A/N: I guess I'm just in a write-fluffy-kiss-scenes mood...

By popular request (never thought I'd get to say that!): #119: I am not allowed to declare an official Hug A
Slytherin Day.

-FandomSavedMe (née PJatOgirl)

I sneak up behind a particularly grouchy Slytherin and give her a quick squeeze. She hisses at me.

"JONES!" I hear the unmistakeable sound of the Potions Professor's voice. I let go of the girl and she hurries away.

"Yes, professor?" I say sweetly, turning to face him.

"Come here." I oblige. "I believe I told you I'd take points if you hugged another Slytherin student today, Jones." He says as I approach. I don't stop at the usual, talking-to-a-professor distance, but step closer and hug Snape tight, my face pressed against his chest because he's so much taller than me. There's a strange smell about his robes, as if he's been brewing potions all day. Which I suppose he has. It's not a bad smell, but by his disgust you'd think I was. He pulls back, ripping me away from his body. "What did I just say, Jones?"

"Sorry professor, you just always look like you need someone to hug you and it being Hug A Slytherin day and all I just couldn't help it."

"There is no such thing as Hug a Slytherin day." He says. "20 points from Gryffindor."

Later, I'm with the boys. "How many Slytherins have you hugged today, Lee?" the twins counter after he laughed at the single digit numbers each confessed to.

"Twelve, thank you very much," he replys. "And one was Pansy Parkinson."

"Ahh, good job, how are you still even alive? What about you, Em?"

"Twenty-eight." I answer, nonchalant. "Pansy and Snape included." I remain calm but the boys blow up in laughter and approval.

Just when the boys' noise is at its loudest, Draco Malfoy and his two goons enter on the opposite end of the hall our staircase leads to.

"Who wants the extra points?" I ask. "I've got you beat anyway."

"Not me!" say all three of the boys, together. George makes gagging noises and Fred says, "I'm not hugging the slimeball."

"Potionsops." I walk down the last few stair steps, up to the annoying trio, and past the leader. I embrace one of the goons (I can never remember which is Crabbe and which is Goyle) and then the other, holding them as long as I can stand it, which isn't long.

"What are you doing, Mudblood?" the git asks me.

"It's hug a Slytherin day. Did I make you feel left out? Do you want a hug?" I reach out and hug him tight. He shoves me away. Then he glances at my boys and looks back at me, his sly eyes even slyer than usual.

"If you say it's Hug a Slytherin day, I think I'll declare Kiss a Gryffindor day. Starting now." And before I'd processed his words he reached out and pulled my head to meet his. We're about the same height. He kissed me, rushed, but taking his time about it. It was a little disgusting, but also hilarious. I hear the boys storm up and surround him.

After a second he lets go and steps back, looking dazed. Fred grabs his robes and yanks him away from me, George wraps his arm around my shoulder and takes me down the hall while Lee stares at the goons, daring them to make a move. Then Fred and Lee catch up with George and I, mumbling something about Malfoy's pants. The three don't understand why I'm laughing so hard.

"Do you need a real hug now?" George asks me, like a big brother.

"Nah, its Hug a Slytherin day, not Gryffindor."

Lee stops walking, so the rest of us do too, then he says, "Well it's Kiss a Gryffindor day, so…"

I just laugh harder. "Ahh, alright." I say when I get a breath. "I'll kiss you."

I kiss him quickly on the cheek. Then I kiss the other two before they can complain. They all kiss me back, on my forehead. Then we continue our walk, shoulder to shoulder, laughing about our Hug A Slytherin day stories.