A/N: updated without the mess! Thank you breanie for letting me know!
"What does that even mean?" Harry yelps, tossing the copy of Witch Weekly hard enough it nearly sends the remaining stack sliding from the table.
Ron sniffs, an excellent impression of Hermione, and re-sets the stack. "If you'd taken the time to read the article, you'd know that snogaliscious is a new title 'celebrities' in the Wizarding world can earn."
"Based on?" Harry grumbles, "Can't be user references."
"Oi! I'm truly snogaliscious."
"I mean - "
"If Hermione and I were polled, you'd have a total of four reviews between you," Ginny finishes, pulling another bite from the pastry she bought to 'share' with Harry. So far, he's tasted a bit of the powdered sugar when she smacked a kiss on his lips.
"Hey I beat Ron - I have three after the mistletoe incident with Bill last Christmas."
Ron flicks Harry off. "You're just jealous I'm number two and you're fourth."
"Can't believe Sirius beat me posthumously," Harry scoffs. Though the idea is odd, and perhaps (definitely) in bad taste, Harry can't help but smile at how much fun Sirius would be having at his expense for the whole thing. The pang in his chest is lightened by the thought of his godfather's laughter.
"Neville only won because of the Hannah Abbott incident," Ron mutters around a mouthful of frothed milk.
Hermione returns with her macchiato and slants a look at Ron. "Is he still moaning about Neville kissing his girlfriend?"
"Tonsil hockey!"
Ginny snorts and Harry shakes his head, "Ron. Sixth Year. I had to bleach my brain."