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Harry Potter: Five Times Hermione Granger Kissed Another Person
Title: Five Times Hermione Granger Kissed Another Person
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papered
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Rating: PG
Word Count: 928
Summary: Title is quite self-explanatory. Minor spoilers for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
Notes: Written forboleyn. :)
1.
"Mum!"
Five year old Hermione laughed as she spotted her mother coming out of the airport. She would have raced up, except her father was holding onto her left hand rather tightly. As she was swept up into comforting arms, she smiled, inhaling the familiar scent of the perfume her mother always wore. "I'm glad you're home," she whispered as she pressed a kiss to the pale cheek.
2.
Hermione hated Eddie Thomas. Hated him with a passion. He’d been the bane of her life, from when he first popped up in her class in kindergarten all the way until now, in grade two. Whoever assigned the students to different classrooms deserved to be kicked in the shins for putting the two of them in the same class, yet again, for the third consecutive year.
He was the only one who came close to beating her academically, although she’d never given him the satisfaction of getting a lower score than him yet. With Eddie, everything was a competition, and it was only further fuelled by Hermione’s determination to prove herself.
One day, seemingly out of the blue, he came up to her and kissed her on the cheek. She narrowed her eyes, wondering if he’d been put up to it, or was trying to unnerve her. Well, whatever he was up to, it wouldn’t work on Hermione Granger, not if she had any say about it. Before he could move away, she grabbed his shoulders and pulled his head closer to her, kissing him full on the lips.
Letting go a minute later, she smirked. That would show him for trying to mess with her head.
3.
The chattering of Gryffindors around her was already building up, everyone eagerly anticipating the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin match right after the meal. Seeing Ron’s slightly lost look, Hermione impulsively pulled him and Harry closer, giving them each a quick peck. “Good luck, Ron. And you, Harry.”
She gave them a small push and turned back to the table, not seeing Ron lifting a hand to his cheek as he crossed the Great Hall.
4.
“I’m really sorry, Viktor.”
“Vat do you mean, Herm-own-ninny?”
“I just – I like you, but not in that way.” Her hands fluttered nervously, and she was suddenly unsure as to what to do with them. “Can’t we just be friends?”
He frowned at her for a moment before shaking his head and smiling, his next words reassuring her that whatever she wanted was fine with him, but hinting that if she ever changed her mind, he would be around.
With a grateful smile, she pulled him into a hug and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, glad that that had ended on a amiable note.
5.
She knocked sharply on the door of the washroom. “Harry, do you want your toothbrush? I’ve got it here.”
“Yeah, great, thanks.” He let her in, and she handed it over to him before turning back down the hall the way she’d come.
Ron was already in his sleeping bag, settled on the drawing room floor. As if sensing her, he opened his eyes, and immediately flushed when he noticed her gaze.
Hermione smiled, almost fondly, when she saw those ears turning steadily pink.
“’Mione? Is something wrong?”
Shaking her head, she pulled out her own sleeping bag, settling down next to him, but instead of lying down, she sat down and leaned her back against the wall. Seeing this, Ron too sat up.
“Are you alright, Hermione?”
She nodded, favouring him with a small smile. “It’s just a little overwhelming. Less than a day ago, we were at Fleur and Bill’s wedding – and now we’re here, with Death Eaters lurking outside the door. We still have to get to all those Horcruxes, and we have no idea where any of them are.” It felt like a lifetime had passed since the wedding itself. In a way, it was like she was drowning under the weight of responsibilities.
Ron’s voice was serious when he replied. “I know, ‘Mione, I know. But you can’t worry about that now – you’ll drive yourself spare. You know that. We’ll worry about it when we get there.”
When had the redhead gotten so mature? She closed her eyes for a moment, smiling, before opening them again and turning towards Ron – to do what, she wasn’t sure. But her eyes widened when she realized that Ron too had moved, apparently to give her a peck on the cheek. Since she’d moved, however, his kiss landed somewhere else altogether.
She found her lips pressed to his, and for a second, they both froze. Ron made a sudden movement, as if to pull away, but before Hermione quite realized what she was doing, she’d reached out to stop him.
Blue eyes widened as they met her brown ones, and Hermione almost laughed at the thought of how ridiculous they must look. Going with instinct, she pulled him closer instead, throwing her arms around his neck.
What could have been a minute or an hour later, they pulled apart. Ron’s face was tinged red again, but in a show of typical Gryffindor bravery, he didn’t back away. Instead, he lay back down into his sleeping bag, pulling Hermione down too.
A hand found its way into hers.
She smiled, worries temporarily forgotten. Instead, Hermione closed her eyes, allowing herself to relax.
Tomorrow would be another day, and who knew what would happen. But for tonight, she was safe here, and happy to forget the troubles of the future.
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Author:
paperedFandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Rating: PG
Word Count: 928
Summary: Title is quite self-explanatory. Minor spoilers for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
Notes: Written for
boleyn. :)1.
"Mum!"
Five year old Hermione laughed as she spotted her mother coming out of the airport. She would have raced up, except her father was holding onto her left hand rather tightly. As she was swept up into comforting arms, she smiled, inhaling the familiar scent of the perfume her mother always wore. "I'm glad you're home," she whispered as she pressed a kiss to the pale cheek.
2.
Hermione hated Eddie Thomas. Hated him with a passion. He’d been the bane of her life, from when he first popped up in her class in kindergarten all the way until now, in grade two. Whoever assigned the students to different classrooms deserved to be kicked in the shins for putting the two of them in the same class, yet again, for the third consecutive year.
He was the only one who came close to beating her academically, although she’d never given him the satisfaction of getting a lower score than him yet. With Eddie, everything was a competition, and it was only further fuelled by Hermione’s determination to prove herself.
One day, seemingly out of the blue, he came up to her and kissed her on the cheek. She narrowed her eyes, wondering if he’d been put up to it, or was trying to unnerve her. Well, whatever he was up to, it wouldn’t work on Hermione Granger, not if she had any say about it. Before he could move away, she grabbed his shoulders and pulled his head closer to her, kissing him full on the lips.
Letting go a minute later, she smirked. That would show him for trying to mess with her head.
3.
The chattering of Gryffindors around her was already building up, everyone eagerly anticipating the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin match right after the meal. Seeing Ron’s slightly lost look, Hermione impulsively pulled him and Harry closer, giving them each a quick peck. “Good luck, Ron. And you, Harry.”
She gave them a small push and turned back to the table, not seeing Ron lifting a hand to his cheek as he crossed the Great Hall.
4.
“I’m really sorry, Viktor.”
“Vat do you mean, Herm-own-ninny?”
“I just – I like you, but not in that way.” Her hands fluttered nervously, and she was suddenly unsure as to what to do with them. “Can’t we just be friends?”
He frowned at her for a moment before shaking his head and smiling, his next words reassuring her that whatever she wanted was fine with him, but hinting that if she ever changed her mind, he would be around.
With a grateful smile, she pulled him into a hug and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, glad that that had ended on a amiable note.
5.
She knocked sharply on the door of the washroom. “Harry, do you want your toothbrush? I’ve got it here.”
“Yeah, great, thanks.” He let her in, and she handed it over to him before turning back down the hall the way she’d come.
Ron was already in his sleeping bag, settled on the drawing room floor. As if sensing her, he opened his eyes, and immediately flushed when he noticed her gaze.
Hermione smiled, almost fondly, when she saw those ears turning steadily pink.
“’Mione? Is something wrong?”
Shaking her head, she pulled out her own sleeping bag, settling down next to him, but instead of lying down, she sat down and leaned her back against the wall. Seeing this, Ron too sat up.
“Are you alright, Hermione?”
She nodded, favouring him with a small smile. “It’s just a little overwhelming. Less than a day ago, we were at Fleur and Bill’s wedding – and now we’re here, with Death Eaters lurking outside the door. We still have to get to all those Horcruxes, and we have no idea where any of them are.” It felt like a lifetime had passed since the wedding itself. In a way, it was like she was drowning under the weight of responsibilities.
Ron’s voice was serious when he replied. “I know, ‘Mione, I know. But you can’t worry about that now – you’ll drive yourself spare. You know that. We’ll worry about it when we get there.”
When had the redhead gotten so mature? She closed her eyes for a moment, smiling, before opening them again and turning towards Ron – to do what, she wasn’t sure. But her eyes widened when she realized that Ron too had moved, apparently to give her a peck on the cheek. Since she’d moved, however, his kiss landed somewhere else altogether.
She found her lips pressed to his, and for a second, they both froze. Ron made a sudden movement, as if to pull away, but before Hermione quite realized what she was doing, she’d reached out to stop him.
Blue eyes widened as they met her brown ones, and Hermione almost laughed at the thought of how ridiculous they must look. Going with instinct, she pulled him closer instead, throwing her arms around his neck.
What could have been a minute or an hour later, they pulled apart. Ron’s face was tinged red again, but in a show of typical Gryffindor bravery, he didn’t back away. Instead, he lay back down into his sleeping bag, pulling Hermione down too.
A hand found its way into hers.
She smiled, worries temporarily forgotten. Instead, Hermione closed her eyes, allowing herself to relax.
Tomorrow would be another day, and who knew what would happen. But for tonight, she was safe here, and happy to forget the troubles of the future.
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