Kissing Harry

i.

From across the library table, Hermione watches as Ron whispers something to Harry and then turns quickly to flick a piece of parchment at her. And another. And another. And another. Snickering, he returns to his notes.

Harry, however, continues looking in her direction as she brushes off her robes. He leans over and picks a wad out of her hair.

Holding it out to her, he says, "Missed one." His lips turn up into a teasing smile. And, for a fraction of second, as she feels her cheeks pinken, Hermione knows what it feels like to be Ginny Weasley.

ii.

She isn't going to see Harry for an entire summer.

He's withdrawn, caught up in memories of not-nightmares. Hermione wants desperately, more than anything, to share them with him. But she also understands why she cannot.

Very deliberately, but still very casually, she presses a quick kiss to hiss smooth cheek. He smiles. She thinks it's a bit of baffled a smile, but a smile all the same. And then he's turned his attention somewhere else.

Looking over her shoulder, she meets wide, jealous blue eyes. If she were to kiss Ron like that it would mean something else entirely.

iii.

They both know exactly what is about to happen. And yet neither have any idea what they are doing.

Eyes open, frozen in surprise, their lips finally, accidentally and completely purposefully, touch. His are slightly chapped and incredibly tentative. He angles his head, slightly, but enough that their noses bump hard. All she sees is green, bulging eyes and she can't help but giggle. And giggle.

Harry has buried his head in his hands, shaking. And suddenly, watching him, Hermoine feels guilty for her outburst, until he looks up at her, tears pouring down his face, laughter in his eyes.

iv.

Hermione is so relieved to see Harry, she drops Ron's hand and runs to him.

She wraps herself around him so tightly she can feel his heart beat against her breast. He returns the embrace, burying his face in her hair, murmuring, between frantically pressed kisses, reassurances against her curls.

She pulls back to brush her lips across his cheeks.

Catching her chin in his hand, he looks deeply into her eyes and says, "Everything is going to be fine." But he brings her close again. Which is fine because Hermione is not ready to let him go. Not yet.

v.

White panties. White corset. White garter. White dress. White veil. White heels. White-tipped fingernails. White lilies. White teeth, as Harry smiles at her.

"You look like a bride," he murmurs, eyes wide and happy.

She nods, fighting back tears she can't explain.

He moves closer and runs a finger along her cheek.

"You're going to ruin my make-up." So will the tear that's escaping.

Bringing her hand to his lips, he says, "Hermione, I'm not just Ron's Best Man, I'm yours as well. I always will be."

Her make-up is ruined for another few tears are trickling down her face.

Author's note(s):

I am not making money off of this, only happiness.

Thanks to my reviewers DeD kAkE, jean, Possum132, suckr4romance. Hope this update is soon enough for you all!

'Kissing Ron' will complete this... whatever it is. I'll be posting it Thursday in celebration of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. It's my favorite, probably because Ron and Hermione are my favorite, but the rating will be rising to 'M' for inexplicit sex and very explicit kissing.