disclaimer: Yeah, everyone knows by now, I AM NOT JKR, THESE ARE HER CHARACTERS... yada yada yada

Chapter 3: Harry's First Kiss

"Ouch!" Harry said cringing as he hit the ground. i Being invisible and flying through time at warp speed sure kills your arse! i

"You'll get used to it by the end of your trips through time Harry," said Cedric, who seemed to read Harry's thoughts by his expression.

"What else are you going to show me? My parents? The future?" Harry asked curiously, then adding a more mature tone he said, "Like in i A Christmas Carol i by Charles Dickens?"

"Nah. Not me anyways. You'll have two or I should say… well… I can't really tell…" Cedric answered, then added, "Let's just say you won't see me the whole night."

Harry hadn't realized it, but throughout this whole conversation he had been walking through Hogwarts automatically even though he hadn't yet realized where he was. When he noticed they were in the vast, Great Hall, he stopped suddenly. i How I miss Hogwarts already… actually… how I miss my friends and… Ginny. i Harry's heart skipped a couple beats and his insides were doing the cha cha slide.

He took a deep sigh and watched as Cedric stared around at the many students that had been sitting in the Great Hall. He looked longingly towards the Hufflepuff table and found himself from the past laughing with his friends Walt and Derrick. Then he noticed his first crush, a very pretty girl named Chelsea who was in Ravenclaw. He shook is head and laughed at himself. How i he i missed Hogwarts as well. Harry was glad Cedric was focused on his old friends rather than the friends he had been looking at dejectedly.

A first-year Hermione Granger with frizzier hair than usual was talking with a first-year Ron Weasley with vibrant, wavy, red hair. They were two people easy to distinguish on the Gryffindor table. Seated next to them happened to be a first-year Harry who was smiling broader than ever. Harry heard bits and pieces of the conversation which was mostly on Neville's behavior in Herbology. Apparently, Neville had answered five questions in a row and then jumped up and down when Professor Sprout said they'd be working with Greensickler Memphosaks next. When he jumped too high, he accidentally landed in the Butober Pus seedlings and, well…

Harry remembered just how wonderful his first year had been. That's when he had met Hermione and Ron and they had been best friends ever since. i Well, I guess I can't say that right now, on account that I've been treating them like rubbish lately. I have barely talked to them-- let alone laughed with them-- since, Dumbledore's funeral. I should really write to them and explain everything. Hermione would really appreciate that. She's always fussing with me to keep in touch more… i

"Harry, I think we can leave this memory now. We have to finish the last before two o'clock," Cedric said, interrupting Harry's thoughts.

Harry saw one last glimpse of that memory before zooming off once again. Fred and George had joined the trio and were unmistakably running away what seemed like a female Snape with a pink dress and VERY red lipstick...

By now, Harry landed in the last memory of the past very skillfully. I Figures, the last memory with Cedric to FINALLY prove that I am strong enough to land properly/I They were in Hogwarts again, but now near the Gryffindor Common Room. No one was in sight, but faint voices could be heard. Harry saw himself from the past finally arrive from around the corner where he and Cedric were standing. This Harry from the past didn't look young at all. It was the almost 17-year-old Harry, Harry in sixth year. Cedric motioned for Harry to follow himself into the common room where he was headed. Harry from the past seemed to be just as excited as Harry from the future. What would happen in the common room?

The Portrait of the fat lady noticed still-in-sixth-year Harry's anxious expression and slyly said, "You'll see," as Harry gave her the password. Into the portrait hole the group walked and into a loud party they appeared! Everyone was shouting cheers for Gryffindor and Quidditch. Just then, Ginny Weasley came bounding down towards Harry with a fierce blazing look on her face. She grasped Harry in a tight hug, and before he knew it, Harry-in-his-sixth-year kissed her like there was no tomorrow.

Author's Note: YAY! I finally got to write that part. When I read it, it sounds kinda lame, so sry if u think that 2! But… in the new chappie, there'll be more fluff on the kiss! Mwah! P.S. PLEASE LEAVE REVIEWS AND I'LL LOVE YOU!