The R/H First Kiss Project
~ Under the Mistletoe ~
Kiss Excerpt from:
Merry Christmas, Ron!
~Contributed by Neppi Weasley~
Grinning, George whispered, "Ron and Hermione, I think the two of you need
to look up and see what you are standing under."
Slowly, they raised their gaze above them to see mistletoe hanging. The realization
of the situation they were in hit them, and they lowered their eyes to stare
at each other in horror. Sure, Ron wanted to kiss her, but not like this. Not
with everyone watching.
Suddenly they heard George proclaiming, "Ladies and gentlemen, Ron and
Hermione are standing under the mistletoe. You know what that means." Then
he started leading everyone in the room in a chant of, "Kiss, Kiss, Kiss
Ron gazed at Hermione, trying to read her eyes, trying to figure out how he
Hermione quietly stated, "We have to do this. If we don't, they will just
a make a bigger deal out of it."
Ron nodded. He knew she was right. A quick peck on the lips, and it would all
Slowly, they leaned towards each other, trying their best to ignore their friends'
chants around them. His heart beating madly, Ron had every intention of making
this fast. A quick peck and then an escape out the door - that was his plan.
However, the moment their lips touched, his plan went out the window. He gasped
at how soft her lips were. He was astounded at the sparks that were shooting
through his body. He had never felt something this wonderful, and suddenly he
knew a quick peck wasn't going to be enough. He needed Hermione in a way he
never even knew existed before. Apparently, she was feeling the same way because
she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. As they continued
to kiss, Ron wrapped his arms around her, gently rubbing his hands up and down
her back. He no longer heard the chants from his friends. He was only aware
of himself and Hermione - the amazing way her lips felt on his, the calming
yet arousing feelings she was creating in him by lightly running her hands in
his hair. She sighed against his lips, and Ron felt an overwhelming sense of
power in knowing he was responsible for her reaction.
Kiss Excerpt from:
An Elaborate Charade
by Lady Norbert
~ Contributed by Lady Norbert ~
"I -- oh, no," he said, his ears beginning to flame. He had been glancing
around, trying to get his knees back to normal, and realized that the inconvenient
mistletoe had been granted a permanent spot dangling from the ceiling -- just
Hermione glanced up. "Oh...um, no one's here. You don't have to."
"Yeah, that's true." He looked down at her again, tracing his eyes
over her features. Then, before he lost his nerve completely, he bent and kissed
It was a short kiss, as first kisses tend to be. But in that short kiss,
the blaze crawled out of the common room fireplace and swept over Ron until
he was completely engulfed in its heat. All he knew was the warmth and the joy
in his heart and the sensation -- the wonderful, beautiful, perfect sensation
-- of Hermione's lips responding to his own. Then it was over, and they parted.
Her eyes were slightly glassy, her expression radiant. "Why did you..."
"Because I didn't have to," he said, feeling a little dizzy.
She smiled. "Happy Christmas, Ron."
He reached for her hand, curling his fingers around hers. "Happy
Kiss Excerpt from:
Luck for the New Year
~Contributed by: Night Zephyr
Usually I love New Years. Its this wonderful time to look
back at all of the things youve accomplished in the past year, and also
an opportunity to plan and be full of hope for all of the things the New Year
will bring. But this year, I dont think Im very optimistic about
the New Year. Im more afraid of what it may bring, Hermione whispered.
Me too. Like you said though, New Years is about being full of hope.
So, we have to try and be hopeful that our luck will change and things will
get better and not worse, Ron responded, trying to be reassuring.
He felt Hermione smile into his shoulder as she replied, Muggles usually
ring in the New Year with a kiss. Its supposed to bring good luck.
Ron wasnt sure what to say, and in his silence Hermione added, Silly,
Finally finding his voice, Ron quietly said, I dont know. We could
probably use all the good luck we can muster right now.
Looking up at him, Hermione seemed to be searching his eyes as she questioned,
Yeah, Ron agreed, while his free hand slowly began to find its way
to her cheek.
At his touch, Hermiones eyes closed and she moved even closer to him.
Rons heart was pounding even harder now, and he was finding it more and
more difficult to breathe. Still not sure how to proceed, he said, Hermione?
She opened her eyes and quietly stated, For luck
locked as they moved closer and closer. Just before their lips touched, Ron
huskily added, For luck.
Then their lips brushed lightly and uncertainly against each other. Ron felt
a jolt of electricity shoot through his body and he pressed his lips more firmly
against hers. He had never imagined that kissing Hermione would feel this good,
this natural. Tentatively he encircled his hands around her waist and felt her
bring her arms up and around his neck, pulling him closer. Kissing her more
confidently, he marveled at how amazing Hermione felt in his arms. Somehow,
she was both soft and strong at the same time. As her hands wove lightly into
his hair, Ron couldnt contain his sigh.
Without warning, Hermione pulled her lips away, gasping for breath. Still wrapped
in each others arms, Ron suddenly felt awkward and unsure about what to
do or say next. It didnt make sense. How could things have felt so right
moments before and now feel so uncomfortable?
As the silence grew longer, Ron became more and more self-conscious and felt
his face heat up hotter with each painful moment. Sneaking a glace at Hermione,
her face made the uncertainty and panic she was feeling evident. Ron sighed,
and realized that while their kiss had been incredible and beyond anything he
ever could have conceived, neither of them was ready to cross that line between
friends and more. Confident it would happen, if and when they were ready, Ron
joked, Well, I suppose well get a year full of luck now.
With crimson cheeks, Hermiones eyes widened, but she laughed and added,
Maybe even two years of luck.
Ron snorted, Possibly, but I dont know that I want to risk that.
What if we just really need a lot of luck this year, and we use it all up?
As Hermione untangled herself from Rons arms, she replied with a twinkle
in her eye, Well, depending on how this year goes, I suppose well
just have to make sure to spend New Years together next year as well.
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