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Chapter 7: The Kissing Charm

2001 was a big year for Ginny and me. It was the last year of my auror training, and I was anxious to start my new job. Ginny and the Holyhead Harpies were doing extremely well that season, and they were one game away from going to the British and Irish Quidditch League Cup. There final match was against Puddlemere United, on the 15th of September, a week after my auror training had officially ended. This event was so important, that Ginny and I decided to go on a double date with Ron and Hermione after the match.

As Ginny had to be at the stadium early to practice, I meet Ron and Hermione there. The three of us then found seats in the crowded bleachers. Like any Quidditch game, the stadium was extremely crowded, but Ron, Hermione, and I still managed to find a spot where all three of us could still be comfortable.

Before the game began, I suddenly remembered something Ginny had suggested me to do the night before. Smiling to myself, I turned to Ron and Hermione and asked, "Can I buy anyone a butterbeer?"

Hermione smiled. "Sure, I'll have one. Thank you Harry."

"I second that!" Ron added.

Quickly, I left my seat and stood in the butterbeer line, which was sponsored by the Three Broomsticks. When I got the three drinks, I took a short detour to put special charms of two of them. After making sure I knew which butterbeer wasn't charmed, I went back to where I had left my best friends. If everything worked out well, my prank was going to be great.

It wasn't long after I sat down again that the announcer – who just happened to be the Weasley twins' best friend, Lee Jordan - began to call out the names of the Puddlemere United players. "I never thought I would be cheering against Wood." I whispered to Ron as Lee called, "Keeper, Oliver Wood!"

Ron laughed. "Yeah, neither have I, but after Ginny's through with him, he's going to wish they were still on the same side."

When Lee moved on to announce the Harpies players, Ginny was one of the first to be called. "Chaser, Ginny Weasley!" Lee called enthusiastically. Ron, Hermione, and I cheered so loudly that she was able to find us in the crowd and wave.

Soon, the game began. Ginny was the first to score, and when she did, Ron and Hermione kissed.

"What was that?" Ron asked in shock.

"Well, Ronald Weasley, that was you kissing my in the middle of a crowded Quidditch stadium. Or did you not notice that your lips were pressed against mine?" Hermione replied sarcastically.

"I know that… but I didn't mean to kiss you."

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? And what about all the other times you've kissed me? Did you mean it then?"

"I… Of course I did." Ron stammered.

Hermione laughed. "Come on, Ron, I'm only joking. Have a sense of humor."

Ron laughed too. "Well, that's a relief.

While this was all going on, I kept quiet and struggled not to laugh. The rest of the Quidditch game was extremely close and high scoring. Each time the Harpies score, Ron and Hermione would kiss. After about the seventeenth kiss, Hermione started to get slightly annoyed. "I love you, Ron, but honestly, there will be plenty of time for kissing at home. When we're alone."

"I can't help it, Hermione! I can't control – "

"You can't control yourself? Really, Ron?" Hermione snapped.

Maybe this was going a bit too far. I thought. Maybe I should tell them what I've done. It was just like Ron and Hermione to argue about something like this. They fought like a married couple, even though they had only been dating for a little over three years.

"Look, guys, I –" I began but was interrupted when Ginny scored another goal. This time, it was Hermione who leaned forward.

"Now that I think about it…" Hermione said slowly. "I can't control myself, either."

"See, that's what I've been trying to say this entire time!" Ron exclaimed.

"It's like I'm under a curse or something." Suddenly Hermione's eyes widened. "Harry, do you have something to do with this?" she asked slowly.

I smiled innocently. "Me? Well, I suppose it's possible…"

"Answer me, Harry." Hermione said sternly.

I hesitated. "Well, first off, Ginny's the one who came up with this, so you can blame her."

Hermione glared at me again. "Get to the point, Harry."

"Be patient." I said with a devilish grin. "When I went to get the butterbeers, I sort of put kissing charms on yours and Ron's which would make you kiss every time the Harpies scored. And it worked."

"Harry!" Hermione screeched just as Ron burst out laughing.

"Good one, Harry!" Ron exclaimed. Hermione just rolled her eyes.

Suddenly, there was a flash of movement out on the field. The Harpies seeker was so close to catching the snitch. If she caught it, the Harpies would go to the British and Irish League Cup. Unfortunately, Puddlemere United's seeker was right behind her. Everyone, even Ginny and the other chasers, stopped what they were doing to watch the seekers chase the snitch. All the Harpies' seeker had to do was stretch out her hand a little bit farther, and the Harpies would win the game. Just then, the Harpies' seeker leaned just a little too far forward, and slipped off her broom. As one hand still was gripping the broom, the seeker did not fall to the ground. She did, however, give Puddlemere's seeker the opportunity to seize the snitch. The final score was 300 to 190, in favor of Puddlemere.

Even though Ginny was disappointed by the Harpies defeat, we still had a wonderful dinner at a new restaurant in the wizarding part of London. After the dinner, Ron said, "We should do this again some time." Ginny and I couldn't have agreed more.

Chapter 8 preview: Having to ask you girlfriend's father and five older brothers' permission to ask her to marry you is more nerve-wracking than asking the girl herself, even if it's the Weasleys you're talking about. Scratch that… especially if it's the Weasleys.