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~ The Taming of the Shrew ~

Kiss Excerpt from:

by Arabella

~Contributed by: missy hallan~


Now did Ron speak-- so abruptly that he startled Harry, Hermione, and himself. "No. YOU tell ME. You TELL me what you really feel about Krum."

Hermione turned back slightly and gaped. "What--?"

"Is this all-you know-serious-with you and him?" Ron continued, in the same quick, low voice. "Just tell me, and get it over with. Go on."

Hermione was too much taken aback by this sudden, intimate interest in her love life to form a response, and now that Ron had finally begun to speak, he had grown too impatient to wait for her answer. He threw his wand behind him on the bed suddenly, stepped forward and grabbed Hermione's hands. If her face had held surprise before, now it held utter disbelief.

"Ron," she began slowly, looking at her hands in his, "I don't under-"

"Because if you really like him-" Ron winced, as though this small group of words had caused him some physical pain-"then....then I'll back off. But if you don't...."

Hermione blinked. "Yes?" she whispered. "If I....if I don't...?"

Harry held his breath and waited. This was a rather spectacular moment, and though he half-way knew he shouldn't listen, he felt an incredible curiosity to know who would say what. The tension was palpable and he shifted edgily from one foot to the other.

"Well, if you don't, then..." Ron trailed off. He looked like he was trying to work up the nerve for something. His face was slightly drawn, and very nervous. He was quiet.

"Then?" Hermione's voice came up a notch in volume. "Well?" Ron seemed stuck in his unease, and Hermione let out a sigh.

"Either come out with it right NOW, Ron" she said finally, "or don't. But either way, you've got to stop being so mean to me all the ti-"

But Hermione didn't get to finish her ultimatum. Ron had made up his mind. Harry watched his friend's face change from nervous indecision to gritty determination, and in a flash of long arms, Ron had grabbed Hermione and pressed her mouth with a swift, unmistakable kiss.

Harry had to stick his fist in his mouth to keep from yelling at this tremendous event. He looked rapidly both ways down the hall to make sure no one was coming, then turned back, glued, to the scene beyond the crack in the door. Ron had released Hermione and was standing back from her, waiting to see what she would do, looking rather wild.

Hermione, for her part, was absolutely stunned. When Ron let her go, she swayed on the spot. Her mouth was partly open, and she put her fingers to it, as if testing to see if what had happened was real. "Oh...." she breathed. "Ron...." And then she flung herself forward and kissed him in the same impetuous manner. When she drew away, Ron let out a sort of breathless laugh. "Hermione!" he managed. They both stood there a moment, breathing rather strangely, and then, in an instant, Hermione had turned and fled the room, barely avoiding smacking into Harry on her way down the hall, looking flushed and beaming and frightened. Thankfully for him, she was far too caught up in her own thoughts to ask him if he'd seen or heard anything. She ran down the boys' staircase and out of sight.


Kiss Excerpt from:

A Muggle Summer
by Zsenya

~Contributed by: itsme654~


Hermione stopped here for a second and Ron thought he saw a smile forming at the corners of her mouth. For the first time in his life, he hoped that he was being called a complete and utter idiot. "The letter that I got the other day was from Viktor, apologizing, and asking if I would forgive him and be his friend. I wrote back that I did forgive him, and he wrote a thank you note back to me. And that, is all there is to know. Don’t you feel stupid now that you’ve been acting like a total prat?"
When Hermione had finished, she drew a deep, ragged breath, and then started crying again. Angrily, she wiped the tears from her face. Ron was still unable to form words with his mouth, although he realized that he was grinning like an idiot. Suddenly, he knew what he had to do. Swiftly, he reached out and hugged Hermione. Her head came up to his shoulder, and he squeezed both arms around her as she sobbed into his shirt. After a moment, she seemed to have stopped, and Ron, kissing the top of her head, whispered, "I’m sorry…I’m so sorry… Hermione?" Her name came out of his throat hoarsely. She stepped back a bit to look up at him, and as she did so, he closed his eyes, leaned forward a little bit more, hesitated for what seemed like an eternity, and then, felt his lips touch hers in a sweet, and meaningful kiss.

When they finally had to stop for a breath, Ron loosened his hold around Hermione’s waist (which he had been gripping very tightly), and they fell apart from each other. Hermione was staring at him with a look of bewilderment and – was that happiness? on her face. She looked straight at him, eyes wide, and then looked down at her feet, still alert, biting her lower lip thoughtfully. Instinctively, he reached for her again, pulling her towards him. Hermione’s arms went up around his neck and they kissed again.


Kiss Excerpt from:

Her Favorite Sugar Quill
by Pottergirl

~Contributed by: itsme654~


‘You know, Ron…I found out who’s been popping those Sugarquills into my things,’ she said, grinning. Ron’s eyes grew wide, and he felt his throat dry up.

‘You k-know?’ His voice cracked. Hermione nodded.

‘George was right. It was someone who knew how often I open “Hogwarts: A History”,’ said Hermione, enjoying watching Ron being cornered.

‘Oh…’ said Ron, barely getting the single word out. Hermione smiled.

‘And he knows my favorite Sugarquill flavor,’ she said. Ron was staring at her, not able to manage another word.
‘I have to thank him, you know. I had to reply to his letter anyway,’ said Hermione, looking at Ron closely. Ron’s jaw dropped. Krum?

‘Hermione, it’s - it’s not him!’ he said quickly. Hermione raised an eyebrow.

‘How do you know that?’

Ron felt his heart throbbing in his throat.

‘It’s not like him, he wouldn’t,’ he rushed. Hermione smiled slightly.

‘Then – Harry?’ Hermione suggested, took a step backwards, and turned around. Ron froze in a state of shock. Harry…he thought. Harry was right. I have to tell Hermione…Ron made up his mind in a fraction of a second.
Hermione waited for the blow to fall. She knew Ron would either scream, shout – or stomp away the next moment. Her back was turned but she knew Ron was staring at her and then –

A hand grabbed Hermione’s arm, and swung her around. She looked up at Ron, surprised, and her grin faded as Ron bent his head down towards her.

He’s going to…kiss me, Hermione thought frantically. Not that she did not want it.

But Ron stopped within an inch from his goal, feeling Hermione’s irregular breath.

‘I sent you the Sugarquills, Hermione…because…I…’ he trailed off, and instead of completing his statement, he pulled hercloser, and brought his lips down on hers.

Hermione went stiff, not knowing how to respond to the gentle but desperate kiss.

Ron pulled away quickly, worried how she’d react. She looked up at him, slowly, her eyes wide.

‘You know I’m not stupid, Ron,’ she said, and stood up on tip toes, stretching towards him. Ron felt himself feel light headed immediately, and sweet relief washed over him. He wrapped his arms around her as their lips met for a second time.
Hermione bravely parted her lips, and a moment later, Ron thought, ‘Honey Berry isn’t that bad after all.’


Kiss Excerpt from:

Strange Brew
by Kim Iris

~Contributed by: itsme654~


"This, Ron," Hermione said, "is my gift. This is my gift from Victor."

She pulled one out of the box and stuffed it in his open mouth.

"You see," she snarled. "It's not poisoned. It's not an engagement ring. I don't even like sugar quills! Sometimes...." she sighed stepped back away from him. “I just get tired of you."

Ron gulped, sending juices from the quill sliding down his throat. He was instantly feverish, and could feel his headache from that morning rushing back.

He looked at Hermione. She was just standing there, blinking back tears. But she was radiating everywhere. Ron could feel her warmth.

He didn't know why he'd done it or what was wrong in his head, but seconds later Ron was holding her in his arms.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, looking down at her.

"Really?" she asked, not anticipating an answer.

"Yes," he said as he titled his head to kiss her. He watched her shut her eyes and felt his own close his just before their lips met.

He felt the sugar quill finish dissolving on their tongues, and suddenly the fever passed. He opened his eyes slowly, then jumped back as they flew wide.

"Bloody Hell!" he yelped, grabbing his lips. He looked over at Hermione, who was staring at him with a confused expression on her face.

"I have to go," Ron muttered, pushing past her and out of the room.

Hermione closed her eyes and waited for the door to fall shut behind her. When it did, she quickly began picking up her box of sugar quill and scraps of paper from the floor, not bothering to wipe away the tears that had already begun streaming down her face.


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