Harmione One Shots

Kiss and Tell?

Summary: Ron slut shames Ginny publicly and hits Dean. The twins dare Hermione to kiss someone. She kisses two guys.

Ship: HarryPotterxHermioneGranger

All credit goes to Lucych_7 on Ao3

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Oliver wanted to kill him. That was the only thought going through his head as climbed on his broom with sore muscles and his exercise bag. He hoped there was still some dinner left. Any time they let the girls use the showers first, they would take a long time getting ready, and he would end up eating whatever he could find. He flew back to the castle slowly. Even holding onto his Firebolt hurt. He sighed when he saw the Great Hall doors closed. Damn it. He really wanted something to eat. Neville came in after him with dirty knees and dusty clothes, holding a strange potted plant.

"Missed dinner too, huh?" Neville asked.

"Yeah. And I am starving..."

"Me too," Neville sighed.

"Kitchens?" Harry grinned.

"You know where they are?" Neville blinked, surprised.

"You don't? Nev, you have to live a little," Harry chuckled. Neville shrugged. "Follow me."

Neville stared at Harry while he cooked, much to the chagrin of Dobby and the complete astonishment of the elves that were cleaning up after dinner. He had made fresh pasta and was now working on a sauce. Whatever it was, it smelled delicious. Neville summoned plates and forks and placed them on the small worktable he was sitting by. Dobby brought a bottle of wine and two goblets and motioned to Neville to keep quiet about that. Neville smiled and mouthed a Thank you. His hands had blisters from all the heavy work at the greenhouse, but Dobby healed them in a jiffy. Soon enough, Harry had plated whatever he had made and served it. It smelled incredible. He looked at the poured wine and the bottle and lifted a brow at Neville. Neville motioned with his head toward Dobby, who was washing three dishes at a time.

"Elves?"

The ones still around stopped and looked at him.

"Thank you for not turning me away and for letting me use your kitchen. My very hungry friend, and I appreciate it a lot."

"You are welcome, sir," was the chorused reply.

"Well, Neville, dig in."

Neville did and felt mortified when he moaned at the delicious dish. Harry was trying not to laugh.

"Good?"

"Amazing! Wow!"

They ate and drank, talked about plants and Quidditch, and enjoyed the wine. It was one of the most peaceful dinners either young man remembered having.

"Master Harry, sir?"

"Yes, Dobby?"

"Dessert for yous date?"

Neville choked on his last bite of pasta.

Harry laughed good-naturedly as he patted Neville's back. He was coughing violently.

"Yes, please," Harry smiled at Neville's outrage because he didn't correct Dobby.

"It's not a date, Dobby!" Neville whisper-shouted.

Dobby blushed. He had just learned recently that some witches fancied witches, and some wizards fancied wizards. "Dobby be sorry, sirs. What dessert do yous prefer?"

"Treacle tart for me and brownie with vanilla ice cream for him, if it's not too troublesome."

Dobby nodded, vanishing.