Kissing Prompts: Kiss Number 8

Pairing: Pots N Pans

Rating: K

8. Breathtaking Kiss - It's the kiss that you can't do anything for a few seconds after, you keep your eyes closed with mouth agape of you try to let your mind process what happened.

Into the mind of Pansy Parkinson as she and Harry have their first date.

I had done it. I had done it, and it had worked. I had asked Harry Potter out.

And he actually said yes.

I didn't think he would have, what with him being the Gryffindor Prince and me being the Slytherin Princess. The girl that had teased his Muggleborn friend for no legitimate reason, other than I was jealous of her. The girl that always seemed to be pining for Draco.

But I had took a shot, and he had actually said yes.

So here we are, sitting in the Three Broomsticks, chatting and drinking butterbeer. The conversation is going well, and I'm discovering that he is actually pretty shy when it comes to the ladies. It's kind of cute watching him run his fingers nervously through his thick black hair that can't seem to cooperate with him.

He's funny. I didn't realize exactly how funny he was. I've heard him make the occasional sassy remark in class sometimes, especially Potions, but I had no idea he could make me laugh like he is. This guy is full of surprises.

He held open the door for me. He's so sweet, how could Draco hate him so much?

Is he...oh Merlin, he just took hold of my hand. He is actually holding my hand! I can't believe he is doing this, and out in the open where people can see! He doesn't care what anybody thinks of us. I've never had a guy act like that with me before.

We are at the Quidditch supply shop now. It's fun watching him look at the brooms with such enthusiasm. He's so adorable, pulling me along to look at everything with him.

We're back outside now, walking back up to the school. It's a bit chilly and I had mentioned that, and he just put his cloak around me. It smells just like him. Like fresh soap, the wind, and peppermint toads. It's warm just like him too. I wonder if this is what being wrapped in his arms is like.

"Well Parkinson, I actually had fun with you," he says to me. He's sarcastic and I love it.

"Same, Potter. And here I thought you were such a bore. I was mildly entertained."

"Only mildly? Guess I'll have to do better on our next date, yeah?" he says.

Really? He wants to do this again? My heart is beating like it wants to jump out of my throat.

"Really? You want to go out again?"

"I wasn't kidding when I said I had fun with you, Pansy. And I would like to see where this goes. That is, if you want to?" he asks me, his vibrant green eyes sparkling in the light of the torch that is near us.

"I would, actually." I say slowly, not even realizing at first that words have fallen out of my mouth.

Speaking of mouths, his is getting pretty close to mine...dare we do it?

Too late for me to mull it over, as his lips are on mine. They are so warm, so inviting, and I can't help but put my arms around him and draw him closer to me. My lips kiss his back and it just feels like we fit perfectly together. I can't think straight. Down is up, day is night, what's my name again? Does any of that matter? Is this the ground we are standing on? I feel like we're floating.

His lips leave mine, and I can't even open my eyes, I'm afraid that I'll stop dreaming if I do. I catch my breath that he seemed to have stolen from me. Or did I forget how to breathe for a second?

I open my eyes and see that he is still on front of me. He's smiling at me with that gorgeous grin of his, making the butterflies go wild inside me.

I have to kiss him again. And so, I do.

Maybe we should get a room...