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A series of First Kiss dribblets - Various
First posted: 06-20-2007


Neville/Draco - For neodandiesrule

He couldn't exactly explain why he decided to do it. When no one immediately stepped forward it seemed that it was the only thing he could do. He had seen what staying in St. Mungo's did to someone. There wasn't a single reason why he couldn't take care of him.

Neville arranged a room and collected all of the information that St. Mungo's could supply about his condition. Once everything was settled, Draco was moved into Neville's home.

The first few weeks were difficult. Draco would go into fits and he seemed to be afraid of the strangest things. He hated Neville's rose bushes, but he loved the carnivorous plants. Draco enjoyed the soft jazz music that Neville had a collection of, but seemed to get a headache from silence. None of it made sense, but considering the fact that Draco had been cursed into his current state, nothing seemed surprising.

After dinner one evening after they had been living together for nearly two months, Neville sat down on the sofa with a book to read. Draco wandered aimlessly around the room. He finally came to sit beside Neville on the sofa. Neville didn't look up from his reading. It was common for Draco to have so much restless energy and Neville didn't expect anything unusual to happen.

It was surprising what did happen, however. Draco leaned over and brushed his lips in a light kiss against Neville's cheek before resting his head against Neville's shoulder. Neville gapped at Draco for several moments in surprise. He brought up a hand to his cheek as if there would be some sort of mark from the kiss.

Draco didn't seem any more lucid than he had the day that he came to live with Neville. A small smile wormed it way onto Neville's face. He knew that it was better for Draco to have not stayed at the hospital.



Severus/Regulus - For shishio


Perhaps it would have been expected that their first kiss happened while in safely nestled in the security of Hogwarts. They were at the school together for five years and they barely spoke to one another. It wasn't until after Severus had left the castle for good and was sharing ink and a master with Regulus that they began to know one another.

"Why didn't we do this sooner?"

It was a fair question, but one that he could barely find an answer to. They had walked in different circles and associated with different people. It wasn't until they were required to work together that they even had the chance to be properly introduced.
"A hundred reasons, none of them very good."

"I'm not going to make it."

"I know."

"Then we should at least do this right."

The second kiss was as wonderful as the first. It wasn't electric or magical as he had always heard the girls say. It was soft and sweet, warming him better than any shot of alcohol. There was no doubt that they were doing it right.



Hoggle - For stupid_drawings


His first kiss was absolutely terrible. It wasn't from his mother ("who would kiss someone as ugly as you?") and it wasn't from any other family member (thank the stars for that, they're all ugly). No anything that ended in his being sent nearly head first into the bog of eternal stench was awful and completely unacceptable.

*groan mumble curse*

She didn't even apologize for not listening to him. The nerve of some people. She was the reason they were in so much trouble in the first place. He liked it so much better when the King didn't even know his name.

"Hug-gle?"

And why did they invite him to the wedding in the first place? Sure he was Sarah's friend, even if she did have terrible taste in kings. He looked stupid in the imitation suit that she told him to wear.

"Hug-gle!"

Ugh! She's kiss him now. That's disgusting.

"HUG-GLE!"

Hoggle jumped in surprise not expecting to be yelled at. He looked down at the raven haired girl that was a spitting image of her mother. Tessa was Sarah's daughter from her first (failed) marriage.

"I was trying to talk to you," Tessa said, looking put upon.

"Well, whaddya want?"

Tessa smiled brightly and hopped onto her toes to reach up and kiss Hoggle's cheek. "Tank you for coming to my mummy's wedding."

Hoggle put a hand to his cheek, his face turning an interesting shade of red orange. "What'd ya do that for?"

"Because I like you."

"Oh…"



Sirius/Remus - For shishio

Sirius spent the summer secretly learning as much as he could so that when it came the time he would be able to do it perfectly. There were a few questionable moments. Mostly trying to figure out who he wanted really, it wasn't as if he decided to go around kissing as many people as he could possibly find only because he wanted to kiss Remus really good. Actually he kissed a lot of people mostly because he didn't know that he wanted to kiss Remus. He just knew that he wanted to kiss someone.

So the first step to kiss Remus Lupin was to in fact realize that that was a life goal. That happened towards the end of the summer. They were seated in the Potter's backyard relaxing. Remus was reading and Sirius sat watching the way the faint breeze made his hair move. Remus caught him in this embarrassing position and questioned him. Sirius knew in that moment that he wanted to kiss him. Kiss him simply because he was beautiful.

He couldn't say as much at the moment, so he bided his time, looking for the right moment. It wouldn't be that hard…right?

Seven months went by and a perfectly good Christmas with it. There was mistletoe everywhere and Remus got sick and couldn't leave the hospital wing the entire holiday. Valentine's Day came and went and Remus hid himself in the library because he was more worried about their upcoming NEWTS to care about the holiday.

Sirius was about to give up all hope when he found them completely alone in their dorm room. He locked the door and cornered Remus on his bed.

"I've been trying to do this for months. I can't take it anymore," Sirius said. He grabbed hold of his roommate by the arms and kissed him roughly.

None of his experience had shown him how electric it could be kissing Remus. It hadn't prepared him for Remus to return the kiss eagerly or for him to press himself flush against Sirius. It hadn't been enough information for him to know that by this one kiss they would end up naked on the bed and thoroughly sated several minutes later.

"Wow…" Sirius said in amazement.

Remus grinned. "I had hoped you would do that for a while now."



Schuldig/Farfarello - For dungeons_master


"It's not that damn hard! You just pucker up and take it like a man!"

"Kissing is an after effect of love. Love is God's poison."

Schuldig felt like he was running around in circles trying to convince Farfarello to just shut up and kiss him. There was a wall not too far away, it worked to stop the voices in his head, and it might work just as well to block out the sound of the loose-cannon that he decided would be a good bedmate for the evening.

Crawford had locked him in the house with the crazy Irish man and he was certain that he was going to kill him for it later. He was 16 years old and should be allowed to leave the condo if he wanted to. There was a world of people out there and he wanted to have sex. It wasn't like he was getting any from Crawford considering he perpetually had a stick up his ass.

"Why can't a kiss be a sin?" Schuldig reasoned, attempting to reason with Farfarello. "Why does it have to do with love? Why can't it all just be sex?"

Farfarello arched a brow, pausing from licking his knife for a moment. "Sex is a sin."

Schuldig nodded his head quickly. "Yes, exactly. Kissing can be a sin, too. I mean…God hates fags anyway."

A light flickered in Farfarello's eyes and a feral grin slipped onto his face. "God hates fags," he echoed.

Faster than Schuldig had been prepared for, Farfarello had him pinned to the wall. His knife flashed with the reflected light from the simple 60 watt bulb as it hovered over them. Schuldig's throat closed suddenly as he expected Farfarello to do something drastic. Crawford had warned him not to let him loose and he ignored him once again.

"We will make kissing hurt God," Farfarello said. Brought the knife down, slicing across Schuldig's lips roughly. The young telepath cried out in pain, but was silence by the pale Irishman's tongue and lips greedily enjoying the blood pouring from them.




Yuki/Hatsuharu - For dependonyou


"You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

Yuki huddled under the blanket that he was being forced to share with Hatsuharu. It had been all Hatsuharu's idea for them to end up in such a terribly stereotypical situation. There was a vacation house in the mountains and Hatsuharu had insisted that they could go there for the holiday. It would do Yuki good to get away from everything for a while. Yuki had reluctantly agreed because he did in fact want to be as far away from Shigure's home as possible. The damn dog had been inviting his brother over far too often as of late and Yuki was having enough stress with his position as Student Council President.

Hatsuharu didn't seem phased by the cold or by Yuki's harsh words. "I didn't plan on there being only two blankets. I didn't think I would have run into the power generator either," he deadpanned.

That brought up their current predicament once more. After arriving at the location, Hatsuharu had gotten it into his head that he could collect firewood for them from the wood pile outside. Yuki should have known better than to allow the directionally challenged ox outside. In the process of getting horribly lost, Hatsuharu had run into the power generator and it was no longer working. They were forced to see by firelight and remain as close to the fireplace as possible. Thankfully they were being collected the next day so they wouldn't have to stay in this miserable house much longer. Next time, Yuki knew that he would come up with an escape route.

"If you're cold you should sit closer. Body heat is good for keeping you warm," Hatsuharu said. He looked down at Yuki and a grin suddenly appeared on his face.

Yuki gulped with the sudden fear that Hatsuharu had suddenly gone black on him. Did he upset him or do something wrong?

Hatsuharu leaned in very close, their lips suddenly just a breath apart. A shiver ran down Yuki's spine and he was too stunned to do what he would normally have done (pound his head into the floor, of course).

"I'll keep you warm, Yuki."

That was all the warning that Hatsuharu gave before he closed the remaining distance between them, kissing Yuki firmly.

All of the proper alarms went off in Yuki's head. The problem was that he was suddenly very warm and that was nice. Too nice. In fact his brain might be overheated. It would certainly explain why he couldn’t seem to move or stop those soft lips from their continued caress.

Hatsuharu pulled away after a long moment and his expression was soft. “I’ll keep you warm, Yuki,” he said.

“Oh…okay…”

Wait! That’s not what he wanted to say. He was supposed to hit him. He was supposed to be angry.

Hatsuharu’s face brightened and he quickly pulled Yuki into his lap, hugging him loosely. “Good. I’m sorry that I caused trouble. I just wanted you to be happy.”

Yuki let out a silent mental sigh. That’s all Hatsuharu ever wanted for him, and Yuki couldn’t find it in him to be upset about that. It was warmer sitting curled up with Hatsuharu. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to stay there for just a little while longer.




Hermione/Tonks - for lupintonks85


“What do you mean you’ve never kissed a girl before?” Ginny asked in shock. “You told me that you had thought about doing-“

“That’s enough right there,” Hermione said, looking scandalized.

Ginny smirked. “Well we’re just going to have to rectify that, aren’t we?”

Hermione immediately put up her hands. “Now don’t get me wrong, Ginny. I might have said I had an interest in it before, but really I…well…you see you’re very close…like my sister.”

Ginny tossed her head back and laughed. “Who said anything about me? We’re going to go play spin the bottle.”

*

Hermione couldn’t fathom how she had been convinced to do this. There were plenty of celebrations going on now that the war was over. How did she let Ginny con her into joining the group of graduated or nearly graduated DA members. Tonks had found her way to them and was happily seated among them when the bottle was first placed on the floor. It was supposed to be just a silly game and most of them were drunk enough that they wouldn’t remember much the next day.

Ginny had suggested the game, and was most the least intoxicated out of all of them, save Hermione herself. She looked straight at Hermione with a smirk and said, “I think Hermione should go first.”

Hermione’s face turned a dark shade of red. “That’s all right. I don’t have to go first.”

“The bottle isn’t going to bite,” Ginny teased.

“I might,” Justin quipped. It would have been smooth if he hadn’t hiccupped immediately afterward.

Hermione rolled her eyes and attempted to decline again when Tonks moved forward to take hold of the bottle. “Don’t worry, I’ll go first,” she said, giving the bottle a good spin.

Time seemed to slow for several long moments as the bottle continued to rotate and slowly come to a stop. Hermione’s gulp was nearly audible as she realized that despite he protests, she would be going first.

Tonks laughed. “Looks like it you were meant to go first,” she said, crawling across the circle to where Hermione sat.

Hermione attempted a quick, last moment retreat, but Tonks was on her faster than a drunk woman should have been able to. Tonks looked down at Hermione playfully. “Don’t worry, I promise I won’t bite.”

Hands came up to card through her hair and pink lips came in contact with her own. It was nothing at all like kissing a boy had been. Tonks was so soft and thorough, slowly drawing the air, no the very life from her. Hermione’s head spun and she clung to Tonks to ensure that she didn’t fall over.

It was over as quickly as it started, Tonks pulled back and continued to smile. “I could do that again!” she said with a laugh before returning to her spot.

I could probably do that again, too…



Severus/Remus - for mnemosyne_1


“I brought you a present, Severus.”

“What is it this time?”

Lupin grinned mischievously, holding a package behind his back. All he could see was a rather garish red wrapping covering it.

“It’s something that you want, but in order to get it you have to do something that I ask,” Lupin said.

Severus arched a brow. “Do something? For you?”

“Yes I realize that it could cause you to lose both of your arms and your ability to walk, but I promise that it is very simple.”

Severus rolled his eyes. Why was it that the damn werewolf always chose a moment when he was working? He put his quill down and leaned back in his chair.

“It would be very difficult for me to determine if what you are asking is worth what I receive,” Severus said.

Lupin’s grin faltered, not expecting his logic to be ruined in one quick stroke. Obviously the werewolf had not properly thought through his attempt.
“Well…I could tell you…”

“Get on with it.”

Lupin ran a hand through his hair, looking more uncomfortable by the moment. Severus could barely contain his satisfied smirk. Watching Lupin squirm was certainly pleasant.

“Oh bloody fuck it,” Lupin cursed, leaning quickly over Severus and pressing a short and fleeting kiss to his lips. He dropped the package into Severus’s lap as soon as he pulled away, moving quickly across the room to avoid any sudden backhands.

Severus was shocked by the sudden movement, but looked between Lupin and the package for a moment before removing the paper. Inside the paper was a rather rare potions text that he did not currently have in his collection. The whole plan came together in his mind and Severus could not hold back the laughter.

Lupin glared at him. “What’s so funny?”

Severus stood up and put the book on his desk before heading over to Lupin. “Obviously you, Remus,” he said, backing him into a corner.

Remus looked frantically for a way out of his predicament, but Severus had him against the wall with a hand on either side of his head.

“I don’t believe that you were properly compensated for your gift. Such a pathetic brush of lips is not enough for such a gift,” Severus said.

The second kiss was much more, deep, hard, with teeth and tongue. Remus clung to him as if the world had suddenly fallen out from under him. It left them both panting for breath as they pulled apart.

“Should I assume that you have more gifts to give to me in exchange for this sort of compensation?” Severus asked.

“Actually I spent too much on that book, so I won’t be able to get any gifts for at least two months…”