Chapter Seven ~ I could Kiss you

Later that night in the common room, Hermione kept winking at me and then looking at Harry. I was about to burst from holding in laughter, but I needn't have bothered. The boys were, as usual, completely oblivious to anything that was going on in girl world. Ron and Romilda Vain were in a corner talking, Romilda glaring at me every time she could, while Ron chattered away dreamily to her. I had heard mine and Harry's names floating about in their conversation. Romilda had the biggest crush on Harry. When I pointed this out to him, his reply shocked me.

"You know Harry, Romilda is pretty much in love with you."
"Yep. She's weird. She follows me around everywhere."
"I worry about her and you. So you don't like her at all then?"
"Shannon, listen. I love you. Not Romilda okay?" Harry smiled at me.
"Okay, I believe you" I replied meekly.

"You know Shannon, Ron is pretty much in love with you"
"EXCUSE ME?" I yelped.
"Yep! Loved you from the very start. That's why he's in such a bad mood all the time. He's jealous that you're all mine."
"That is so sad. I never knew. Gosh, it all fits though."
"The other day he asked if I'd kissed you." Harry said slyly.
"What did you tell him, then?" I was dreading his answer.
"I said yes, of course. Hermione said she heard him crying in Moaning Myrtles bathroom for hours." Harry's expression had dropped now, he looked upset.
"I'm sorry for ruining your friendship." I mumbled quietly.
"Don't be. We'll make up soon. He'll get over you." Harry looked into my eyes. I could tell he meant it.
"Yea, I guess."

That had been two days ago, and Ron was still depressed. I was beginning to worry, we all were. He still cracked jokes and stuff, but if you looked into his eyes, you could see the sadness. Harry hated seeing his best friend like this, I could tell it hurt them both, but what could we do? Harry said that he loved Ron, but he also loved me, and he wasn't going to break up with me over Ron. Even so, it still upset us all.

But Ron was getting us into trouble. A lot of it, at that. Potions class was the worst, as Snape took it upon himself to use Ron's bad mood and already-aggravated temper to wind Ron up. By the end of every class, Ron's ears were bright red and we usually had to drag him out of the classroom as he fired spells at Snape, and Snape calmly repeated "10 points from Gryffindor, Weasley" as he dodged every spell.

In Potions today I got really sick of it, so, I acted. After Snape passed our table and sarcastically said "How is Potter's relationship with the blood-traitor going, Weasley?", while Ron sat fuming by his cauldron, getting ready to hex Snape, I stood up. Snape turned whirled around and boredly asked me,
"And what, dare I ask, are you doing out of your seat, Miss Smith?" he drawled.
" Well, Professor Snape, I believe I am standing, as you can CLEARLY see. But I have reason for standing, Professor, and that is to tell you to shut your mouth and stop teasing Ron like you're five, before I hex you so badly you get sent to St. Mungos. Good enough reason for you, I hope?" I said decisively.
Then, grabbing my bag, I turned to the others.
"Come on you lot, I'm not putting up with this bugger teaching us anymore, Let's go!"
Harry, Ron and Hermione quickly stood up, and followed me to the front of the classroom. I turned one last time to face our Potions Master, and the remaining students.
" Oh and Professor? Wash your hair, it stinks a little" then I strutted out of the classroom, followed by my trio.

"Shannon, that was incredible, I could kiss you!" Harry Stuttered with glee.
I stopped walking long enough to turn around and give him a hard and passionate kiss, where when we broke away, we were both panting.
"Sorry Harry, beat ya to it" I winked flirtily.

Ron was looking stunned and in awe at me, while Hermione just gawped. We slumped down in the common room by the fire and laughed and joked until the other Gryffindors joined us. They were ecstatic, we had a party. Surprisingly, I didn't get told off that night, and the party went right on until 2am. We had a blast, and I had never been happier. Harry kept glancing at me and blushing, while I did the same. We had connected, I had been so wound up, I kissed him without thinking about it. We had never made out before, but I suppose there's a first time for everything. Eventually, we decided to ALL sleep in the common room, so we brought all the mattresses down and made a massive bed on the floor, and all snuggled up. I fell asleep watching the light of the fire dance on Harry's face, while he held my hand tight all night.