Christmas Day was slowly approaching. Harry decided that he was going to pin the mistletoe up in the portrait hole tonight. When he said the password, though, he saw that it was already there. And Sirius was sitting in the Gryffindor common room with Hermione, Ron, and Andrea. Andrea and Ron, of course, were kissing again. Sirius waved Harry over, but Harry couldn't go.
A little first year girl with brown hair and big brown eyes was looking up at him. She pointed to the mistletoe hung above them, and said, "Look, Harry, mistletoe."
"How do you know my name?" said Harry.
"Everybody knows who you are," said the girl. "My name is Bridget Sharlas. And we have to kiss because we two were under the mistletoe together. So, come on…"
Bridget Sharlas was rather shorter than Harry, since he was more than three years older than she was, so she had to lower down his face. She tried to kiss him, hard, on the lips, but it didn't work out. She just sort of missed and rubbed her face against his cheek or something. Harry went to the couch with Sirius and the rest of them, his face burning. Bridget, embarrassed half out of her mind, had already retreated up the girls' staircase. Harry sat down and didn't look at anybody.
"I know that girl," said Andrea. "You know, Bridget Sharlas? She's a really bad kisser. I tried to give her lessons, but she missed her own arm." Andrea sighed.
"Who put the mistletoe up there?" said Hermione.
"I did," said Sirius. "I know I shouldn't have, but I just thought it would be…you know…just a sort of romantic, Christmas-y thing…It was a pretty dumb idea."
"I don't even know Bridget," said Harry, rather miserably. "She just came up to me and missed my lips completely." He groaned. "That's not how kissing is supposed to be."
Sirius put his arm around Harry. "Sorry, Harry. It was my fault."
"That's okay." Harry sighed and looked around at the four of them. "Do any of you think that's going to count for my first kiss? Because she completely missed me."
"I think it counts," said Andrea wisely.
"You can just pretend it never happened," said Ron. "When people ask you who your first kiss was with, just say you never kissed anybody." He stared around the room, then jumped. "Oh, I know! You can use Hermione's old Time-Turner and just not kiss that Bridget girl!"
"How thick are you, Ron?" said Hermione, rolling her eyes. "I gave that thing back to the Ministry ages ago, didn't you know? Anyway, Harry, of course it doesn't count."
"Why not?" said Harry.
"Because your first kiss, I think, has to be with somebody you like," said Hermione. Harry's heart was beating rather faster than usual as she said this, and he didn't exactly know why. "And I-I can give you that tonight, if you want." They hugged each other, like the best friends that they were, and then Hermione kissed Harry's cheek. They pulled away from each other, both blushing.
"You don't just kiss him on his cheek, Hermione," said Ron. "You have to do this."
Ron and Andrea started their kissing again, not French-kissing, but it was definitely kissing. They pulled away from each other, not embarrassed at all, like the perfect couple.
"She didn't even kiss you, Harry," said Sirius. "You said yourself, she missed."
Harry didn't talk anymore, he was thinking. What if all Hermione ever did was kiss people on the cheek, and not on their lips? What if she just didn't know anything else?
Ron, much to Hermione's protesting, took her head and pushed it toward Harry's. Harry didn't even know what was going on, until he looked up. "Argh, Ron, stop it!"
It was very strange, Harry thought, having his lips smashed on Hermione's by Ron. Once his arms lifted, though, they didn't let go. They kissed once on the lips, perfectly. When they pulled away, after what seemed like an eternity, they were both smiling, and so was Sirius. Ron was grinning rather contentedly at the two of them, but Andrea was looking rather astonished at them all.
"You know, Harry," she said, "I think there just might be hope for you after all."
THE END!
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