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?
You were a little asshole
...
But your MY little asshole
*grin*
***
It was as if Hermione had been crying for years, yet it was really seconds. Everything seemed still, the embarrasment and pain striking against her. Of course, she thought rather bitterly. How could great Harry Potter like her? Who would like her? How could she let her stupidity let her catch on some stupid teenage hormone infatuation? She shouldn't have kissed Harry, she shouldn't have wanted him, or lov- liked him as she did. But she couldn't help it.
They had been best friends for years, and she couldn't ignore the fact that whenever she whispered in his ear, her lips caught on his flesh, or when they made any contact, it felt as if her veins were popping out. Ron and everyone else had tried to get them together, and now it turned on to Ron who hit on her. Things were going too confusing. Why did she have to want Harry anyway? There were plenty of other attractive guys around. Sure, not all of them were sensitive, and brave, and caring and sweet and funny like Harry, but that was what dating was all about right? To have fun.
Then how come she had the feeling she was falling in love?
***
He grinded his teeth as he walked up the stairs. He couldn't let her go like that. He wouldn't. He would plead and presist for years, she had to talk to him sometime. How could just one sentence ruin his life like this? He dragged his feet up the stairs and entered the girl's dorm. He heard slight weeping and felt a weird pang in his heart. He didn't want to feel this way, but Hermione huddled up like that in vurnable despair was too much to bare; sighing silently, he locked the door behind him as he walked away.
***
The next morning, Hermione woke up, warily dressing. She didn't want to face anybody today; especially Harry. And she had missed a whole day of school. She looked in the mirror and groaned. Her puffy eyes were visible, and her lips so chapped that a patch of dried skin hung from corners. Her nose was smudged up with snot because of the runny nose she got from crying, and she felt so dirty.
Feeling as if she might cry again, she hurriedly took out products from her drawer. She looked at the muggle items, she had never used makeup in her life. Well, there's a first time for everything, she thought to herself, and had to stop herself from thinking about her first kiss with Harry. After endless minutes trying to cover up her horrid face, she finally gave up and faced herself in the mirror.
It didn't look too bad, but the red puffy eyes hadn't completely covered up everything. Brushing her hair quickly and putting it into a messy ponytail as usual, she stomped downstairs; ready to face insanity.
***
The day started out okay; nobody made a comment to her, but Harry was nowhere to be seen. What pained her most were the banners of the Winter Dance coming up. Everyone pointed and leered at the words, chatting endlessly about who their dates would be, the boys they liked, and what kind of slutty dresses they should wear.
Bittersweet as Hermione was, she couldn't help but envy the girls who had been kissing their boyfriends, leaning against the doors. Trying to ignore everything that stayed in her path, she moved down the halls unnoticed and suddenly stopped to gape at what she saw.
...
There, was Pavarti Patil, dressed like a whore as usual, even more than yesterday. Her cleavage was lurched up with a tight gray blouse that hardly covered above her stomach, and it's straps kept falling off, leaving everyone a chance to see her bra. Hermione bit from screaming. Pavarti's robe was hung around her shoulder; not used for anything, and she wore sandals and her usual mini skirt.
She was leaning over, smiling at someone.
And not just anyone.
Harry James Potter.
***
"The Winter Ball is such a drag, don't you think? Having to choose between so many dates huh? Well maybe I thought since we were such adored people, we could, you know go together to save us some time?" Pavarti chattered, trapping Harry against the wall. He felt all eyes on them as she talked to him; and he gulped as he saw an outraged Hermione spotting them.
God, Pavarti shut the fuck up. What kind of Gryffindor are you? And what the hell is wrong with your breath? God, don't you use toothpaste? Harry thought, trying to ignore the foul air that escaped from Pavarti's lips.
He thought of Hermione's lips, how soft they looked but how harsh and rough and wild they could be. He felt a pang in his heart as he saw her stepping away slowly from them; he could even see shining water pouring against her eyes, waiting to get out.
Kiss me out of the bearded barley
nightly beside the green green grass
swing swing swing the spinning step
you wear those shoes and i will wear that dress
"Sorry Pavarti." he said loudly so everyone could catch the words he was saying. A leap escaped his heart as he saw Hermione pause and turn around to see what he had to say. "I've already got a girlfriend." he finally said. Everyone silenced and looked at him strangely. He grinned at Hermione and stepped toward her and she widened her eyes in surprise.
Lift your open hand
strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
silver moon's sparkling
He took her hand gently, and Hermione felt sparks go through her as he got on his knee, like a slave. Blushing, she pulled away from him, grinning embarrasedly.
He grabbed her hand again and reached for one of the emerald green earring that she was wearing. It had ball shaped little green gems all around it's circled gold.
He smiled and put it on her finger forcefully. She cringed at the tightness and blushed even more, the red exploding throughout her entire face.
He examined her more closely. Her thin welcoming lips were invited to the world of shining lip gloss that sparkled throughout the known softness- Harry's heart gave a leap- her face was more whiter, and her cute nose and cheeks were tinged with red coloring- she looked so adorable.
He felt himself melting as he took her hand once again;
"Hermione, will you go to the Winter Ball with me?" he asked.
She let out a laugh, and nodded sheepishly. He pulled her into a hug, sending tingles to each of their spines.
They collapsed in their embrace, and Harry pulled her chin foward and let his lips brush against hers. She shivered slightly, and returned it softly.
People gasped, hooted, and cheered. Pavarti and Ron stood there, looking in surprise.
Harry turned to Pavarti.
"Here." he said handing her something. Trying to look flattered, Pavarti opened her hand and it revealed a pack of winterfresh gum.
Both Hermione and Harry burst into laughter. Pavarti sneered.
"And here." Hermione offered to Ron. He looked at it eagerly and looked startled as he clutched a pack of tic-tacs.
Everyone watched them, smiling.
"Shall we go up to bed?" asked Harry suggestively.
"Of course. Now we'll work on getting rid of your secret." she said.
He looked surprised and let out a foolish grin.
She let out a shriek as he pulled her over his shoulder. Everyone still watched in awe as he carried her up the stairs.
Professor McGonagall looked shocked. "Albus, don't you think we should stop them?"
Dumbledore looked rathed amused. "Surely not, Minerva." he said. McGonagall frowned and looked away.
"Harry, you are insane!" Hermione called over his shoulder.
"Gotta love me." he retorded.
She smiled secretly.
Harry nearly fell when she responded,
"I think I do."
Oh kiss me beneath the milky twilight
lead me out on the moonlit floor
lift your open hand
strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
silver moon's sparkling
so kiss me
kiss me down by the broken tree house
swing me upon its hanging tire
bring bring bring your flowered hat
we'll take the trail marked on your father's map so kiss me... so kiss......
*~*~*~*~ Monday, October 21, 2002 7:44:15 PM -- finished
Okay sorry if this wasn't smutty, I know it was corny but I was in a cutesy mood. NOW, OKAY YOU GUYS ARE GOING TO KILL ME BUT: YES, THIS WAS THE LAST CHAPTER. There is no more. Unless I want to do an epilogue; which I might, I am not sure.
I LOVE ALL MY REVEIWERS~!!!!!!! REMEMBER THAT!!!!!!! EVERYONE WHO LEFT A SWEET COMMENT GETS A HUG AND A KISS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!!!!
Remember to reveiw & All my love...
~Courtney (S.A.)
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?
You were a little asshole
...
But your MY little asshole
*grin*
***
It was as if Hermione had been crying for years, yet it was really seconds. Everything seemed still, the embarrasment and pain striking against her. Of course, she thought rather bitterly. How could great Harry Potter like her? Who would like her? How could she let her stupidity let her catch on some stupid teenage hormone infatuation? She shouldn't have kissed Harry, she shouldn't have wanted him, or lov- liked him as she did. But she couldn't help it.
They had been best friends for years, and she couldn't ignore the fact that whenever she whispered in his ear, her lips caught on his flesh, or when they made any contact, it felt as if her veins were popping out. Ron and everyone else had tried to get them together, and now it turned on to Ron who hit on her. Things were going too confusing. Why did she have to want Harry anyway? There were plenty of other attractive guys around. Sure, not all of them were sensitive, and brave, and caring and sweet and funny like Harry, but that was what dating was all about right? To have fun.
Then how come she had the feeling she was falling in love?
***
He grinded his teeth as he walked up the stairs. He couldn't let her go like that. He wouldn't. He would plead and presist for years, she had to talk to him sometime. How could just one sentence ruin his life like this? He dragged his feet up the stairs and entered the girl's dorm. He heard slight weeping and felt a weird pang in his heart. He didn't want to feel this way, but Hermione huddled up like that in vurnable despair was too much to bare; sighing silently, he locked the door behind him as he walked away.
***
The next morning, Hermione woke up, warily dressing. She didn't want to face anybody today; especially Harry. And she had missed a whole day of school. She looked in the mirror and groaned. Her puffy eyes were visible, and her lips so chapped that a patch of dried skin hung from corners. Her nose was smudged up with snot because of the runny nose she got from crying, and she felt so dirty.
Feeling as if she might cry again, she hurriedly took out products from her drawer. She looked at the muggle items, she had never used makeup in her life. Well, there's a first time for everything, she thought to herself, and had to stop herself from thinking about her first kiss with Harry. After endless minutes trying to cover up her horrid face, she finally gave up and faced herself in the mirror.
It didn't look too bad, but the red puffy eyes hadn't completely covered up everything. Brushing her hair quickly and putting it into a messy ponytail as usual, she stomped downstairs; ready to face insanity.
***
The day started out okay; nobody made a comment to her, but Harry was nowhere to be seen. What pained her most were the banners of the Winter Dance coming up. Everyone pointed and leered at the words, chatting endlessly about who their dates would be, the boys they liked, and what kind of slutty dresses they should wear.
Bittersweet as Hermione was, she couldn't help but envy the girls who had been kissing their boyfriends, leaning against the doors. Trying to ignore everything that stayed in her path, she moved down the halls unnoticed and suddenly stopped to gape at what she saw.
...
There, was Pavarti Patil, dressed like a whore as usual, even more than yesterday. Her cleavage was lurched up with a tight gray blouse that hardly covered above her stomach, and it's straps kept falling off, leaving everyone a chance to see her bra. Hermione bit from screaming. Pavarti's robe was hung around her shoulder; not used for anything, and she wore sandals and her usual mini skirt.
She was leaning over, smiling at someone.
And not just anyone.
Harry James Potter.
***
"The Winter Ball is such a drag, don't you think? Having to choose between so many dates huh? Well maybe I thought since we were such adored people, we could, you know go together to save us some time?" Pavarti chattered, trapping Harry against the wall. He felt all eyes on them as she talked to him; and he gulped as he saw an outraged Hermione spotting them.
God, Pavarti shut the fuck up. What kind of Gryffindor are you? And what the hell is wrong with your breath? God, don't you use toothpaste? Harry thought, trying to ignore the foul air that escaped from Pavarti's lips.
He thought of Hermione's lips, how soft they looked but how harsh and rough and wild they could be. He felt a pang in his heart as he saw her stepping away slowly from them; he could even see shining water pouring against her eyes, waiting to get out.
Kiss me out of the bearded barley
nightly beside the green green grass
swing swing swing the spinning step
you wear those shoes and i will wear that dress
"Sorry Pavarti." he said loudly so everyone could catch the words he was saying. A leap escaped his heart as he saw Hermione pause and turn around to see what he had to say. "I've already got a girlfriend." he finally said. Everyone silenced and looked at him strangely. He grinned at Hermione and stepped toward her and she widened her eyes in surprise.
Lift your open hand
strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
silver moon's sparkling
He took her hand gently, and Hermione felt sparks go through her as he got on his knee, like a slave. Blushing, she pulled away from him, grinning embarrasedly.
He grabbed her hand again and reached for one of the emerald green earring that she was wearing. It had ball shaped little green gems all around it's circled gold.
He smiled and put it on her finger forcefully. She cringed at the tightness and blushed even more, the red exploding throughout her entire face.
He examined her more closely. Her thin welcoming lips were invited to the world of shining lip gloss that sparkled throughout the known softness- Harry's heart gave a leap- her face was more whiter, and her cute nose and cheeks were tinged with red coloring- she looked so adorable.
He felt himself melting as he took her hand once again;
"Hermione, will you go to the Winter Ball with me?" he asked.
She let out a laugh, and nodded sheepishly. He pulled her into a hug, sending tingles to each of their spines.
They collapsed in their embrace, and Harry pulled her chin foward and let his lips brush against hers. She shivered slightly, and returned it softly.
People gasped, hooted, and cheered. Pavarti and Ron stood there, looking in surprise.
Harry turned to Pavarti.
"Here." he said handing her something. Trying to look flattered, Pavarti opened her hand and it revealed a pack of winterfresh gum.
Both Hermione and Harry burst into laughter. Pavarti sneered.
"And here." Hermione offered to Ron. He looked at it eagerly and looked startled as he clutched a pack of tic-tacs.
Everyone watched them, smiling.
"Shall we go up to bed?" asked Harry suggestively.
"Of course. Now we'll work on getting rid of your secret." she said.
He looked surprised and let out a foolish grin.
She let out a shriek as he pulled her over his shoulder. Everyone still watched in awe as he carried her up the stairs.
Professor McGonagall looked shocked. "Albus, don't you think we should stop them?"
Dumbledore looked rathed amused. "Surely not, Minerva." he said. McGonagall frowned and looked away.
"Harry, you are insane!" Hermione called over his shoulder.
"Gotta love me." he retorded.
She smiled secretly.
Harry nearly fell when she responded,
"I think I do."
Oh kiss me beneath the milky twilight
lead me out on the moonlit floor
lift your open hand
strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
silver moon's sparkling
so kiss me
kiss me down by the broken tree house
swing me upon its hanging tire
bring bring bring your flowered hat
we'll take the trail marked on your father's map so kiss me... so kiss......
*~*~*~*~ Monday, October 21, 2002 7:44:15 PM -- finished
Okay sorry if this wasn't smutty, I know it was corny but I was in a cutesy mood. NOW, OKAY YOU GUYS ARE GOING TO KILL ME BUT: YES, THIS WAS THE LAST CHAPTER. There is no more. Unless I want to do an epilogue; which I might, I am not sure.
I LOVE ALL MY REVEIWERS~!!!!!!! REMEMBER THAT!!!!!!! EVERYONE WHO LEFT A SWEET COMMENT GETS A HUG AND A KISS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!!!!
Remember to reveiw & All my love...
~Courtney (S.A.)