Goodnight kisses
Harry was once again reading the Half-Blood Prince's book. Hermione glared at him before returning her attention to her notes. Glad I'm not the only one who's irritated, he thought. She scrunched her nose in concentration as she skimmed those notes for the thousandth time that night. Damn. He counted the freckles covering her nose, and her cheeks, and her neck, and– Blood rushed into his ears forcing him to look away.
Ginny smirked knowingly at him. He rolled his eyes. "I think I'll be heading up to bed," Ginny announced. She patted Harry on the head, making him look up and smile at her. Of course she would get his attention. She leaned down and kissed him. "Goodnight, Harry."
Harry watched her as she walked the stairs to the girl's dormitory, that stupid lovesick look on his face. "Gross." Ron muttered under his breath. Harry stopped smiling and dropped his tired eyes to the book. Hermione shot him a warning look.
After a while Harry gasped loudly as he shut the book. He bid them goodnight, giving Ron a sour look. As soon as Harry was out of sight she was on him about it again. "Do you have to act like that every time?" Hermione sighed.
"Do they have to do that all the time?" he snapped. "They're disgusting,"
"Now you're just being immature, Ron! Like you and–" she cleared her throat. "Lavender weren't all over each other."
There was a moment of silence where they stood there looking at each other. "That was different…" he mumbled, looking anywhere but her face. "How?" She studied him carefully then, noting how the hair around his ears were getting longer, how he was wearing that look he got when he was trying to hide something but not succeeded, how that one freckle on the right side of his upper lip was calling out to her.
Hermione smirked. "Oh now I get it. You want one too?" She asked, raising an eyebrow suggestively. "What? No," he answers quickly, too quickly, the tips of his ears turning red. Without thinking it through she raised up on her tiptoes and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Goodnight, Ron."
Hermione picked up her notes from the table before heading up the stairs, leaving Ron staring after her.
A/N: I took a pause from writing fan fiction for a while since the quidditch league competition was a little too intense for me last spring, I need to write at my own pace instead. But now I'm back again with fresh ideas. Tell me what you think about this little Romione moment, love you!
ps. I'm working on a chapter two of I've never confessed this before.
