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FIC--Learning Curve, Chapter One
Title: Learning Curve
Chapter Title: Lips on Lips
Rating: R for sexual situations
Pairing: None
Words: 1506
Summary: What are Ron and Harry's thoughts about their various sexual learning curves? Join Harry and Ron as they give us a glimpse into their lives...
Chapter Summary: A kiss is still a kiss...
Author Note: I realize that these two would NEVER publicly talk about stuff like this, so imagine that they are writing in a journal or something along that line.
Betas:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bennmorland, redhot_witch and anovelgirl
Learning Curve
Lips on Lips
I. Ron Weasley
Most people think that they know me better than I know myself, that I am an open book, simple to a fault. I resent that sometimes and I really like it when I surprise the hell out of them. Like when I became prefect rather than Harry. That was an ego boost like none other. Finally, someone believed in me and felt that I had something good to contribute.
But what does this have to do with kissing? Well, nothing really, except the element of surprise.
Lavender Brown was not the first girl I kissed.
Need a hand getting up off the floor?
Back in my sixth year at Hogwarts, Harry and I discovered Ginny snogging Dean Thomas behind a tapestry and she really irritated me by hinting that I had never snogged anyone. What followed that argument a few days later was the beginning of the biggest mistake of my life: Lavender Brown and her incessant, albeit talented, lips. But that's for a bit later.
Back to the other girl. The first girl.
Her name was Catherine and I knew her for thirty minutes.
I was thirteen, a few days before we left for Egypt. Mum sent me into the village to get some toothpaste and I was waiting in line at the druggist. A girl, oh about fifteen, was standing in front of me and she kept looking at me and giving me these little smiles that were kind of nice. She started talking to me as we waited and when we both paid for our purchases, we walked to the village square together and started talking.
As we sat on the bench talking, she all of a sudden leaned forward and kissed me. I didn’t know what to do, I was so scared. Then her tongue rubbed against my lips and I kissed her back, rather poorly I have to admit. She stuck her tongue in my mouth and I could hardly breathe. I pulled back with a slurp and looked at her, feeling the skin on my face grow hot with embarrassment.
Catherine looked over my shoulder and smiled. Out of curiosity, I turned around and saw the most muscular bloke I've ever seen. He had a look that told me I was going to die and miss going to Egypt.
Shite.
I never ran so fast in all my life.
Mum wasn't too happy that I'd left the toothpaste on the park bench.
Harry doesn't know about her as I'd like to avoid having the mickey taken out of me for the rest of my life. I also don't want him to know that while she was kissing me, I had the biggest hard on I'd ever had, up until that point in my life. Hey, I was thirteen. Gimme a break.
Hermione knows, of course, and I made her swear not to say anything to Harry. If she does, I'll tell Harry that she used to get herself off thinking about the three of us together.
Now to the part you all want to know about…Lavender Brown.
She was an amazing kisser, I'll give her that. And she taught me a lot about kissing and to this day, Hermione is extremely grateful to her for that.
Damn, I shouldn't have said that.
Oh well, she won't ever read this…
Lavender was very patient with me that first day in the common room. She'd run up to me and begun fawning all over me. It felt great, and the fact that a lovely, chesty girl wanted to be with me was one I couldn't pass up. We found a sofa and went to work. It was clumsy at first, of course. She was patient and ignored the times our teeth clashed against each other.
Normally, I'm not a very quick study. Schoolwork doesn't excite me the way it does some people…okay, Hermione…and I usually hate studying. But in this particular lesson, I am pleased to say I got an 'O.'
Kissing Lavender lost its appeal somewhere before Christmas. My heart just wasn't in it, but then it never had been, to tell you the truth. We had nothing much in common, except that she slept in the same room as Hermione, and I wanted to sleep with Hermione.
Ah, Hermione.
Now, my mother raised me to be a gentleman, and there is no way that I'm going to risk losing the privilege of kissing my dear Hermione.
But what I can tell you is very simple.
She tastes better than chocolate. She smells like fresh air and ink. Her tongue is like a fresh piece of chewing gum, pliable and strong. Kissing her is like Christmas and my birthday all wrapped into one.
I will never think of a kiss the same way after kissing Hermione.
II. Harry Potter
I was never the most experienced wizard when it came to girls. I had very little contact with anyone before I got to Hogwarts and to tell you the truth, I was a scared little kid most of the time. You'd be scared too if you had the most evil wizard chasing after you.
I liked girls, that was for sure, but I think the only thing they wanted was to be known as The Girl Who Kissed Harry. So I ignored them for the most part until the Christmas of my fourth-year when the Yule Ball was announced.
Once that happened, girls were everywhere. They followed me around, giggling. I hate giggly girls and they always travel in packs, never allowing me to get one of them alone.
At the time, of course, I was only interested in one of the members of the pack, Cho Chang.
When I think back over that time, I am highly embarrassed at what a complete and utter ass I was. I tripped over my feet and tongue every time she came near me, reducing me to a quivering mass of goo. When I did ask her to the dance, she trampled all over my heart when she told me that she was going with Cedric. And once the Ball finally rolled around, all I could do was stare at her like a big burke and make Parvati think that I was the biggest loser on the planet.
I did get to kiss her, however, in my fifth year at Hogwarts. It was pretty cool, if you ask me. We were underneath the mistletoe in the Room of Requirement after a DA meeting and it just kind of, happened, you know?
But the thing is, she cried during the whole thing, not exactly the ego boost I was hoping for. I kissed her for the second time, just trying to stop her from crying and the tears kept coming. I knew she was thinking of Cedric and I didn't care. I put my tongue in her mouth and I thought it was brilliant. She tore her mouth away from mine and kept on crying.
We ended up talking for twenty minutes, there on the floor of the room. She talked about feeling guilty over Cedric and I talked about, well, nothing. I rambled on and on about anything that popped into my head until we realized it was almost time for curfew.
On Valentine's Day, when the rest of the world was snogging at Madam Puddifoot's, I was miserable but I was with Cho. That should have been my first inkling that we weren't meant to be. I, like the clueless wanker I was, mentioned Hermione and that was the end of it. All that was left were glances across the Great Hall and awkward times in DA.
I will never, as long as I live, forget the next time I kissed a girl.
Ginny.
Wow. Now there's a girl who knows how to kiss.
It was something out of a film, the way it happened, really. I crawled into the common room and everyone erupted in cheers and I saw Ron, holding the Quidditch Cup. Out of the corner of my eye, a red blur ran toward me and then all of a sudden, there she was. Ginny was in my arms and…Heaven.
I don't know what it was that made me do it, but I lifted her up in my arms and kissed her. It felt so right, so natural and so bloody good that I can't give it the right words. I don't know how long we kissed…it felt hours or days. When we finally broke apart, we took off out the door and continued our kissing outside by the lake.
She taught me all about kissing. My previous attempt at snogging was a disaster compared to this. I knew she had more experience kissing than I did, but hell, I don't care. Her tongue…Merlin, she can do things with her tongue I never dreamed.
I had better stop now. I'm getting all worked up.
On a completely different note, the sweetest kisses I've ever had are those from my little girls.
Chapter Title: Lips on Lips
Rating: R for sexual situations
Pairing: None
Words: 1506
Summary: What are Ron and Harry's thoughts about their various sexual learning curves? Join Harry and Ron as they give us a glimpse into their lives...
Chapter Summary: A kiss is still a kiss...
Author Note: I realize that these two would NEVER publicly talk about stuff like this, so imagine that they are writing in a journal or something along that line.
Betas:
bennmorland, redhot_witch and anovelgirlLearning Curve
Lips on Lips
I. Ron Weasley
Most people think that they know me better than I know myself, that I am an open book, simple to a fault. I resent that sometimes and I really like it when I surprise the hell out of them. Like when I became prefect rather than Harry. That was an ego boost like none other. Finally, someone believed in me and felt that I had something good to contribute.
But what does this have to do with kissing? Well, nothing really, except the element of surprise.
Lavender Brown was not the first girl I kissed.
Need a hand getting up off the floor?
Back in my sixth year at Hogwarts, Harry and I discovered Ginny snogging Dean Thomas behind a tapestry and she really irritated me by hinting that I had never snogged anyone. What followed that argument a few days later was the beginning of the biggest mistake of my life: Lavender Brown and her incessant, albeit talented, lips. But that's for a bit later.
Back to the other girl. The first girl.
Her name was Catherine and I knew her for thirty minutes.
I was thirteen, a few days before we left for Egypt. Mum sent me into the village to get some toothpaste and I was waiting in line at the druggist. A girl, oh about fifteen, was standing in front of me and she kept looking at me and giving me these little smiles that were kind of nice. She started talking to me as we waited and when we both paid for our purchases, we walked to the village square together and started talking.
As we sat on the bench talking, she all of a sudden leaned forward and kissed me. I didn’t know what to do, I was so scared. Then her tongue rubbed against my lips and I kissed her back, rather poorly I have to admit. She stuck her tongue in my mouth and I could hardly breathe. I pulled back with a slurp and looked at her, feeling the skin on my face grow hot with embarrassment.
Catherine looked over my shoulder and smiled. Out of curiosity, I turned around and saw the most muscular bloke I've ever seen. He had a look that told me I was going to die and miss going to Egypt.
Shite.
I never ran so fast in all my life.
Mum wasn't too happy that I'd left the toothpaste on the park bench.
Harry doesn't know about her as I'd like to avoid having the mickey taken out of me for the rest of my life. I also don't want him to know that while she was kissing me, I had the biggest hard on I'd ever had, up until that point in my life. Hey, I was thirteen. Gimme a break.
Hermione knows, of course, and I made her swear not to say anything to Harry. If she does, I'll tell Harry that she used to get herself off thinking about the three of us together.
Now to the part you all want to know about…Lavender Brown.
She was an amazing kisser, I'll give her that. And she taught me a lot about kissing and to this day, Hermione is extremely grateful to her for that.
Damn, I shouldn't have said that.
Oh well, she won't ever read this…
Lavender was very patient with me that first day in the common room. She'd run up to me and begun fawning all over me. It felt great, and the fact that a lovely, chesty girl wanted to be with me was one I couldn't pass up. We found a sofa and went to work. It was clumsy at first, of course. She was patient and ignored the times our teeth clashed against each other.
Normally, I'm not a very quick study. Schoolwork doesn't excite me the way it does some people…okay, Hermione…and I usually hate studying. But in this particular lesson, I am pleased to say I got an 'O.'
Kissing Lavender lost its appeal somewhere before Christmas. My heart just wasn't in it, but then it never had been, to tell you the truth. We had nothing much in common, except that she slept in the same room as Hermione, and I wanted to sleep with Hermione.
Ah, Hermione.
Now, my mother raised me to be a gentleman, and there is no way that I'm going to risk losing the privilege of kissing my dear Hermione.
But what I can tell you is very simple.
She tastes better than chocolate. She smells like fresh air and ink. Her tongue is like a fresh piece of chewing gum, pliable and strong. Kissing her is like Christmas and my birthday all wrapped into one.
I will never think of a kiss the same way after kissing Hermione.
I was never the most experienced wizard when it came to girls. I had very little contact with anyone before I got to Hogwarts and to tell you the truth, I was a scared little kid most of the time. You'd be scared too if you had the most evil wizard chasing after you.
I liked girls, that was for sure, but I think the only thing they wanted was to be known as The Girl Who Kissed Harry. So I ignored them for the most part until the Christmas of my fourth-year when the Yule Ball was announced.
Once that happened, girls were everywhere. They followed me around, giggling. I hate giggly girls and they always travel in packs, never allowing me to get one of them alone.
At the time, of course, I was only interested in one of the members of the pack, Cho Chang.
When I think back over that time, I am highly embarrassed at what a complete and utter ass I was. I tripped over my feet and tongue every time she came near me, reducing me to a quivering mass of goo. When I did ask her to the dance, she trampled all over my heart when she told me that she was going with Cedric. And once the Ball finally rolled around, all I could do was stare at her like a big burke and make Parvati think that I was the biggest loser on the planet.
I did get to kiss her, however, in my fifth year at Hogwarts. It was pretty cool, if you ask me. We were underneath the mistletoe in the Room of Requirement after a DA meeting and it just kind of, happened, you know?
But the thing is, she cried during the whole thing, not exactly the ego boost I was hoping for. I kissed her for the second time, just trying to stop her from crying and the tears kept coming. I knew she was thinking of Cedric and I didn't care. I put my tongue in her mouth and I thought it was brilliant. She tore her mouth away from mine and kept on crying.
We ended up talking for twenty minutes, there on the floor of the room. She talked about feeling guilty over Cedric and I talked about, well, nothing. I rambled on and on about anything that popped into my head until we realized it was almost time for curfew.
On Valentine's Day, when the rest of the world was snogging at Madam Puddifoot's, I was miserable but I was with Cho. That should have been my first inkling that we weren't meant to be. I, like the clueless wanker I was, mentioned Hermione and that was the end of it. All that was left were glances across the Great Hall and awkward times in DA.
I will never, as long as I live, forget the next time I kissed a girl.
Ginny.
Wow. Now there's a girl who knows how to kiss.
It was something out of a film, the way it happened, really. I crawled into the common room and everyone erupted in cheers and I saw Ron, holding the Quidditch Cup. Out of the corner of my eye, a red blur ran toward me and then all of a sudden, there she was. Ginny was in my arms and…Heaven.
I don't know what it was that made me do it, but I lifted her up in my arms and kissed her. It felt so right, so natural and so bloody good that I can't give it the right words. I don't know how long we kissed…it felt hours or days. When we finally broke apart, we took off out the door and continued our kissing outside by the lake.
She taught me all about kissing. My previous attempt at snogging was a disaster compared to this. I knew she had more experience kissing than I did, but hell, I don't care. Her tongue…Merlin, she can do things with her tongue I never dreamed.
I had better stop now. I'm getting all worked up.
On a completely different note, the sweetest kisses I've ever had are those from my little girls.