What's it like to kiss?

by Polydicta

Summary:

Hermione has never been kissed, so she asks her best friend to describe it. Fluff.

Disclaimer:

All fiction is derivative and fan fiction doubly so. I make no claim to own any part of any of the following, all I have done is an attempt to put together the elements in a novel fashion, using words and ideas like Lego ™ bricks.

There is no money involved – all I do is to share what I do for my own amusement.

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What's it like to kiss?

"Harry?"

"Yes Hermione?"

"What's it like to kiss someone?"

Harry sat in front of the common room fire and pondered.

"Well, in my experience, it's not all that it's cracked up to be. My first kiss was wet and salt because it was with a girl who was crying. My second was with a girl who, basically, wanted me for my fame and fortune. That was like kissing an electric eel. Not fun. Not fun at all."

He looked up to where she stood, watching her lips.

"That's it," he said, "no more experience to relate."

"Harry, we're sixth formers, next year is our final year at Hogwarts, and I have never kissed a boy. No one ever wanted to."

"That's not true, Hermione."

"It is. No one wants to fall in love with a bossy, bushy-haired book-worm."

Harry's reply was muffled. "Maybe so, Hermione, but it didn't stop me did it?"

Her head snapped up. "What?"

"Maybe we should correct your lack of experience here and now."

Her eyes were glistening, cheeks reddened with an incipient blush.

Harry stood, leaned in and caught her lips with his.

She felt his hands on her shoulders, she shifted and moulded herself to him. There were new feelings coursing through her veins, her nerves were electrified.

They broke off the kiss, breathing heavily and she wondered how she had suddenly found herself wrapped in his arms, and when her hands had found their way to his wonderful, messy hair.

She wondered when her legs had become so weak and her heart so full.

She sighed, "kiss me again …"

She wished that tonight would never end.