the path her life would follow had always been a mystery to hermione. there had been a time when she tried to guess it, predict where fate would take her. or, well, where her studies would take her, hermione was never one to believe in destiny or magic. that was it, until the letter from one albus dumbledore, headmaster of hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardy arrived in her home. a lot had changed since then, but life still managed to surprise her every once in a while -- being kissed by fred weasley was definitely on top of her list. it is not the kiss itself that surprises her, after all, the two of them have been spending more time together than she cares to admit -- or think about, the picture of ronald’s whining face almost enough to have hermione running for the hills. however, it is the fact she likes him that surprises her -- and that he tastes like pumpkin and mint too.
once their lips meet, the girl cannot help but sit there with no reaction -- here is a secret, hermione has never been properly kissed before. she says properly because the misfortunate of the summer before her thirteenth birthday with the boy pressing her against a wall does not count! so she is nervous, of course she is. sitting there with no reaction until he asks her to grade his kissing technique. eyebrows furrowing, the witch chuckles awkwardly as porcelain cheeks burn crimson red.
“i don’t think there’s a book i can follow that will tell me what the perfect kiss feels like, fred”, she mumbles, licking her lips as caramel hues study his face. if she did not know any better, hermione would say he is nervous too -- he could not be, could he? he is fred weasley and she is just... hermione granger. “but from my experience that did come pretty close”, she adds quietly, pushing her book aside so she can lean forward and press her lips to his. oh, merlin, she can only hope she is doing this right!
@prfectplces : continued from here.