A/N: There may be one or two kissig scenes in this chapter. Nothing too deep. Just a little warning is all. Anyhow Enjoy!
Kiss of Life!
Harry stood and admired the handy work of his room mate Dean Thomas, who'd offered to make the posters for the kissing event. He could see the hopes of Gryffidor students spreading throughout the school, in order to help Hermione. Harry had seen crowds of students around the posters earlier in the day from the other houses, and felt it could be a success if they could get as many people as possible to help. Maybe among them there would be someone who actually liked Hermione, and could help wake her up. This was starting to remind Harry of another children's fairy tale from the muggle world. It was becoming sleeping beauty by the minute. Who would have ever thought a child's fairy tale could ever become so real. Whoever did this must either be a muggle born with little imagination, or someone who loves fairy tales, and had a sick idea of making them real for them. Harry had heard of psychologically deranged people, but was shocked to find it existed among the magical world too. Which only meant that being magic was no better than being muggle, and it seemed magical deranged people were much more dangerous than the norm. Harry grimaced and tried to push the thoughts away. Shrugging away the thoughts Harry went to his lessons with high hopes of bringing Hermione back.
Lessons were a drag, and no one hardly paid much attention to Hermione's empty seat as they had at the beginning. Perhaps people were getting used to not seeing her, or they were getting confident that nothing more was going to happen, and decided Hermione was the target after all. And that the intended target had been got, so no one else was in the firing light. Harry didn't know what they were thinking, and this worried him. He couldn't be sure if people would turn up later this evening or not, as he couldn't tell their moods. It all seemed to be fine earlier, there seemed to be some interest, or perhaps he had imagined it. He hoped it wasn't any of those, and only half paid attention to the teachers till the end of the day.
When lessons had ended Harry ran to the hospital wing. Once again he'd found the teachers and Dumbledore, trying yet again another potion. Which was another failed attempt, leaving the staff baffled and tense. Once again Harry and Ron were left to sit by Hermione's bed, but Harry didn't sit for long, as he marched to where Madam Pomfrey had her office and barged in, startling the now angry nurse.
"What is the meaning of this Potter?' She wailed as he barged in. Harry explained what he was planning and had organized, and tried to convince her to let the students into the hospital wing. At first she would not have any of it, but after much arguing, and stubbornness she agreed to let the students in.
So later that evening Harry and Ron returned to the hospital wing, with the rest of the gang, to anticipate the arrivals of the rest of the student body. Neville began to pace the ward, biting his finger nails, making the rest of the group feel restless. But soon enough, slowly by slowly, groups of students began to trickle in. Harry had been surprised at the number of boys who'd turned up to try, he hadn't expected so many. Once he was sure there was a good number of students, he began the kissing parade. Many boys had tried, and failed. Many more students arrived, and also tried, but no matter how many boys tried, nothing seemed to work. Harry had asked the group at large if any of them had actually liked Hermione, and a majority had gone red in the face saying they hadn't, but just wanted to try and see if they could help. Many people nodded in agreement. Harry began to despair.
When it came to Neville's turn to kiss her, he walked up to the bed nervously, tripped over Crookshanks who'd somehow managed to sneak in, and lay by the bed, and fell face forward, doing a somersault into the air and landed on the other side of the bed missing completely.
"Well I guess he's head over heals about her." Laughed the twins and everyone burst into laughter, causing poor Neville to go red in the face. Getting up he sat on a chair not too far away with a book to his nose, hiding his face in embarrassment. Once everyone had their go, Harry turned to Ron and asked,
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