Make Out Buddies

OceanAvenue213

Rating: PG
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 14/02/2005
Last Updated: 14/02/2005
Status: completed

Harry and Hermione are comfortable with each other. Comfortable to practice kissing on one another, so not to look like idiots once their first "real" kiss rolls around. Made for Valentine's Day. (I used make-out instead of snog because it flowed better) One-shot.

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1. Chapter 1 of 1

Me-I hate these fu-*looks to moderator who wags his/her finger*-freaking disclaimers that are complete sh-*looks to Moderator who wags his/her finger again*-Shabutie(haha Cristina). So-*looks cautiously around for moderators*

Moderator-*not here*

Me-I OWN HARRY POTTER! I MADE IT ALL UP! I-

Moderator-OK, THAT’S IT! WE’RE HAULING YOU OFF TO AZKABAN!

Me-NOOOOOOOOOOO!

Moderator-Then say it right this time! *watch me with Hawk’s eye*

Me-I-I-I D-Don’t Own H-H-Harry P-P-Potter

Moderator-Better…

A/N: my friend inspired me to do this one :D. Instead of “snog” I used make-out because it just flowed better.

Make-Out Buddies

Make-out buddies: such a funny term. I never thought it’d be a part of my vocabulary, either. That was, until my sixth year, when I fell madly in love with my best friend. The day before Valentine’s, as I recall. I was sitting in the common room with Harry, late one night…

“Hey Harry,” I greeted him as I plopped down on the couch next to him.

“Mione,” he responded.

“I-er-I have a question Harry,” I said nervously, fidgeting with my fingers.

“Anything, Herms,” he responded, turning his whole body to face me.

“This may sound a little stupid, but-“

“Hermione, nothing that could come from your mouth could ever be deemed as stupid,” he chuckled. I smiled slightly.

“Well, I know tomorrow is Valentine’s and all, and well-I’ve never really been kissed. I wanted to know if maybe, as friends-“ I emphasized-“we could, you know, practice. I don’t want my first kiss to be clumsy and awkward.”

Harry smiled slightly. “I’d be happy to help you, Mione. I must warn you though, I have little experience in the field as well.”

“Then you won’t be able to make fun of me,” I laughed.

“I’d never make fun of you either way,” he stated. I hesitantly scooted myself forward so Harry and I were about half a foot away. “Ok, um, wrap your arms around my neck.” I did as I was told, and he wrapped his arms around my waist in turn. Slowly we both leaned in and lightly pressed our lips together.

We stood together for about three seconds , before pulling away. “That wasn’t completely terrible,” I teased him. He stuck his tongue out at me.

“Do you want to-er-try frenching now?” he asked me nervously.

“Sure,” I responded, slightly more confident than I had been a minute ago. We slowly pressed our lips together again. He opened the crease of my lips with his tongue, sliding it seductively over my bottom lip. Our noses brushed together and I moved my head to the side, lazily massaging my tongue with his.

A few moments later we pulled apart, breathless.

“That was-wow,” Harry said, putting a hand on his chest in attempt to control his breathing.

“Yea,” I conceded.

“Want to try again?” he asked me, leering.

“Sure, make-out buddy,” I chuckled.

“Make-out buddy,” he trailed off. “I like the sound of it.”

“So, make-out buddies?” I said, sticking out a hand. He shook it.

“Make-out buddies.”

I chuckled to myself, remembering that day oh so many years ago.

“What’s so funny?” Harry asked me, wiping a few of the dishes that were in the sink.

“I’m thinking of the night before Valentine’s Day, sixth year,” I responded, knew he would know exactly what I meant.

“Ahh…make-out buddies. I remember that,” he reminisced with a chuckle.

“So young, we were,” I laughed.

“Yet so in love,” he responded, a dreamy look in his eyes.

“Mr. Romantic,” I muttered, rolling my eyes.

The next morning, it was as if nothing had changed. Harry was still my best friend, I still had no Valentine, and I was still hopelessly in love with him…

I stretched as I made my way down the spiral staircase. Harry was sitting on the couch, struggling to stay away, in a pair of jeans and an overly large T-shirt.

“Mornin’ sleepyhead,” I greeted him, walking to the couch and straddling his waist.

“Morning Mione,” he yawned. “I’m tired. Why’d we stay up so late last night?”

“Because we were too busy wondering if we had enough oxygen to survive to remember to go to bed,” I responded playfully.

“Oh yeah,” he trailed off thoughtfully, chuckling slightly.

“Well, we have some time to kill before breakfast,” I suggested, wiggling my eyebrows.

“Frisky, eh?” he asked. Just then, Ron can barreling down the steps of the boys dormitories.

“Hey guys,” he greeted, looking peppy as ever. “I got some of the old Val-“ he suddenly stopped, realizing the compromising position the two of us were in. “Is there something going on that I should know about?” he asked suspiciously.

“Ron, meet my new make-out buddy,” Harry and I said at the exact same time, then cracking up afterwards.

“Ah hah,” he said thoughtfully. “Interesting. Are you two dating or something?”

“No,” we both replied quickly; too quickly.

“Then let’s get down to breakfast, I’m starving!” Ron exclaimed, rubbing his stomach.

“When are you ever not?” we both asked him. We both stood up as he began listing the times when he had not been hungry. We weren’t listening, though. We were both too preoccupied thinking of what was to come.

When we got to breakfast, everything appeared normal. Few people were opening Valentine’s Day cards. Others were trying to hide their disappointment that they did not get one. Then, there were the ones who were admiring the presents the others got.

I was halfway through my eggs when there was a small surprised squeak near me. I looked to Ginny, and she was pointing to the ceiling and whispering to Colin Creevey. And I saw an owl making a beeline (or should I say an owlline…heh) for me, carrying a bundle of red roses. I gasped as they were dropped in front of me. There was a note tied to it, that simply said:

Hermione-

You mean so much to me. Just what we shared last night showed me how much. I have realized I love you more than anything. If I were to lose you, I would die. I just hope you feel the same way.

Your one and only truly dedicated Valentine

Harry J. Potter

I gasped, and looked to the seat next to me. Harry was sitting there, staring sheepishly at his stack of toast, as if memorizing every single detail of it. I threw my arms around him, after placing the roses delicately on the table.

“Thank you so much, Harry,” I whispered to him.

“Thank you, Hermione,” he said, turning to me and enveloping me in a hug,before giving me a soft kiss on the lips.

“I guess all that practice wasn’t wasted,” I joked, smirking.

“I guess not, make-out buddy,” he responded, placing another kiss upon my lips.

“Hermione!” Harry called from the kitchen. “Want to give me a hand with these dishes.”

“Sure, as long as you promise to make-out with me as a reward!” I called back with a laugh.

“Ok, make-out buddy!” he replied, chuckling.

And I am so glad that term came to be, wherever in the English language it came from. For if it had not, I just might not have become Mrs. Hermione Potter.