Yuleball with a beautiful girl such as yourself?" Viktor responded, making Hermione blush again. Viktor then walked up closer to Hermione, who didn't reject his advances. Soon, the two could feel each other's breaths once again.
"Do you think the fangirls are gone yet?" Hermione quietly inquired, her sweet perfume wafting into Viktor's nostrils.
"Not yet," Viktor answered, his masculine scent flooding Hermione's senses.
"How much longer then?" Hermoine asked, her heartbeat quickening a bit. Her eyes met Viktor's and she couldn't help, but feel something akin to affection and lust blossoming in her heart. By the way Viktor was looking at her, she too could tell that the very same emotions was blossoming within him.
"After this," was all Viktor whispered before he leaned and claimed Hermione's lips with his. Merlin knows how long the kiss lasted, but to both Viktor and Hermione, it felt like an eternity. There was no fancy movements like tongue-on-tongue or a struggle for domination. It was just a pure simple kiss. Then, the two separated, breathing heavily for air.
"That was," Hermione spoke before Viktor placed a finger on her lips.
"Let us return to the dance," Viktor stated before grabbing her hand and leading her back to the hall. As Viktor stated, the fangirls were gone.
"Vould you believe it, but it seems another song has just started," Viktor smiled at Hermione, who smiled back at him. Like the other couples, the two took up their dancing stances. As the two danced, Hermione couldn't help, but enjoy the tingling in her lips and she knew who to thank for that. Off to the distance, an uncomfortable Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were being yelled at by the Patil twins, unaware of what just happened to their best friend.
Back to the present
"Wow, that was surprising," Ron commented, clearly surprised by the story.
"Well, what did you expect?" Hermione replied, wiping her mouth with a napkin.
"I don't know. It's just with the way our lives have been, I expected your first kiss to be all like dramatic and really awkward," Ron answered.
"So just like our first kiss," Hermione deadpanned, standing up.
"Yeah," Ron agreed, standing up as well. Hermione just rolled her eyes at the ridiculousness of her boyfriend before the two walked out of the hall. As they transversed through the halls of Hogwarts, Hermione couldn't help, but notice the frown on Ron's face.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked Ron as they entered the Hogwarts courtyard.
"I know this is stupid, but I just can't help, but wonder," Ron replied before looking at Hermione straight in the eyes. "Is it possible that I wasn't your first lover?" Hermione just looked at Ron before laughing in amusement.
"What's so funny? This is a genuine concern," Ron responded, sounding hurt.
"Of course, you're my first, you idiot," Hermione managed to stop laughing before kissing Ron's cheek. "No matter what, you will always will be my first no matter who my first kiss was."
"Just making sure," Ron grinned before grabbing onto Hermione's hand. "Now then, let's head over to Harry's, so we can finally celebrate your graduation."
A/N: I hope everyone enjoyed the story. All rights belong to J.K Rowling.
This is for the Quidditch League Season 5 Round 8: The Wonderful World of Head Canons. Head Canon used was [Keeper, LillyCaia, Puddlemere United]-[Ron was not Hermione's first]. Prompts used were the word, elegant, food, bagel, and word, possible.
Amount of Words: 1,255
