Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
A/N: Ok guys… My dear friend hids decided "Kiss Me" would be an appropriate title name ;-) lol. Oh, and please keep in mind… Harry and Hermione have not had a nice snog yet. This is the second last chapter guys… I apologise for Ron's behaviour… 'shrug' I kinda needed a selfish!Ron moment. But it'll be ok next chapter, I promise. The next chapter will wrap things up… so yeah. Please read and review!
How My Love Life Got Even More Complicated
Chapter Nine: Kiss Me
Hermione:
Sometimes I wonder just how angry Ron got before he calmed down. I honestly didn't think he was the sort of person to be so… horrible. Sure, he's a bit of an idiot and his temper can get the best of him at times, but he is a nice guy.
I just wish he could have truly moved on with his life.
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When Hermione walked down the stairs that night, Harry certainly didn't expect her to look so… well, un-Hermione. He was sure his mouth dropped right to the floor like in one of those funny cartoons he used to sneak a peak at when he was younger.
She walked down the steps very gracefully in terribly high heeled black shoes and Harry was worried that she might fall. She didn't though, her hips swaying slightly as she stepped down from step to step.
Her eyes were covered by a black mask, lined with red trimming, a small red rose stitched into the top left hand corner. Her lips were painted blood red, matching the red trimming on her mask. Her dress was black, matching her mask, with small red roses stitched in artfully chosen places around the dress. The neckline was in a low 'v' shape, showing just enough cleavage to make Harry long to find a nice secluded room to find out what was under the dress. The hem came down to just above her knees and hugged her hips before flowing out elegantly, and there was a slit reaching up to just past her mid-thigh.
"Does it look okay?" Hermione asked Harry uncertainly, smoothing the dress down over her hips.
"Uh… you look absolutely… phenomenal," Harry replied vaguely, eyes still wide and lingering for a moment on the neckline of her dress.
Hermione smiled and reached out to tilt his head up so he was looking at her face. "This is my face Harry," she said, laughing at him.
He immediately grinned cheekily and said, "Sorry."
He took her hand in his and they turned to the rest of the common room, who were all wearing masks and various costumes. There was music coming from somewhere in the room, although Harry and Hermione couldn't really determine what was making the music. They found Ginny talking to a couple of her friends and said hello briefly, asking her if Ron was going to make an appearance.
"He's been lurking around the food," Ginny replied, looking at the other side of the room. "Yes, see he's just poured himself a drink."
"There isn't alcohol here tonight, is there?" Harry asked quietly.
"Knowing how stupid some people are, they will have already spiked the pumpkin juice," Hermione said disapprovingly.
Harry nodded, looking worriedly over at Ron who was now pouring himself a second drink, having downed his first in one gulp.
"He'll be fine," Ginny said reassuringly to Harry, noticing him look at Ron. "Don't worry, if he gets drunk and wakes up with a hangover tomorrow, he'll have some time to feel sorry for himself and stay in bed."
Harry nodded and said, "Alright. We'll see you later then."
"Bye," Ginny said, turning back to her friends.
He took Hermione's hand and they made their way through the crowd to the food table, grabbing a good amount of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans and some pumpkin pasties.
"Let's go sit down," Harry said, looking around for a free couch. The only one available was a single-man couch, a little further away from the food table. "There! You don't mind sitting on my lap I daresay," he remarked, smirking at Hermione.
"Not at all," she replied cheekily, grinning a very sly grin at him.
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"… and he reckons they were in closets alone together before she broke up with him," someone whispered to their friend.
"Well I heard that the whole time Harry was going out with Cho, he and Hermione were meeting secretly and having an affair," the friend whispered back, glancing over at Harry and Hermione who were still sitting together on the single-man couch.
"What are you talking about?" Ginny asked suspiciously, leaning down to the third years and frowning at them, having just overheard the last part of their conversation.
"Harry and Hermione," they whispered, giggling.
"Who told you that?"
"The red-head… oh you know his name… Donald."
"Ronald," Ginny said shortly, glaring at them.
"Yes, that's right. Ronald. He's been talking about their affair all night," they told her.
"Alright. First of all, please try to remember that my brother's name is Ron," Ginny said in a very soft and deadly voice. "Second of all, he's lying. You would do well to remember that my brother is a jealous git and Harry and Hermione did not have an affair. They never wanted to hurt him."
The third years were silent, looking as though they didn't believe her.
"Would you rather believe someone sober or someone drunk?" Ginny asked, catching their looks of disbelief.
The third years were taken aback and looked away from Ginny.
"Stop gossiping," Ginny said, very firmly. "If you find the need to talk about Harry and Hermione behind their backs, talk about how they did not have an affair."
And with that Ginny stormed off to find her brother.
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"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!" Ginny hissed at Ron, her hands on her hips and glaring up at him.
"Having a nice drink and talking to a couple of friends," Ron slurred slightly, glaring at his younger sister.
"No, you're binge drinking and gossiping about your best friends," she hissed angrily at him.
"I have no best friends!" Ron exclaimed dramatically, throwing his hands up and glaring at his sister.
"Well I'm going to tell Harry and Hermione then," Ginny stated, turning her back on Ron and storming off in the direction of Harry and Hermione.
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"He's been doing what?!" Hermione half shrieked, half hissed at Ginny.
"Telling everyone you guys had an affair," Ginny repeated quickly.
Hermione looked as though she was going to blow up, she was so angry. "The… bloody… nerve," she exclaimed angrily, grinding her jaw and glaring at Ron.
"Hermione, calm down," Harry said softly, "he's just letting off a little steam."
"He's lying about our relationship!" Hermione shrieked softly, looking down at Harry as though he'd gone mad.
"Ginny, you spread the word that he's lying," Harry said quickly. "Hermione, you're coming with me up to my dorm for a moment."
Hermione slid off Harry, muttering angrily as he led her up the stairs to his dorm, almost forcefully. Once in the dorm, he closed the door and Hermione let out a small scream of frustration.
"How on earth can he even think he'd get away with that?!" she shrieked, clenching her fists and going very red in the face. She suddenly yanked her mask off and threw it at the wall, breathing very hard.
Harry was silent and he removed his own mask too, readjusting his glasses.
"I swear, I should just go straight back down there," she said, turning around and beginning to walk out of the room, "and hex himmmm."
The reason her last word was so drawn out was because Harry had silenced her.
With his lips.
At first Hermione struggled, trying to push him away and keep on muttering angrily, but she soon realised how much she was enjoying feeling his lips on hers and gave in, sliding her arms around his neck.
The kiss ended and Harry murmured to her, "Calm down."
"But…"
His lips were on hers again as she began to protest. He opened his mouth slightly to suck on her bottom lip, making her tremble and open her mouth to his, moaning softly in delight as their tongues touched.
The kiss ended again and Harry murmured, "Be quiet."
Hermione nodded slightly.
"Now, we're going to stay up here for a while," he said softly, "and you are not going to worry about Ron anymore."
"But…"
Harry's lips were on hers again, sucking on her bottom lip again and making her moan softly.
"Mmm okay," she murmured.
"You're not going to speak unless you're going to talk about what we're doing," Harry said quietly and very clearly.
Hermione nodded.
"You're going to forget about whatever Ron is doing."
Hermione nodded again.
"And you are going to have a good time tonight," he murmured, kissing her lips softly.
"So are you," she replied, a sly smirk forming on her face as she pulled him closer.
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Harry:
The next day when Hermione and I entered the common room from my dorm, I think we aroused suspicion again since we were both in very good moods, and because we came down together. Ron, who had spent the night passed out in the corner of the common room, scowled as he saw us holding hands.
I just don't understand how he can be so bitter. I mean, sure, we did kind of betray him but at least we were honest with him. He shouldn't feel the need to spread lies about us behind our backs.
I'm just sick and tired of his attitude.
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To be continued…