THE FLUFFIEST CHAPTER IN THE WHOLE STORY! AND HALF THIS STUFF WOULD NEVER HAPPEN IN REAL LIFE! WAIT, ALL OF THIS STUFF IS FAKE! I FORGOT AGAIN!

"Cool!" Harry exclaimed. "That's awesome, Professor." He looked around for Professor McGonagall, but she seemed to have disappeared.

Hermione walked over to Lauren and Brian and shouted loudly. "Please stop; this is no place for a boxing match!"

They stopped and sat side by side, panting. "Honestly, Hermione," Lauren said, "we weren't boxing; we were wrestling."

"Whatever it is. I'm going to go to sleep now. Good night." Hermione walked up the stairs to her dorm and shut its door loudly. Harry, Lauren, and Brian were once more the only people in the common room.

Harry sat on the floor next to Lauren, who leaned her head on his shoulder and sighed. She held his hand. Harry's heart nearly melted.

"Now that she's gone, we can continue our conversation," Brian said, smiling.

"What else do you have to know, Bri? Exactly how long each kiss was?" Lauren asked.

Before Brian could reply, Ginny and Jared climbed back into the common room holding hands. Seeing the duo, Lauren lifted her head and pulled her hand out of Harry's. Ginny and Jared pulled their own hands apart quickly.

"I think I ate too much!" Ginny exclaimed. "Well, I'm going to go to bed. Good night everyone."

Jared walked with her up to the stairways. Harry and Brian turned their heads and looked at the fireplace. Upon hearing two sets of footsteps going in different directions, they looked at Lauren.

"That was so cute!" Lauren sighed.

"What?" Brian asked.

"Jared just kissed her good night and they both went to their own dorms."

"What's so cute about that?"

"Nothing. It just was. I never had a guy kiss me good night in Etines."

"That's because there were teachers everywhere."

"True. The only place you could kiss was that one closet next to the entrance hall."

"Laur! You went in there?"

"Yeah, with Brad and Tom and Jeremy. Josh was freaked (he was totally claustrophobic) and Timmy moved before I could mention it."

Harry was listening carefully. Were all those guys Lauren had just named her previous boyfriends? He didn't want to know.

"Never had a kiss good night, Lauren?" Harry asked.

"Nope. Don't know what I was missing." Harry could tell she was egging him on to do it, so he replied quickly.

"Then I'll be another first."

"Another first?" she asked, puzzled.

"Yeah; you're first English boyfriend and your first good night kiss."

Lauren smiled. "Really?"

Harry tucked Lauren's hair behind one ear. "Yeah," he whispered into her ear. Then, he kissed her lips softly, shutting his eyes. She kissed him back. Lauren wrapped her arms around Harry's neck. Opening his eyes, Harry was suddenly aware of Brian staring at him. Gently, he pushed Lauren away.

"Oh! Sorry you had to see that, Bri," Lauren said, noticing Brian again.

"That's…er…okay."

Harry said, "It's stifling in here. I was warm before, but now I'm burning." he unbuckled his robe and let it hang open.

"It is hot. Must be the fire," Brian agreed. He let his robe hang open as well.

"I'm not just hot," Lauren said, "I'm hot enough to take off my robe!" A few moments later, she added, "I like your shirt, Harry."

Harry looked down. He was wearing his red Abercrombie & Fitch rugby shirt, one of the many Aunt Petunia had surprisingly bought him for his birthday. "Thanks. I got it for my birthday."

"It's cute. I didn't know there were Abercrombies here."

"Well, there are. Where they are, I have no clue."

Lauren giggled.

"I like your shirt too, Lauren," Harry said. He read what it said: Too much princess for one boy to handle. Frankly, Harry had no clue at what it meant. That didn't matter, though.

A moment later, Brian said, "I guess it's my turn to go to bed. See ya tomorrow, Harry." And for good measure, he added as he stood up, "Don't stay up too long, now, you two lovebirds!" Lauren socked his arm as he left.

Glancing at his watch, Harry realized that it was almost twelve-thirty. "You wanna stay up?"

"Nah. I think I have to get a little beauty sleep." She fluffed her hair and smiled.

"Okay."

Lauren picked up her robe from the floor next to her and stood up. Harry stood along with her and put his arm around Lauren's waist. He walked Lauren to the stairs. They stopped and Harry put down his arm. "You still want that good night kiss?" he asked.

"If you still wanna gimme one."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I dunno, do you?"

"No, but I do know one thing."

"What?"

"This." Harry put both his arms around Lauren's waist and kissed her. Lauren's robe fell to the floor. She put her arms under Harry's and kissed him back, pulling him so close that the only thing between them was the cloth from their shirts. Harry felt overwhelmed immediately; their bodies were almost too close for comfort, but he felt remarkably relaxed and contented.

Harry felt Lauren's hands moving around like crazy. Harry, however, kept his hands rather still - compared to Lauren's - and moved arms only to bend them and place his hands on Lauren's back. He felt Lauren clutch him harder and closer, her kiss exactly like her grip. Suddenly, she stopped flying her hands around and put them on Harry's shoulders. She took her index finger and slowly ran it along Harry's jawbone, ending at his chin and going straight down from there: down his neck and down his chest.

Without realizing it, Harry and Lauren stood in front of the stairs kissing for ten minutes in the dark near the steps, for the fire didn't quite reach where they were standing.
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