Ficlet: Harry/Ron: Thank Merlin for Hershey Kisses
Written for hprwfqf
Title: Thank Merlin for Hershey’s Kisses
Author: asnowyowl
Rating: PG
Word count: 1626
Challenge: 55.Ron tries a Muggle chocolate kiss and is disappointed when it doesn't get him kissed
Summary: Someone gave Ron the wrong idea about chocolate Kisses
Warnings: None really
Notes: Beta’d by bk7brokemybrain Thanks, J, you’re invaluable as always! I didn’t stick as closely as maybe I should have to the prompt, but I hope the prompter (and everyone else) likes it anyway.
Thank Merlin for Hershey’s Kisses
“So, you eat one of these chocolates near the person you most want to kiss, and they’ll be compelled to kiss you?” Neville looked disbelievingly at the three candies Ron held in his hand.
“Exactly.” Ron looked up and down the corridor. It remained blessedly empty. “Don’t tell any of the Muggle-raised that I’ve got these,” he hissed.
“Why?” Neville asked. He eyed the chocolates, one of his hands slowly inching forward.
Ron closed his hand before Neville could get too close.
“Fred and George say they’re really valuable to Muggles. Very potent. They use some of their own potions in these. That’s what makes them work. So we can’t let Dean, or Hermione, or Harry, or well anybody, know I have them, okay? They might try to stop me from using them.”
“I don’t think Muggles have potions,” Neville said. “After all, you need magic to make potions.”
“I know that, Neville,” Ron huffed. He opened his hand, afraid the chocolates would melt if he kept them trapped. “It’s not really potions. They call it ken-a-tree, or something like that. Anyway, they have ways of mixing up their own medicines and stuff.”
Neville nodded.
“Ron, what have you got there?”
Ron jumped at the voice over his shoulder. He hadn’t heard anyone walk up behind him. “Hermione!” he squeaked. “Nothing. I’ve got nothing.” His words were made out a lie when, in his shock at Hermione’s stealthy approach, he startled and one of the candies flew from his hand to land with a soft plunk on the floor at Hermione’s feet.
“Oh! Kisses!” Hermione lunged down and grabbed the chocolate, peeling off the foil and popping it into her mouth. She closed her eyes and moaned. “I haven’t had a proper Muggle chocolate in ages. Where’d you get them?”
Ron’s mouth gaped open and then snapped shut when he realized he didn’t have an acceptable answer.
Hermione swallowed the sweet and then looked at Ron. “Where did you get them? Do you have more?”
In Ron’s left ear, Neville whispered, “Don’t you have the urge to do something?” And then he giggled.
Actually, Ron didn’t have the urge to do anything, which was strange… really strange. He had a moment of wondering if he should be angry, but quickly realized that with the way he really felt about Hermione, perhaps he should be relieved.
He was saved from more thinking, or answering, by Ginny racing down the hall. She flew up to Hermione, grabbed both of her shoulders, and swung her around. “It worked!” she yelled. “That charm you found worked perfectly! Professor Flitwick was so impressed!”
Then Ginny did something that made Ron’s mouth fall open all over again.
She kissed Hermione.
Sure, it wasn’t a passionate kiss. It wasn’t even planted on Hermione’s mouth, but rather her cheek. But still….
Hermione and Ginny took off down the hall laughing and chatting.
Neville made a strange, choking gurgle, and then wheezed, “Hermione wanted to kiss Ginny, not you! I’m sorry, Ron.” He shook his head. “To find out the girl you fancy really fancies your sister. Maybe you should throw the rest of those chocolates away. They seem a little dangerous to me.”
Ron pocketed his last two Kisses and squared his shoulders. He couldn’t very well admit that Hermione wasn’t the person he most wanted to kiss. No one should know that he was, in fact, secretly relieved. Because wouldn’t everyone think it the greatest joke if they found out Ron wanted desperately to kiss Harry Potter? So he shrugged. “Better to know this way, I suppose.”
*g* *g* *g* *g*
Ron hoarded his last two chocolate Kisses. Since what he’d witnessed between Hermione and Ginny, he now wondered if it was really all that ethical to give someone the urge to kiss you if they didn’t already want to. After all, he was almost certain that Ginny wasn’t even gay!
It had seemed so simple when the twins had given him the chocolates. A quick kiss, just to see how it’d feel, and then that’d be it. But now his head was full of all sorts of questions, the biggest being: would kissing Harry hurt their friendship?
So, with a sigh, Ron hid the candies in his trunk and tried to forget about them. He found, however, that it was hard to forget the chocolates when the object of his kissing obsession was always so near.
He sat next to Harry at meals and stole glances at his friend’s lips and tongue as he ate, almost groaning when Harry brought a finger to his mouth to lick off a drop of gravy or dollop of whipped cream.
And when they stayed up late together, talking in whispers behind the closed drapes around Ron’s bed, it was all Ron could do to not tackle Harry backward and start snogging him. When Harry did finally retire to his own bed for the night, Ron would cast a silencing spell and take out his frustrations with a good, hearty wank.
It was one of these nights, when Harry was sitting near the footboard of Ron’s bed, talking about Quidditch, that Harry asked, “Do you know? Ron… are you listening? Who was the Canon’s seeker on the 1985 team?”
Ron had been so intent on watching Harry’s lips and trying not to get hard at the sight of them, that he hadn’t been listening. Even now, he couldn’t quite get his mind wrapped around the question Harry’d asked. Canon’s seeker? He knew them all, of course he did, but he couldn’t think about that right now. He only shrugged.
Before he realized what was happening, Harry was off his bed and had thrown open Ron’s trunk, squatting down and reaching into it. “Where’s your copy of Quidditch Through the Ages?”
Ron shook his head and tried to answer, but before he could, Harry looked up and grinned. “Where’d you get the Hershey’s Kisses? You know Dudley used to eat these all the time. I stole one from him once and it was the best thing ever. You don’t mind if I…” He was already opening the little foil wrapper.
“Harry, don’t!” Ron yelped.
It was too late. Harry’d already popped the Kiss into his mouth and was climbing back onto Ron’s bed, tossing him the other candy. “Sorry.” He shrugged. “Couldn’t resist. There’s one left for you, though.”
Ron stared at the sweet in his hand. He looked from it to Harry, noticing a bit of chocolate that was smeared on Harry’s bottom lip.
And then it happened. Ron felt the irresistible urge to kiss Harry. Could it be that he, Ron Weasley, was the person Harry most wanted to kiss? His mind boggled at the very idea. But, really, he reasoned, who was he to resist Muggle ken-a-tree in action?
He moved closer to Harry and then reached out to flick his thumb over the smudge on Harry’s lip.
Harry’s eyes widened, but he laughed. “Am I making a mess?”
Ron nodded and stuck his chocolate smeared thumb into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the digit until it was clean.
Harry’s eyes grew impossibly wider.
And wasn’t he adorable like that?
Ron leaned in and brushed his lips over Harry’s. When Harry didn’t respond, Ron pressed his lips more firmly to those of his best friend and waited for Harry to do something. After all, the candy’s magic was working. Ron knew he was the one Harry most wanted to kiss, so he could be as brave as he’d always wanted to be.
Finally, Harry’s lips moved against Ron’s, but it wasn’t kissing movements. No, Harry was talking. Pulling back and talking! “Ron… what are you doing?”
“Kissing you.”
“Yes. I see that. But why?”
Ron shifted back far enough so he could see Harry’s face. He smiled reassuringly. After all, Harry might have lived with Muggles, but that didn’t mean he’d have known about the effect of candy Kisses. Not with the way he was raised. Poor sod. “The twins told me how these chocolates work.”
Harry frowned. “What exactly did they tell you?”
As Ron spoke, his stomach plummeted. How stupid could he be? Didn’t he know by now that he couldn’t trust the twins? He’d just wanted to believe so badly that the Kisses would work. “They said… they said that if you ate one, the person you most wanted to kiss would suddenly want to… um… kiss you back.”
Harry’s brow furrowed as if he was trying to work out a tricky spell. “So when I ate the candy, you suddenly wanted to kiss me?”
Ron nodded. His face felt like it was on fire, and he knew it probably matched his hair.
“Um… Ron, they don’t actually work that way. They don’t do anything at all.”
Ron buried his head in his hands. How could he be so dumb?
He felt Harry nudge his hand. “Eat yours.”
Ron dared to glance up.
Harry was smiling at him.
“Eat your Kiss, okay?”
“I’m not very hungry right…”
“Eat it. Please, Ron?”
Ron nodded and unwrapped his chocolate. He pushed it into his mouth and bit down. He figured it was probably good, but right now, even the most expensive sweet would probably taste like ash.
Harry leaned forward and ran a hand through Ron’s hair. “Maybe they do work after all,” he murmured. He tilted his head and let his lips hover near Ron’s. “Seems I want to kiss you so badly right now.”
Ron swallowed hard, the chocolate running down his throat.
“Actually,” Harry said, “I’ve wanted to kiss you for some time.”
“Thank Merlin for Hershey Kisses, then,” Ron whispered just before Harry’s lips connected with his own.
end
Title: Thank Merlin for Hershey’s Kisses
Author: asnowyowl
Rating: PG
Word count: 1626
Challenge: 55.Ron tries a Muggle chocolate kiss and is disappointed when it doesn't get him kissed
Summary: Someone gave Ron the wrong idea about chocolate Kisses
Warnings: None really
Notes: Beta’d by bk7brokemybrain Thanks, J, you’re invaluable as always! I didn’t stick as closely as maybe I should have to the prompt, but I hope the prompter (and everyone else) likes it anyway.
Thank Merlin for Hershey’s Kisses
“So, you eat one of these chocolates near the person you most want to kiss, and they’ll be compelled to kiss you?” Neville looked disbelievingly at the three candies Ron held in his hand.
“Exactly.” Ron looked up and down the corridor. It remained blessedly empty. “Don’t tell any of the Muggle-raised that I’ve got these,” he hissed.
“Why?” Neville asked. He eyed the chocolates, one of his hands slowly inching forward.
Ron closed his hand before Neville could get too close.
“Fred and George say they’re really valuable to Muggles. Very potent. They use some of their own potions in these. That’s what makes them work. So we can’t let Dean, or Hermione, or Harry, or well anybody, know I have them, okay? They might try to stop me from using them.”
“I don’t think Muggles have potions,” Neville said. “After all, you need magic to make potions.”
“I know that, Neville,” Ron huffed. He opened his hand, afraid the chocolates would melt if he kept them trapped. “It’s not really potions. They call it ken-a-tree, or something like that. Anyway, they have ways of mixing up their own medicines and stuff.”
Neville nodded.
“Ron, what have you got there?”
Ron jumped at the voice over his shoulder. He hadn’t heard anyone walk up behind him. “Hermione!” he squeaked. “Nothing. I’ve got nothing.” His words were made out a lie when, in his shock at Hermione’s stealthy approach, he startled and one of the candies flew from his hand to land with a soft plunk on the floor at Hermione’s feet.
“Oh! Kisses!” Hermione lunged down and grabbed the chocolate, peeling off the foil and popping it into her mouth. She closed her eyes and moaned. “I haven’t had a proper Muggle chocolate in ages. Where’d you get them?”
Ron’s mouth gaped open and then snapped shut when he realized he didn’t have an acceptable answer.
Hermione swallowed the sweet and then looked at Ron. “Where did you get them? Do you have more?”
In Ron’s left ear, Neville whispered, “Don’t you have the urge to do something?” And then he giggled.
Actually, Ron didn’t have the urge to do anything, which was strange… really strange. He had a moment of wondering if he should be angry, but quickly realized that with the way he really felt about Hermione, perhaps he should be relieved.
He was saved from more thinking, or answering, by Ginny racing down the hall. She flew up to Hermione, grabbed both of her shoulders, and swung her around. “It worked!” she yelled. “That charm you found worked perfectly! Professor Flitwick was so impressed!”
Then Ginny did something that made Ron’s mouth fall open all over again.
She kissed Hermione.
Sure, it wasn’t a passionate kiss. It wasn’t even planted on Hermione’s mouth, but rather her cheek. But still….
Hermione and Ginny took off down the hall laughing and chatting.
Neville made a strange, choking gurgle, and then wheezed, “Hermione wanted to kiss Ginny, not you! I’m sorry, Ron.” He shook his head. “To find out the girl you fancy really fancies your sister. Maybe you should throw the rest of those chocolates away. They seem a little dangerous to me.”
Ron pocketed his last two Kisses and squared his shoulders. He couldn’t very well admit that Hermione wasn’t the person he most wanted to kiss. No one should know that he was, in fact, secretly relieved. Because wouldn’t everyone think it the greatest joke if they found out Ron wanted desperately to kiss Harry Potter? So he shrugged. “Better to know this way, I suppose.”
*g* *g* *g* *g*
Ron hoarded his last two chocolate Kisses. Since what he’d witnessed between Hermione and Ginny, he now wondered if it was really all that ethical to give someone the urge to kiss you if they didn’t already want to. After all, he was almost certain that Ginny wasn’t even gay!
It had seemed so simple when the twins had given him the chocolates. A quick kiss, just to see how it’d feel, and then that’d be it. But now his head was full of all sorts of questions, the biggest being: would kissing Harry hurt their friendship?
So, with a sigh, Ron hid the candies in his trunk and tried to forget about them. He found, however, that it was hard to forget the chocolates when the object of his kissing obsession was always so near.
He sat next to Harry at meals and stole glances at his friend’s lips and tongue as he ate, almost groaning when Harry brought a finger to his mouth to lick off a drop of gravy or dollop of whipped cream.
And when they stayed up late together, talking in whispers behind the closed drapes around Ron’s bed, it was all Ron could do to not tackle Harry backward and start snogging him. When Harry did finally retire to his own bed for the night, Ron would cast a silencing spell and take out his frustrations with a good, hearty wank.
It was one of these nights, when Harry was sitting near the footboard of Ron’s bed, talking about Quidditch, that Harry asked, “Do you know? Ron… are you listening? Who was the Canon’s seeker on the 1985 team?”
Ron had been so intent on watching Harry’s lips and trying not to get hard at the sight of them, that he hadn’t been listening. Even now, he couldn’t quite get his mind wrapped around the question Harry’d asked. Canon’s seeker? He knew them all, of course he did, but he couldn’t think about that right now. He only shrugged.
Before he realized what was happening, Harry was off his bed and had thrown open Ron’s trunk, squatting down and reaching into it. “Where’s your copy of Quidditch Through the Ages?”
Ron shook his head and tried to answer, but before he could, Harry looked up and grinned. “Where’d you get the Hershey’s Kisses? You know Dudley used to eat these all the time. I stole one from him once and it was the best thing ever. You don’t mind if I…” He was already opening the little foil wrapper.
“Harry, don’t!” Ron yelped.
It was too late. Harry’d already popped the Kiss into his mouth and was climbing back onto Ron’s bed, tossing him the other candy. “Sorry.” He shrugged. “Couldn’t resist. There’s one left for you, though.”
Ron stared at the sweet in his hand. He looked from it to Harry, noticing a bit of chocolate that was smeared on Harry’s bottom lip.
And then it happened. Ron felt the irresistible urge to kiss Harry. Could it be that he, Ron Weasley, was the person Harry most wanted to kiss? His mind boggled at the very idea. But, really, he reasoned, who was he to resist Muggle ken-a-tree in action?
He moved closer to Harry and then reached out to flick his thumb over the smudge on Harry’s lip.
Harry’s eyes widened, but he laughed. “Am I making a mess?”
Ron nodded and stuck his chocolate smeared thumb into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the digit until it was clean.
Harry’s eyes grew impossibly wider.
And wasn’t he adorable like that?
Ron leaned in and brushed his lips over Harry’s. When Harry didn’t respond, Ron pressed his lips more firmly to those of his best friend and waited for Harry to do something. After all, the candy’s magic was working. Ron knew he was the one Harry most wanted to kiss, so he could be as brave as he’d always wanted to be.
Finally, Harry’s lips moved against Ron’s, but it wasn’t kissing movements. No, Harry was talking. Pulling back and talking! “Ron… what are you doing?”
“Kissing you.”
“Yes. I see that. But why?”
Ron shifted back far enough so he could see Harry’s face. He smiled reassuringly. After all, Harry might have lived with Muggles, but that didn’t mean he’d have known about the effect of candy Kisses. Not with the way he was raised. Poor sod. “The twins told me how these chocolates work.”
Harry frowned. “What exactly did they tell you?”
As Ron spoke, his stomach plummeted. How stupid could he be? Didn’t he know by now that he couldn’t trust the twins? He’d just wanted to believe so badly that the Kisses would work. “They said… they said that if you ate one, the person you most wanted to kiss would suddenly want to… um… kiss you back.”
Harry’s brow furrowed as if he was trying to work out a tricky spell. “So when I ate the candy, you suddenly wanted to kiss me?”
Ron nodded. His face felt like it was on fire, and he knew it probably matched his hair.
“Um… Ron, they don’t actually work that way. They don’t do anything at all.”
Ron buried his head in his hands. How could he be so dumb?
He felt Harry nudge his hand. “Eat yours.”
Ron dared to glance up.
Harry was smiling at him.
“Eat your Kiss, okay?”
“I’m not very hungry right…”
“Eat it. Please, Ron?”
Ron nodded and unwrapped his chocolate. He pushed it into his mouth and bit down. He figured it was probably good, but right now, even the most expensive sweet would probably taste like ash.
Harry leaned forward and ran a hand through Ron’s hair. “Maybe they do work after all,” he murmured. He tilted his head and let his lips hover near Ron’s. “Seems I want to kiss you so badly right now.”
Ron swallowed hard, the chocolate running down his throat.
“Actually,” Harry said, “I’ve wanted to kiss you for some time.”
“Thank Merlin for Hershey Kisses, then,” Ron whispered just before Harry’s lips connected with his own.
end