Harry Potter and the quick snog

Having fun with JKR's characters, no moneys are being made from this!

Harry sat on the window sill in the Gryffindor common room, silently mulling over his options for the day. Now, what to do on this lovely sunny day? Play Quidditch or do his Potions and Charms essays? Well, that was a no-brainer!

Dropping his feet to the floor, he hopped off and made his way up to his dorm room. Dean and Seamus were on one of the beds as he came in, playing exploding snap under the watchful eye of Ron.

'Ron!' Harry called as he reached for his broom that stood next to his bed. 'Quidditch?' he asked with a wide smile, pointing his thumb toward the Quidditch pitch that could be seen through the window.

Ron was just waiting for such an invitation, the day was perfect for spending some time on his broom. 'Good idea, Harry. I'll be down in a few, still need to decide who's the winner at snap.' Giving Dean and Seamus an amused glance, 'which we should know very soon by the likes of it. Dean is wiping Seamus face in it...'

Dean smiled at them as he put his next card into play, Seamus frowned as he took a look at the card in question, totally oblivious to what was being said.

'I'll join you too, if you want.' Dean said, 'and I'm sure that Seamus will too... if he can play his next card within the next century.' He quipped, giving Ron and Harry a wink.

''Cor... I hate this game!' Seamus said under his breath, scratching his head, wondering what his next move should be.

Harry went for the door, 'I'll be at the pitch in the meantime. See you guys later!' Slinging his broom over his shoulder, he left the room and Gryffindor tower.

The walk to the pitch was nice and un-eventful, which pleased Harry to no end. He'd had enough surprises for a lifetime. His last detention with Snape had been both tedious and exceptionally irritating. How could one teacher bring so much animosity out of Harry? But Snape being Snape, was just enough to bring out the worst out of anyone. Or so he thought.

Leaving his thoughts about Snape behind, he got to the pitch in good time. As he evaluated the weather conditions with his be-spectacled eyes, he was happy to see that this would be a wonderful day indeed!

He mounted his broom and was about to kick off when he heard a discrete noise behind him. He turned his gaze quickly toward its source and was surprised to see Luna Lovegood standing there, radish earrings and all. His brows disappeared under his fringe as he asked, 'Hey, Luna... how are you? I didn't know anyone was here?'

Luna smiled coyly at him, shifting her book from one arm to the other. She had an odd look in her eyes, which made Harry a bit uncomfortable. He wondered what she wanted and why she was looking him... like that! He had seen that look before, but where?

Luna came closer to him, almost a bit too close for comfort. She pushed back a lock of hair behind her ear, eyelids fluttering oddly... but this was Luna, for Merlin's sake. She didn't do girly things or did she? Harry felt his blood pressure rising, a distinct feeling of blood flooding his cheeks and other parts of his person.

Luna finally said sweetly, 'Harry, you are exactly the man I was looking for today.' With a wink, she started to walk around him, eyes going from the top of his head, right down to his trainer-shod feet. Harry felt like he was being dissected like a bug.

One of Luna's hands reached up to softly pat his right shoulder, then it slid down his arm to stop at his wrist. She nodded to herself, a wry smile touching her face for a moment, before her gaze snapped back to his face. The dissection was over and done with, from what Harry could understand, but the look she now gave him left him a bit startled and frankly disturbed.

She stared at him with a ravenous, predator-eat-prey, steely gaze. Remembering that she had a purpose to fulfil today, her eyes changed again. Back was the usually dreamy quality that Harry associated with her. He was about to let his guard down when she said something that placed it back up, all over again.

'Harry, I heard through the grapevine, or should I say, in the Ravenclaw common room, that you were... um, quite a kisser.' she paused for a moment, letting her words sink inside his head, 'It would seem, that you would be my best candidate for a little experiment of mine. Of course, you do have the option to refuse, but I would make it worth your trouble.'

Harry gulped a few times, his throat feeling constricted and dry. His mind hadn't made it back from its little scenic route 'down south' and he was having problems with understanding her meaning. 'Luna, what are you on about? What experiment?' he asked, taking a step away from her.

Luna wet her lips, grasping a corner of her bottom lip between her teeth. However endearing it might look, Harry could smell a trap a mile away, specially the female kind.