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Harry.

Well. There are times when I feel that some people, not mentioning any names, but basically Ron, ought to be slapped. I was sitting in the common room, minding my own business, when Ron comes bursting through the portrait hole, ashen-faced. "Harry, I am a total heartless prat," he got on his knees and grabbed my robes. "Please, just kill me now." He begged. I stared at him. What the heck was he on about now? "What?" I asked him. He hung his head. "What am I going to do?" He muttered to himself. "What am I going to do?" He slapped his forehead. "You bloody prat!" "Ron! Would you mind telling me just why you are a bloody prat?" He stood up and sank into the chair opposite mine and buried his face in his hands. He mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like: "I told Hermione it was all a joke." "What?" He said very slowly, distinctly, and clearly, "I told Hermione, it was, a joke." I had no idea what he was talking about, naturally, so I told him to tell me the whole story. So he told me it all. How Hermione had confronted him in the library and how he'd panicked, the git, and told her he had planned the note, just to trick her. "Oh Harry," He finished. "She looked like I'd just told her the worst news in the world. She looked like she was going to.cry." I sighed and rubbed my forehead. This sounded like something out of a soap opera, and at that moment it was about to get weirder, because just then, Hermione climbed into the common room. Now because this is the common room we're talking about, there were people hanging around. Which is why I hoped there wouldn't be a scene. Hermione came over to the table wiping away tears, and grabbed the books she had left sitting on the chair after dinner. She had turned away about to go to bed, when I had an idea. "Hermione wait!" I said.

Ron.

I seriously wish I were not I. If I weren't me, then I wouldn't have to worry about what I just did. As it is, I feel like Dobby, that I should go shutting my ears in an oven door or something like Harry once told me Dobby said he had to do. I don't think I've ever hurt Hermione so badly. I don't know what made me do it. I was just so afraid that she would laugh in my face, and say something like: "Oh Ron how could you ever think I liked you?" Then she would look at my face, and then say she was sorry which would make it worse. I guess you could say I have a chronic fear of being rejected. I was in the common room with Harry, I'd just told Harry everything, when Hermione came in. I didn't say anything. What was there to say? Obviously, if she disliked me before, she hated me now, and if she liked me before, she wished I were in another country now. She was just about to leave and I was just about to relax when Harry looked at Hermione, then at me, then said, "Hermione wait!" I nearly groaned. What now? Harry held out his bottle of butterbeer. "Try some." He grinned at Hermione. "New brew." Hermione shook her head. "Not right now Harry, I have studying to do." "Come on, just a sip?" Hermione sighed. "All right, fine, give me that." She took the bottle of butterbeer from Harry and took a sip. Then she stood there drinking the whole bottle. I stared from her to Harry. What the heck was going on here? Hermione was still drinking. "She must have been really thirsty." I whispered to Harry, who was grinning. Harry sat back in satisfaction. "Not exactly." To say the least, I was confused. "What? I don't get it. What do you mean not exactly?" Harry stood up, took the bottle from Hermione and stepped away from her. Then I saw what he had done. He'd poured some of his binding potion into the butterbeer, had Hermione drink it, and now she was frozen.except for her eyes, which were glaring at Harry. "Sorry Hermione," said Harry, "But I just had to do it. You understand don't you?" She merely narrowed her eyes at him. He patted her on the back. "That's the ticket." "Wha-why?" I stammered. Hermione looked like she wanted to know too. "Because I'm sick of you, you prat, and I'm not unbinding her until you.kiss her." Now I actually did have a choice here. I could leave Hermione bound until the potion left her system, or just kiss her so that Harry would give her the counter-acting potion. Or.I could just kiss her on the cheek. That just might work. Except I must have looked kind of smug, because Harry said quickly: "on the lips." Hermione's eyes widened. I closed my eyes. I won't deny that I wanted to. Oh no, I wanted to all right. I wanted to so bad, it almost hurt. By now people around the common room had gathered around and were watching to see what would happen. Well I wasn't about to let Hermione stay bound for the rest of the night, so I took a deep breath and moved in front of her. I heard whispers of "He's going to do it!" And, "check this out!" Then the common room was silent. I think Harry didn't really expect me to do it, because he was looking at me his eyes wide. I breathed deeply again, and whispered to Hermione: "Hermione, I'm sorry." She looked slightly puzzled, so I said: "for saying it was a joke. Because it wasn't." Then with no further ado, I bent down and pressed my lips firmly against hers. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Harry wave his wand, and then suddenly Hermione was moving beneath me. She threw her arms around my neck, crushing her lips against mine. Time seemed to stand still. Was this really happening to me? Ron Weasley? Was Hermione Granger really kissing me? 'Yes she is you git, kiss her back!' My mind screamed. So I did. I put my arms around her waist, and bent my head so I could kiss her easier. I faintly heard the people in the common room cheering, and it barely registered in my mind when I saw again out of the corner of my eye, Harry kissing Ginny. Harry kissing Ginny? When did that happen? Oh well. I was a little busy at the moment. Bloody hell, Hermione sure can kiss. My stomach kept flipping. Is this what it felt like, to kiss the person you loved? Is this what my parent's feel when they kiss after trading Christmas presents? Was this what Harry was feeling? Whatever it is, I like it. Kissing Hermione was nothing like kissing Lavender. And boy am I glad of that. Hermione was sinking into my arms, and my knees were feeling weak, so I leaned against the wall and pulled Hermione even closer to me. I wasn't going to let her go. Ever.

Ginny.

I was sitting in the common room, talking to Neville, but secretly watching Harry. I don't like Neville, and Neville knows it. He likes Luna. As a matter of fact, he and Luna are going out. But Neville and Luna agreed to let me 'use' Neville to see if Harry would pay any more attention to me. So far, it hadn't worked. Instead, Harry was falling for Luna, and Neville was practically begging or me to just ask Harry out. But I told him that I didn't ask blokes out. They were supposed to do the asking. So he dropped it. So there we were sitting in the common room. We were sitting pretty close to Harry, so when Ron and Hermione came in, we heard everything. So we were the first to notice. After Harry had given Hermione the butterbeer to drink, he stood with his arms folded waiting for Ron. That's when people started to notice. Ron stood still for a moment, obviously thinking, then he got this "'I-have-an-idea' look on his face and Harry told him he had to kiss Hermione on the lips. Then surprising everyone, he walked over to Hermione, whispered something to her, and kissed her.on the lips. I watched as Harry un-bound Hermione and she began kissing back, and I wished right then that Harry and I could be kissing. Harry looked at Ron and Hermione kissing, and then looked at me. He got this strange look on his face. He walked over to me, and pulled me up by my elbow, till I was standing in front of my chair. Then he just looked at me. He stared into my eyes as if searching for something there. I don't know what he saw, but he smiled, his green eyes crinkling, and very, very gently, he leaned forward and kissed me. I nearly fainted dead away. When his lips touched mine, my heart beat faster and faster, and then all of a sudden, I was kissing him back. And all was good.

Harry.

I didn't think he would do it, I honestly didn't. After I told him what he had to do, he stood there for a minute then he smiled a little bit. "On the lips," I said. I wanted to make sure he didn't get any ideas. So what did he do? He did it! He went over to her, told her something I couldn't hear, and then.he kissed her. My mouth nearly hit the floor. Where had he gotten the gall to do that? It was, well, amazing, to say the least. But as I watched them kiss, I realized something was missing. I turned and looked at Ginny, she was looking at Ron and Hermione with a kind of 'I wish' look on her face. Then I suddenly figured it out. Neville and Ginny didn't like each other, and they never had. I looked at Neville with his arm around Luna, and then I knew it. I didn't like Luna. I liked Ginny. I walked over to Ginny and pulled her out of her chair. I stared deep into her eyes. I had to know if she liked me back. She looked back at me, and I knew that she did. It'd never changed. As Ron would say, "You heartless prat!" So I slowly kissed her. I was kind of scared, after my experience with Cho, but Ginny was nothing like Cho, she was soft, and sweet, and dry. One thing I'm glad of is that I came to my senses in time! Although, I wonder what Ron will say later? Oh well, even though it is weird that I love his little sister, right now I say, 'just sod off!'