Disclaimer: So, Harry Potter and its characters do not belong to me. Bummer.

So, weeks had passed and nothing seemed to out of the ordinary. Harry won his trail, thankfully for the whole dementor thing so he didn't get expelled from school. Hermione, and Ron, surprisingly, made Prefect. That was a fun new topic, seeing as how Fred and I got to make fun of him. It was two days before we had to leave for Hogwarts that I stumbled onto a healthy bout of information.

It was late, and I had stumbled downstairs to get some water. Mum had reminded me to fill the pitcher on the bedside table, but . . . let's just say I forgot, okay? I reached the foyer without any trip ups, thankfully. I could just hear mum's voice now if I had woken any of the pictures, especially that old bat of a woman Sirius calls a mother.

I was tiptoeing towards the kitchen when I heard voices coming from it. It was close to one in the morning. Surely the wouldn't be having an Order meeting now, right? Curiosity, my middle name, got the better of me and since I had been going in that direction in the first place, I continued my trek. Lucky for me, I had one of my Extendable Ears in my pocket (yeah, I know what you're thinking. How convenient!)

It was the girls I heard, Hermione, Ginny, and Melody, giggling quietly about something. They were talking in whispers but the Ear made it sound as if I was in the room with them. I sat down on the floor, still slightly tired, yet interested.

"Where'd you get a Quidditch jersey from, Mel?" Ginny was saying. "I don't remember you having one before."

I smiled. So she was wearing it as a pajama shirt after all.

"It's a little big, don't you think, Ginny?" Hermione said. "So tell me, Melody, which young, deviously suave boy from Hogwarts has sought after you this time? Certainly not Draco Malfoy."

"Draco Malfoy?" Melody said. "Why do you mention him?"

"Oh, please, Mel, you act as if the girls of Hogwarts don't talk. People keep saying they saw him with you, talking civilly."

"It's not really that big of a deal, you know. He just . . . I don't know, started acting nice all of the sudden. Well, not nice really just . . . politely. It was a one time thing. He came up to me on the train is all. Don't ask me to explain the workings of a guy's mind. I'm not that good."

"That still doesn't answer my question," Ginny said. "Who gave you the jersey?"

"Oh, was it Franklin?" Hermione said. "Wait, he doesn't even play Quidditch, does he?"

"It's a Gryffindor Jersey, Hermione," Ginny said. "So let's just take this one-by-one."

"Well, I suppose we can eliminate the girls, because that just wouldn't make sense."

"That leaves Oliver Wood –"

"Seriously?" Melody said, and I could tell she was grinning. "Oliver Wood graduated last year. I'm pretty sure you could count him out too."

"Okay then," Ginny said. "So that leaves Harry –"

"Harry's pretty much the same height as her, if not a head taller," Hermione said. "Anyway, the jersey wouldn't be nearly as long as it is."

"This leaves us with Fred and George."

"Boy, you two are smart," Melody said. "You could have just looked at the back and saw it said Weasley."

"Which one of my brothers is besought with you, Mel?"

"It's nothing like that, Gin. I was feeling horrible after that big old argument with Harry, and George thought the jersey might cheer me up."

"That was very . . . thoughtful of him." I didn't have to be in the kitchen to know that Hermione and Ginny were exchanging glances. I shifted uncomfortably. Sometimes, it was scary how much girls could figure out.

"It's not like that at all, you guys. George is sweet but –" I held my breath. She didn't like me. Not in the slightest. "—I'm just waiting, you know?"

I let out that breath. She never said she didn't like me.

"Waiting for what?" Hermione said.

"Oh, you know, that special – something, that let's me know that . . . that person is, you know, the one. Like . . . like the perfect kiss."

"How can any one kiss be perfect?" Ginny asked.

"I'm not sure, I guess, since I haven't had that kiss yet. My mum used to talk about it with me. She told me it was how she felt when she met dad. She said if not anything else, that kiss would be what told it all."

"So, how did she describe this kiss?" Hermione said.

Melody took a deep breath, hesitating. "She said . . . she said it was the kind of kiss that . . . all at once made you feel like you and he were the only people on the earth at the moment. A kiss that made the world spin but at the same time made it stop, makes your heart flutter as fast as a Snitch's wings but at the same time, stops it completely. A kiss that gives you the feeling of diving on a broom. A kiss that leaves you completely speechless and breathless. And everything that leads up to it, his hand on your cheek, his breath against your lips, just the completely and total . . . euphoria of being near that guy . . . is just incredibly spectacular. And even after the kiss is done, it's all you can think about until you get another. . . . Mum said that the feeling never ever goes away. That each time he kisses you, it gets better and better and you just feel . . . complete."

There was a long pause. I sat listening to the sound of them breathing, contemplating what she said.

"That's . . . that's beautiful, Mel," Hermione said in a whisper.

"But, how do you find a kiss like that?" Ginny said, her voice awed also.

"I think you're supposed to let it come to you," Mel said. "And sometimes, you just got to wait for it. It'll come eventually."

"What if your kiss comes from George?" Ginny said and I could practically here the smirk on her face.

"I really don't think George considers me anymore than just a friend." Oh how wrong could she be? "But, if it comes from George, then it comes from George."

"I think that means she's hopeful," Hermione said. The girls started to giggle again, switching into the topic of the boys they thought were cute.

I headed back up stairs, forgetting about the water, my thoughts now on Melody and her perfect kiss. I smiled to myself. Maybe I could be her perfect kiss, you know? I mean, all things are possible aren't they.

Besides, I don't think I would mind getting to kiss her, even if it weren't perfect. It'd still be something, I'm sure of that.