Snippets
By Siriusly Amused
Stories of the young and the innocent
Author's Note: Hello! This is Snippets, a fic dedicated to the younger years of the Hogwarts High gang. Now, if you haven't read Hogwarts High, then you'll need to understand that the HP gang are normal kids in these stories. They have no magic, they live in a town in California called Hogwarts Hills, and they attend a high school called Hogwarts High. I've been writing Hogwarts High for years now and during those years, I have thought of little stories about the characters and I just recently decided to share some with you guys. Basically, each chapter is a one shot story. They're not in any particular chronological order. One chapter they can be 14 and the next they can be 4. I'll let you know their ages at the start of each one.
Disclaimer: I don't own the HP universe.
Another Author's Note: Ok, this first story is about Hermione's first kiss. It's December-ish and the trio are freshman in high school.
Hermione's First Kiss
Hermione
I don't like parties. I didn't like parties when I was little because I felt left out. I didn't like them in junior high because everyone became upset with everyone else. And now, after my first high school party, I have decided that I still don't like parties.
Harry, Ron, Seamus, Lavender and I arrived outside of Billy Beerbomb's mansion five minutes after the party had started and there were already drunk people littered about. After the first half hour of us wandering around in search of a place to fit in, I had gotten two beers spilled on me, Harry got dragged (against his will) into the make-out room by some scary sophomore, and someone had thrown up on Seamus, causing him to wear Ron's jacket. Needless to say that we left after poor Seamus' incident.
It was only nine o'clock and none of us wanted to go home so early, so Ron suggested we go to his house and hang out since the only one that was home that night was Ginny. Ginny of course was surprised to see us in her house when there was a prestigious party across town, but she also seemed relieved to have company.
We all went to the living room and it wasn't long before Lavender got the bright idea to find an empty Coke bottle and play spin the bottle. The boys (having no shame) were all for it. Lavender, being Lavender, couldn't contain her enthusiasm for the idea either. But Ginny and I exchanged glances. Neither of us had kissed a boy yet. Plus, Ginny had the added misfortune that one of her brothers was playing and it would just be her luck that her first spin landed on him and her first kiss go to him as well.
The others wouldn't let us back out, though. The game couldn't be played with three boys and one girl (no matter how much Lavender wanted it to) so Ginny and I were dragged to the floor where the others had already formed a circle around the bottle.
Lavender spun first and it landed on Ron. For some reason I felt really jealous of her when Ron kissed her. It wasn't some romantic kiss from the movies, more like an innocent peck on the lips, but for some reason, I still felt jealous. Ginny went next and got Ron. Lavender, Seamus and Harry all broke out in insane laughter as both Ron and Ginny paled.
Finally, Ron got to his feet and crossed the circle to Ginny. "Come on, Ginny, we're being ridiculous about this!" he stated as Ginny tried to get away, but Lavender held her firmly in place. Ron bent down, placed his hand over Ginny's mouth and kissed his own hand. Harry laughed, Seamus whined, Lavender squealed, and I let out a breath that I didn't realize that I was holding.
And then it was my turn. I willed my hand not to shake as it reached out and spun the bottle. The bottle turned around and around for what seemed like an eternity before it stopped between Harry and Seamus. It was pointing directly at the front door. I was about to ask if I needed to spin it again when the door handle started to turn. Everyone in the room held his or her breath as the door slowly opened.
I nervously grabbed fistfuls of my skirt as Fred Weasley stepped across the threshold and paused once inside to place his car keys in the bowl next to the door. 'No!' my mind screamed as I stared at Fred. 'Not Fred!' Fred was sixteen and a junior in high school. The other boys at least had limited experience with kissing. God only knew how far Fred had gone! The last thing I needed was to humiliate myself with an expert kisser.
Fred was still standing there, directly in front of the nose of the bottle, oblivious to his fate. He seemed pensive and a bit down trodden, definitely not like his normal self.
"Fred, you have to kiss Hermione!" Ron exclaimed from his spot on the floor.
"Wha?" Fred asked, turning to acknowledge us. He seemed surprised, but not so much so that he was running from the house. He saw the bottle on the floor and realized what had been going on. "Oh," he said, still pensive.
Ron's brow furrowed. "Where's George?" he asked.
"He's staying at someone's house tonight," Fred explained somberly.
"Who's? Billy's?" Ron asked. "Because you know Mom and Dad said that you two weren't allowed to ever spend the night there."
"He's not staying at Billy's," Fred continued. He wasn't moving out of the bottle's pointing nose.
"Where's he staying then?" Ron asked.
"Alicia's," Fred stated quietly, jamming his hands into his pockets. Ginny let out a loud 'EEWWW' which nearly drowned out the boys' laughs. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," Fred mumbled dully. He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. Once he released it, his shoulders visibly relaxed and he seemed slightly happier, though still not himself. "Now, who do I have to kiss?"
Five fingers pointed to me. I blushed furiously and gripped the hem of my skirt tighter. After receiving a nudge from Ginny, I stood and slowly walked over to Fred who was smiling, almost shyly (except I know that neither twin is ever shy). He looked over my head at someone sitting in the circle as I approached him, the thoughtful expression on his face once again. The thinking expression was really appealing on Fred and I had to focus on his chest so I wouldn't blush.
I stopped a few inches in front of him and willed myself to continue breathing as one of his hands gently lifted my chin so that I was looking up at him. I closed my eyes as he lowered his head to mine and pressed his lips against my own. It was an innocent peck, only it lasted three seconds longer than normal pecks would. My friends behind me were all silent except Lavender who sighed dreamily.
Finally, Fred pulled away and smiled at me. "Strawberry?" he asked, referring to my lip gloss.
"Strawberry banana," I replied, trying not to blush.
Fred
I didn't expect George to ditch me at the first big party of the year. I didn't expect anyone other than Ginny to be home when I got home. I didn't expect my younger siblings to be playing spin the bottle. I didn't expect that I would walk in with the bottle pointing to me. I didn't expect Hermione to kiss me. I didn't expect Ron to let me kiss her. And I didn't expect to enjoy the kiss. But I did expect to see Ron a marvelous shade of puce afterwards.
Ron
I hate Fred.
End Author's Note: So, there it was. Just a short little snippet. I have more in my head, so if you guys liked this one, just let me know, and I'll post some of the others.