Naturally, Harry accepted George's invitation. He had a morning class, an afternoon class, and an evening class, but that didn't seem to matter too much; he had a spare two hours for George, both of which he hoped they'd use.

But to do what? Have lunch, yes, maybe chat a while, but how much time could simply chastely kissing fill? It was on his way through the passageway that Harry made a decision: snogging wouldn't be too much too soon. He liked George, George liked him, and there was nothing wrong with a bit of kissing and then some.

George seemed to like this decision quite a bit. "I would've waited for you, you know," he said between furious kisses. "Wouldn't have wanted to, but here we are."

"I just—" Kiss, kiss, kiss. "Didn't see a reason—" More. "If we both care about this, what we're doing."

George pulled away. "Are we together, then?"

Harry shrugged and smiled. "Why not?"

George smiled back and kissed him again. "Why the change of heart?"

"I never said no to it," said Harry. "And it seems so much ... better than what's going on at Hogwarts. Hermione's been snogging Millicent Bulstrode and quite possibly your little sister, Ron hasn't tugged himself away from Malfoy in almost two days, and there was some kind of foursome going on last night. Plus, Neville and Luna are together—"

"Finally."

"And I think someone was smoking some kind of illegal substance."

George nodded. "This has all done quite the number on Hogwarts, hasn't it?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

"Harry..." George ran a hand over his face. Harry loved the feeling that evoked and wanted to kiss him again, but judging by the expression on George's face, now did not seem like the time. "You don't think this, us, is only happening because of what you've read, do you?"

Harry paused before saying, "No. I really don't. I think this would have happened eventually, fan fiction or not. That just kind of ... sped it along. Besides, I don't think anyone's ever paired us before."

"Not so obvious as we are in real life, eh?" George pushed some stray hairs out of Harry's face and kissed him on the forehead.

"Apparently not." They kissed again, and again, and again, until George said, "So, think Hermione's going to do anything to change ... everything?"

"Dunno. Depends on how much she's enjoying herself."

And later, Harry discovered that she was, in fact, not enjoying herself very much at all.

"The snogging's all fine and good, but I'm starting to miss the way we were before," she told Harry in the common room that night. "Especially with Ron. I really don't understand him."

Harry refrained from mentioning Millicent Bulstrode. "Think you can do anything to change it?"

"I have an idea," Hermione said, a bit of fire in her eyes. "It might be destructive, and it will certainly be difficult, but I think, if worse comes to worse, if I get desperate, I could do it."

"And what would it be?"

"I shouldn't tell you."

Harry sighed. "Hermione, I'm the only person you can tell."

"Oh, fine," she said, rolling her eyes. "It's simple, really. In fact, I can't believe I didn't think of it any sooner. With a bit of magic, and a bit of elbow grease, and maybe some books and cleverness thrown in, I'm pretty confident that I can do it."

"Well, what is it?" asked Harry impatiently.

"I'm going to dismantle the Internet."