It was the end of seventh year at Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and all was peaceful…except for the Gryffindor common room of course.
“Ginny!” Hermione shrieked as the redhead flung a book at her and ran behind the couch.
Ginny ducked into the shadow of the armchair to hide, “Come and get me, bushy!”
“My hair is so NOT bushy Ginny Weasley!” And it was true. Over the summer, Hermione Granger had miraculously transformed from a bushy-haired bookworm, to a sultry goddess with sleek brown hair. Ginny was nothing less with her fiery red hair and curvy body that made all but her true love fall to their knees.
“What’s all this racket?” snapped Eloise Midgeon a snotty, but adorable seventh year as she stomped downstairs. It was rumored that she had gone for muggle plastic surgery to repair her face that had been distorted when she tried to curse her acne off. In truth, she had, and now had a very shiny, crystal-clear face with cute dimples that the boys loved.
Needless to say, all three were the most sought-after girls in the Gryffindor house.
“Ginny keeps calling me a wussy for not wanting to play a stupid game!” Hermione stood up and was quickly pelted from behind with a pillow.
Eloise plopped down on the couch. “What game?”
“Oooooh!” Ginny squealed as she threw her hands up the air with excitement, “You’d LOVE it! It’s called Truth or Dare…” and with that she began to go into a detailed explanation of the game, of which the concept was quickly grasped.
“We must play that game!” Eloise declared, “but we should get some boys…and I know just the ones! They’re out at the Quidditch pitch, like, right now!” She jumped up and ran out of the portrait hole with the other two trailing her.
Hermione rolled her eyes as they approached the boys. Harry, Ron, Draco, and his cronies were bickering about something again. Ever since the first year of school, Draco and Co. had been horrible to Harry and Co. making them all archenemies and building up hatred throughout seven horrible years of being in the same year.
“You can’t just show up during our practice,” Harry spat, “and steal our moves!”
Draco glared back with a cool smirk on his face, “Actually, I can, Potty. Since you have no proof of our ‘stealing,’ as you say, we have every right to be here.” So the little shart has a good excuse for everything, eh?
“Yeah!” Crabbe and Goyle grunted like the yes-men they are.
“Harry, Ron, ignore them. They’re just jealous.” Hermione said, pulling the mud-splattered boys back towards the castle.
“Of what, Mudblood?” Draco asked incredulously.
Hermione whipped around and shot him a glare, “For one, they aren’t stuck-up little bouncing ferrets or Death Eater’s sons, now are they?”
The three Slytherins glared and took out their wands, but, once more, Harry saved the day with his superhero-like reflexes and caught them by surprise with three separate Expelliarmuses. Smirking, the five Gryffindors made their way back up to the castle, entering the Room of Requirement. It was filled with Firewhisky, pillows, and couches.
“Nice,” Ron grinned and grabbed the Firewhisky, “always wanted to try this stuff. No telling Ginny? Ginny?!” He was dumbstruck by his sister who had already started on her’s. “Uh, cheers then!”
Ginny quickly told the rules for Truth or Dare in between tipsy giggles and they began.
First, Harry was dared to hex himself with a Jelly-Legs jinx and try to dance dirty. He was halfway through a very naughty version of the chicken dance, when lo-and-behold, Draco Malfoy walked in. His hands were covering his face and he was sobbing. He threw himself down on the armchair that had magically appeared and began crying even harder now. The group looked on in shock as his sobs became wails and he soon sounded like the little girl that he is.
Hermione looked at the bawling blonde in front of her. All hatred was pushed aside as her motherly self took over and she rushed to his side, pulling him into her arms and stroking his hair. “Shhhh, it’s be all right Draco.”
He looked up at her with a pink, tear-stained face, put a hand behind her head, and kissed her. At first she was shocked and did nothing, but then she gave in to the hotness of the buff blonde in her arms and threw caution to the wind, kissing him with more passion than she even knew lived in her (nor did I). They began more intense snogging amid moans and gasps before someone cleared their throat. Their expressions were like deer in a headlight as both surveyed the room and jumped back from each other.
“What the bloody hell is this?!” Harry cried, tears forming in his eyes. “Hermione you know that I have always loved you!”
Ron shook his head with fury and disbelief as he and Harry started to pounce on Draco.
“Wait!” Hermione screamed, “He kissed me and I liked it!” Who was this new man in front of her? The boy that had hated her, a hate which she returned gladly, she now looked at in a new light. Maybe he wasn’t as bad as he seemed. Maybe that hate…maybe it was love! “I love him!” she blurted out just and Harry pulled his arm back to punch Draco.
Harry stopped in mid-punch and went to sit moodily back down. Ginny abandoned her post where she was holding her brother back and went to talk to Harry, although her eyes were tearing up herself. “Harry, you-”
“No, Ginny. I love her, and she just went and snogged my enemy.” He hung his head, not noticing the silently sniveling girl beside him, absentmindedly patting him on the back.
Ron eyed Draco, “You?”
“I’ve always loved her,” he sighed sadly as he looked at her with affection and sadness.
“Then we’re cool…ferret,” Ron added under his breath and stuck out his hand.
“Alright…weasel,” Draco said as he tentatively shook his hand.
“Then let the games begin!” Eloise exclaimed, dragging Ron down beside her, and playing with his earlobe. “You played Truth or Dare before, Malfoy?”
“Yes, my father says it’s good to know your enemy.” He sniffed and tears came to his eyes, but he remained silent.
“Okay, Harry’s turn.”
Harry looked up and glared at Draco. “Truth or dare, Malfoy?”
Draco glared back with a look of pure loathing and replied, “Truth,” before turning to Hermione and planting a kiss on her cheek, causing her to giggle and blush.
“Do you really love Hermione?”
“With all of my heart,” he said staring lovingly into her eyes.
She giggled and blushed once more, “Oh, stop it, pookie!”
Harry smiled, and looked at Hermione. She was happy and that was enough for him. He stuck out his hand abandoning all of the hatred before. “Friends?”
“Friends,” he replied, happy to have a new friend. “Alright, Weasel?” Draco turned to the redhead boy.
Ron grinned defiantly, “Dare.”
He thought for a moment before Hermione whispered something in his ear. “Ah, I dare you to kiss Eloise!”
Ron’s ears turned red and he turned to Eloise who was playfully batting her long eyelashes. She had always thought Ron to be attractive, even during her fourth year when she had overheard him talking about how her nose was off-center. Secretly, that was why she had begged her parents for plastic surgery after trying to curse off her acne. Ah, the lengths people will go to for love.
After a moment of fake drumrolls and nervous blushes, Ron swept forward and kissed Eloise roughly. It was a kiss filled with longing and want. Oh every kiss is filled with something, and hopefully it’s just lips.
The girls giggled as they watched Ron and Eloise snog in front of them. “Enough already!” someone muttered, sending more giggles around the room as the two backed off, grinning and flushed.
Ron thought for a moment and then a lightbulb flickered on above his head, “Turn that bloody thing off Ginny!” he yelled at her, and she returned the lamp to its original place, giggling. “Alright, you’re my next target, Harry.”
Harry looked up from where he was snickering with Draco, his new buddy. “Dare.”
“I dare you to kiss Ginny!” Ginny went red and burrowed her face in her hands as Hermione and Eloise giggled secretively. A look of triumph flashed across Ron’s face as he stared at his friend.
Spitting out his firewhisky, Harry turned to Ginny and looked at her. She looked positively panicked as he leaned in and closed his eyes, brushing his lips on hers. He breathed in her scent, that scent that intoxicated him at the moment.
Oh, wait, he was already intoxicated.
They began kissing gently as Harry thought things over. Well, there was the fact that she was a pretty redhead that looked somewhat like Lily, his mother, might have. Oh, the possibilities. And then, he realized it. It was all plain to see now! He didn’t love Hermione anymore, it had been Ginny! “Oh Ginny, I’ve always loved you,” he uttered against her lips, and she fiercely kissed him. Now he knew why they called her a fiery redhead, because man, was she hot!
They snogged while the others sighed affectionate sighs and began snogging their mates madly. It would be fun to say that they carried on like rabbits, but they are in a school, and I cannot prevent Filch from randomly entering, which boy, would that be quite a scene, so let’s just return to the Truth or Dare shall we?
“I dare you to…” Eloise screwed up her plastic face in concentration, “go, like, moon the Great Hall!”
There was a shocked look on Hermione’s face, but she had drunk a bit of Firewhisky due to Draco’s persuasion, and she giggled, grinning, “My *hic* pleasure!” After she left, there were great whoops and hollers heard from outside and a flushed and embarrassed Hermione ran back in and sat down in Draco’s lap. “Gins?”
“Da-wait, uh, tru-no…dare.” She decided, placing her chin in her hands and giggling like mad.
“I dare you to let me transfigure you into a monkey!”
Ron whooped, “Been trying to make her let me do that for a year now!”
Ginny was was suddenly a small chimp and she latched herself onto Harry’s shoulders, picking at his hair. She flung herself around the room and everyone, yep, you guessed it, giggled and began to snog. Hermione flicked her wand and turned Ginny back. She kept scratching herself randomly, and turned to Harry.
“How do you plan to defeat Voldemort?” she chirped.
He looked at her shocked, “Well, I uh, bloody hell Gin, I already defeated him this summer with my superhuman powers, y’know?”
Ginny smiled menacingly. “Wrong!” Her voice became deeper and she pointed her wand at herself, muttering some indecipherable charm. Immediately she was no longer Ginny and instead, she was a towering dark figure, a.k.a., Voldemort!
Everyone screamed and ran away, but Harry stayed where he was, shocked. “I kissed you! Oh, you sicko!” And with that he screamed the Avada Kedavra at Voldemort, who fell and turned to dust.
“Harry! Harry! Wake up!” Ginny was peering down at him. He had fallen asleep after she had been turned into a monkey. The others were, once again, snogging amidst random giggles.
He reached up and pulled Ginny on top of him to snog, but at that very moment the door opened and in walked a crying Snape. “Oh, Christ,” he snarled at the couples and stormed out slamming the door shut behind him.
They all looked at each other with mixed expressions before collapsing in a fit of giggles and snogs and lived happily ever after.
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