A/N: I own neither. The idea is passionate first kisses, but with Harmony instead. I'm a sucker for romance.

Mike and Rachel (Suits)

On a particularly cold night in January, Harry stood, leaning against a table in a library as he read yet another book. Hermione stood in front of him, facing away, looking at the stack of books on the table in front of her. Even though she seemed engrossed in American Magical Schools: A History, he could feel her pauses every few minutes.

"It must be hard being away from Ginny all these months," Hermione said finally. Harry had wondered what could have possibly been on her mind.

"I guess," Harry shrugged noncommittally. "But we don't spend a lot of time together anyways, with her busy Quidditch schedule and my Auror job."

A pause ensued during which Harry found himself glancing at Hermione, curious where this was going. He found himself appreciating the way her low ponytail lay against her back, wisps of brown curls escaping from the band.

"Do you worry it'll hurt your relationship?" she asked, her voice low (although that could have just been their present location).

Harry sighed. Truth was, he knew all this time away from Ginny wouldn't help their relationship, but he also found that he hadn't spent a lot of time thinking about just how long he had spent away from her.

"It won't get in the way," he said, looking at his book. It was why he hadn't noticed her turn, but when he raised his eyes, he was looking into the chocolate brown eyes of Hermione as she held his gaze. For a moment, time stood still before she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his and his shock melted into delight as his own mouth opened. He deepened the kiss, lifting his hand to the back of her head. She put a hand on his shoulder, pulling him closer to her. As his other hand touched her waist, the book on his lap fell to the floor with a dull thud that startled them both. They broke apart for a second before leaning in again.

A voice, however, stopped them from touching their lips for a second time.

"I think I found something," Ron said, walking out from a shelf, his nose in a book.