Light My Fire

This is actually rather nice, Harry thought as he deepened the kiss tentatively. Not at all like snogging Cho. Definitely not as wet…

"What on EARTH ?" Hermione screeched loudly upon entering the dormitories.

Harry and Ron broke apart abruptly, with a fairly girlish squeak emitting from each of their mouths. Mouths that were, incidentally, a bit preoccupied up until that moment.

Ron was concentrating on blushing like a nun in a whorehouse while creating as much space as possible between himself and Harry. The dark haired boy found something interesting on the floor. But there was no denying their disheveled appearances, bee-stung lips, and the all-together debauched feeling in the atmosphere.

Hermione's eyebrows furrowed and she took a deep breath.

"Were you two just…?" she wondered out loud.

"Erm--"

"Well--"

"You see…"

"Oh!" Hermione gasped. "Oh!"

"What?" Ron snapped.

"I knew it!"

"Knew bloody what?" Harry asked irritably.

"I knew you two had something going on!" Hermione stated triumphantly. "I just couldn't figure out what it was. Those looks Ron kept shooting over to Harry when I was helping him with his homework a few days ago…and the glances under lowered lashes that Harry sent Ron last night during dinner…oh! It all makes sense now!" She was practically glowing with the newly acquired knowledge as she babbled on.

"You're in love with each other!"

Ron made a noise of protest.

Hermione's eyes darted towards the redhead. "Don't worry, Ron, this doesn't change anything. I won't think badly of you. I think you two make a wonderful couple!" she said, smiling at them wistfully.

Harry's eyes bugged out in shock. "Uh…Hermione…"

"Oh, come here." The bushy haired girl yanked them together and threw her arms around each of their necks in a tight three-way embrace.

"Hermione," Ron gasped out due to lack of oxygen, "you've got it all wrong!"

"Nonsense!" she exclaimed. "You don't have to hide it from me anymore!"

"We're serious, Hermione!" Harry said hoarsely.

"Well I should hope you're serious about each other, considering the way your tongue was--"

"Gah!" Ron yelled.

"Hermione, shut it," Harry snapped. "Ron and I are not together. I'm not in love with him, I don't fancy him, I don't want to shag him, and I'm pretty sure the feeling's mutual. We appreciate your enthusiasm for us, but we're not gay," he explained all in one breath.

Hermione blinked.

"But…"

"It was just a bit of…" Ron's ears went red. "…practice. You know. Messing around. We were curious…and a bit randy," he added.

Harry coughed uncomfortably.

"Ron's never kissed a gi--"

"Shut up, Harry," Ron cut him off.

Hermione blinked a second time.

"But…"

"The looks at dinner were directed towards…another individual and I'm fairly certain Ron was not looking at me when I was doing homework," Harry said with a smirk.

Hermione was quiet for a moment before she burst out into helpless giggles.

Harry rolled his eyes.

"I'm sorry…" giggle "…I just always wondered what…" giggle "…boys did in private when girls weren't around and…" giggle "…now I know!"

"Hey! That was just a one time thing!" Ron said defensively.

"Yeah," Harry agreed, "Ron just wanted to know how things were done so he could--"

"Oy!"

"So he could what?" Hermione asked innocently.

"Do this!" Ron hollered angrily.

In one quick motion, he had his arms all around Hermione and was kissing her like there was no tomorrow. Apparently, his "lesson" had paid off, as Hermione was feeling a bit weak in the knees.

Harry sniggered.

"You're welcome, Ron."

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