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TITLE: That Night
FOR: Lady Guns
SHIP: H/R/Hr
WARNINGS: I'm sorry if this a bit crappy, my internet time is teh limited.
It was night.
Three of the five dorm mates were already deep in sleep, dreaming about Qudditch, girls, in Dean's case- football, and in Neville's case- a man-eating, giant piece of cheese.
The two remaining occupants were far from asleep.
"Still can't believe you kissed Cho, mate." Ron said quietly.
Harry said nothing. He only continued laying on his back and staring at the canopy, unsure of what to think or nor to think.
When Harry didn't reply, Ron continued, cautiously. "I've never kissed a girl before."
Harry sat up and looked at Ron. He knew that he was thinking about Hermione.
"Loads of people haven't." He said in an attempt to cheer up his best friend.
Ron shrugged and looked down at his hands.
"Fred and George always gloat about it."
"About what?"
"Snogging."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
Ron's reply was followed by an awkward silence.
"I reckon it's not even that big of a deal." Harry said finally, in an attempt to cheer up Ron.
"How would I know, I never snogged anyone." Came the bitter reply.
"You're not missing out on much." Harry said after an afterthought, "It's kind of awkward with lips and tongue and…stuff."
"I'll let you know if I'm missing out when I'll snog someone."
Harry rolled his eyes, "Don't be such a prat, Ron."
"I'll be a prat if I bloody well want to." Ron grumbled, "Only blokes who didn't snog anyone yet are Neville and me."
"That you know of." Harry said helpfully, trying very hard not to lash out at Ron for being overly sensitive.
"I heard that Seamus did all sorts of things with Lavender LAST year. And Bill says that he first kissed a girl when he was bloody thirteen. I'm fifteen and still never kissed anyone. And-"
Ron's reply was cut short by Harry's mouth on his.
After a minute or so, Harry pulled back from a dumfounded Ron.
"Mate, what were you-"
Harry moved back to his own bed and closed the drapes around him, "Here, you snogged someone. Now let it go and let me sleep."
~~
It was a bright afternoon, one year later.
Ron walked on the grounds, one of his hands in the pocket of his jeans and the other draped around Hermione.
They shared a particularly good kiss a few moments ago and Hermione's cheeks were still flushed.
"Wow, Ron, I never knew you were such a good kisser." She said faintly, "Who taught you how to kiss like that?"
Ron's face flushed as he remembered that night.
"Guess I'm a natural." He mumbled, "So, how about the Cannons, eh?"
FOR: Lady Guns
SHIP: H/R/Hr
WARNINGS: I'm sorry if this a bit crappy, my internet time is teh limited.
It was night.
Three of the five dorm mates were already deep in sleep, dreaming about Qudditch, girls, in Dean's case- football, and in Neville's case- a man-eating, giant piece of cheese.
The two remaining occupants were far from asleep.
"Still can't believe you kissed Cho, mate." Ron said quietly.
Harry said nothing. He only continued laying on his back and staring at the canopy, unsure of what to think or nor to think.
When Harry didn't reply, Ron continued, cautiously. "I've never kissed a girl before."
Harry sat up and looked at Ron. He knew that he was thinking about Hermione.
"Loads of people haven't." He said in an attempt to cheer up his best friend.
Ron shrugged and looked down at his hands.
"Fred and George always gloat about it."
"About what?"
"Snogging."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
Ron's reply was followed by an awkward silence.
"I reckon it's not even that big of a deal." Harry said finally, in an attempt to cheer up Ron.
"How would I know, I never snogged anyone." Came the bitter reply.
"You're not missing out on much." Harry said after an afterthought, "It's kind of awkward with lips and tongue and…stuff."
"I'll let you know if I'm missing out when I'll snog someone."
Harry rolled his eyes, "Don't be such a prat, Ron."
"I'll be a prat if I bloody well want to." Ron grumbled, "Only blokes who didn't snog anyone yet are Neville and me."
"That you know of." Harry said helpfully, trying very hard not to lash out at Ron for being overly sensitive.
"I heard that Seamus did all sorts of things with Lavender LAST year. And Bill says that he first kissed a girl when he was bloody thirteen. I'm fifteen and still never kissed anyone. And-"
Ron's reply was cut short by Harry's mouth on his.
After a minute or so, Harry pulled back from a dumfounded Ron.
"Mate, what were you-"
Harry moved back to his own bed and closed the drapes around him, "Here, you snogged someone. Now let it go and let me sleep."
~~
It was a bright afternoon, one year later.
Ron walked on the grounds, one of his hands in the pocket of his jeans and the other draped around Hermione.
They shared a particularly good kiss a few moments ago and Hermione's cheeks were still flushed.
"Wow, Ron, I never knew you were such a good kisser." She said faintly, "Who taught you how to kiss like that?"
Ron's face flushed as he remembered that night.
"Guess I'm a natural." He mumbled, "So, how about the Cannons, eh?"