Kiss
"WHAT?"
Hermione and Harry quickly broke apart, lips swollen and hair mussed. They spun around, scrabbling for a grip on something other than the other person. Both of them quickly froze as they saw the red-tinged face of Ron Weasley staring at them.
"YOU TWO?" He roared, spit spraying.
"Ron, calm down," Hermione tried.
"NO I WON'T CALM DOWN! I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU!"
Hermione stood up. "Well I'm in love with Harry," she said stubbornly, "and there's nothing you can do to-"
"OF COURSE YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH BLOODY POTTER. HARRY POTTER GETS WHATEVER HE WANTS! FAME, MY PARENTS, MY GIRLFRIEND-!"
"I WAS NEVER WITH YOU, RON!" Hermione shrieked, tears in her eyes. "I'M NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND! YOU'RE AWFUL TO ME! DO YOU THINK I WANT TO BE CONSTANTLY PUT DOWN BY MY BOYFRIEND?!"
There was a silence. Ron broke it.
"I wanted your kisses."
Hermione stood tall and strong, eyes blazing defiantly. "Well you can't have them."