Never Been Kissed
Disclaimer: Don't own HP. If I did, I'd prolly be a british blonde..do you know her?
Summary: Hermione is 16 and has a secret. Harry is 17 and has a secret. How about a little snogging session to forget these secrets?
Heh.
You had fun, stop denying it..hey what are you typing?
The story, you idiot!
Hey! That idiot gave you your first kiss.
Lousy one!
Liar.
Heh.
Hey..you never told me that part...
Get away from the computer, Harry!
*** It was perhaps the burden that came onto their minds during classes, where they would sneak each other some looks and the other one would look away, embarrased. Hermione was trying her best to concentrate on her studies, but it was hard. Seeing Harry in a black sweater through his unbuttoned robe was hard enough, but just to think of him looking so sexy, she squirmed of thinking these thoughts.
And not only was resisting each other their only troubles, but Ronald Weasley kept Hermione very occupied indeed. Three times he had asked to meet her in various places such as the library, the common room or even a basement of an old tower. But he never showed up, and he made excuses, looking quite flustered when she had asked what it was about. Finally she had gotten so fed up that when he asked to meet her in the boy's dorm during lunch time, she promptly refused rudely.
"Hermione, but why not?" asked Ron, who was obviously clueless that he was getting on her damn last nerves.
"Why not? Why the hell not! I am not going to wait for you everytime and then end up being ditched, Ronald Weasley! Either you tell me what this is about or you'll wish you were never born!" Hermione snapped, her hair flinging around her shoulders, her hands roughly on her hips, trying a threat.
Ron looked dumbfounded and shocked by her expression but merely grabbed her arm toward the boy's dorm. She followed him, trying to keep up. He looked quite in a rush as he pushed her into her dorm.
"Yes?" asked Hermione sitting on her bed, trying not to squirm as she saw Harry in bed, still snoring in his sleep, so were the other boys, enjoying the beam of the morning sunlight through their windows, but Harry looked so adorable and peaceful that Hermione had a sudden urge to poke him awake and kiss him senseless.
She bit her lip, thinking of the tender way his lips had brushed against hers, so softly that her tongue and teeth waited patiently for more. He had been so rough, his hands could still be visible against her eyes. She gulped and shook her head.
"Hermione? Hermione!" a voice interuppted her thoughts.
Her head snapped up and she saw Ron, who was looking at her suspiciously.
"Um, yes, sorry, what?" she said, trying to keep her hands to her sides as she shivered.
"Well, I've been noticing something different about you..." Ron started and stopped as Hermione consumed his words thoughtfully.
"There- what are you talking about?" she said trying to sound innocent.
Ron didn't fall for it.
"Something between you and Harry." he said, his eyes squinted.
"Why, why on earth would you?" she didn't finish the sentence.
"You dozed off in Potion's class last week, Snape was pissed. And you were- well...moaning." said Ron, turning away his face turning beet red.
Hermione widened her eyes and sunk into the bed, and replied, "Well, I don't see how this is any of your buisness if there's something with me and Harry."
"The hell it is! You two are my friends. I have a right to know." he said crossly, looking at her for an answer. Her throat went dry.
And Harry, had awakened, listening intently for her answer.
***
Woah...sorry guys for the delay!!! I hope this is a long enough chapter. And I hope it didn't suck. I loved all of your reveiws, so leave another one.
Love you all, ~Courtney
Disclaimer: Don't own HP. If I did, I'd prolly be a british blonde..do you know her?
Summary: Hermione is 16 and has a secret. Harry is 17 and has a secret. How about a little snogging session to forget these secrets?
Heh.
You had fun, stop denying it..hey what are you typing?
The story, you idiot!
Hey! That idiot gave you your first kiss.
Lousy one!
Liar.
Heh.
Hey..you never told me that part...
Get away from the computer, Harry!
*** It was perhaps the burden that came onto their minds during classes, where they would sneak each other some looks and the other one would look away, embarrased. Hermione was trying her best to concentrate on her studies, but it was hard. Seeing Harry in a black sweater through his unbuttoned robe was hard enough, but just to think of him looking so sexy, she squirmed of thinking these thoughts.
And not only was resisting each other their only troubles, but Ronald Weasley kept Hermione very occupied indeed. Three times he had asked to meet her in various places such as the library, the common room or even a basement of an old tower. But he never showed up, and he made excuses, looking quite flustered when she had asked what it was about. Finally she had gotten so fed up that when he asked to meet her in the boy's dorm during lunch time, she promptly refused rudely.
"Hermione, but why not?" asked Ron, who was obviously clueless that he was getting on her damn last nerves.
"Why not? Why the hell not! I am not going to wait for you everytime and then end up being ditched, Ronald Weasley! Either you tell me what this is about or you'll wish you were never born!" Hermione snapped, her hair flinging around her shoulders, her hands roughly on her hips, trying a threat.
Ron looked dumbfounded and shocked by her expression but merely grabbed her arm toward the boy's dorm. She followed him, trying to keep up. He looked quite in a rush as he pushed her into her dorm.
"Yes?" asked Hermione sitting on her bed, trying not to squirm as she saw Harry in bed, still snoring in his sleep, so were the other boys, enjoying the beam of the morning sunlight through their windows, but Harry looked so adorable and peaceful that Hermione had a sudden urge to poke him awake and kiss him senseless.
She bit her lip, thinking of the tender way his lips had brushed against hers, so softly that her tongue and teeth waited patiently for more. He had been so rough, his hands could still be visible against her eyes. She gulped and shook her head.
"Hermione? Hermione!" a voice interuppted her thoughts.
Her head snapped up and she saw Ron, who was looking at her suspiciously.
"Um, yes, sorry, what?" she said, trying to keep her hands to her sides as she shivered.
"Well, I've been noticing something different about you..." Ron started and stopped as Hermione consumed his words thoughtfully.
"There- what are you talking about?" she said trying to sound innocent.
Ron didn't fall for it.
"Something between you and Harry." he said, his eyes squinted.
"Why, why on earth would you?" she didn't finish the sentence.
"You dozed off in Potion's class last week, Snape was pissed. And you were- well...moaning." said Ron, turning away his face turning beet red.
Hermione widened her eyes and sunk into the bed, and replied, "Well, I don't see how this is any of your buisness if there's something with me and Harry."
"The hell it is! You two are my friends. I have a right to know." he said crossly, looking at her for an answer. Her throat went dry.
And Harry, had awakened, listening intently for her answer.
***
Woah...sorry guys for the delay!!! I hope this is a long enough chapter. And I hope it didn't suck. I loved all of your reveiws, so leave another one.
Love you all, ~Courtney