Pairing: RonxHarry
Rating: G
Warning: Slash, fluff
Word count: 458
Disclaimer: I own nothing in connection with the characters used in this fanfiction

Kiss

It had been when they were sitting in the otherwise empty Gryffindor common room in the early hours of Sunday morning where Ron had said, "I don't get girls."

"Oh?" Harry said, looking up from a copy of 'Quidditch Through the Ages' that he had been idly browsing. "What about them don't you get?"

"Well, they're too complicated sometimes, aren't they?" Ron said. "They're always worrying about what they look like," (Harry quickly covered his mouth to stop himself from laughing as he briefly recalled the fuss Ron had made about his second-hand dress robes), "how their hair is, fingernails..." he paused to sigh and roll his eyes. "Then there's all that emotion stuff. They're happy, then they're sad, they like someone, then they like someone else, then-"

"I get it," Harry said quickly.

Ron sighed and shook his head. "But guys," he continued. "Guys are simple. They don't worry about hair curls, or how many frills are on the hem of their robes, or kissing-"

He was interrupted again when Harry snorted.

"You worry about kissing," he said when Ron shot him a somewhat insulted but questioning look. "Remember when Fleur kissed you on the cheeks at the end of that year? You wouldn't shut up about it for half the train journey; should you have kissed her back, why weren't you brave enough, would you have been any good, what if she laughed-"

"At least she would have laughed," Ron retorted. "Remember when you told us about kissing Cho? You said she wouldn't stop crying."

"That's because she was remembering Cedric, and worrying about Quidditch, and all those other things Hermione told us about, remember?"

"Sure mate," Ron said as he crossed his arms and sat back in his chair. "But I still think that at least a little of it was because you're bad at kissing."

Harry felt insulted. "I'm not."

"Oh yeah," said Ron. "Prove it."

Perhaps it was because Harry, living up to the Gryffindor name, always rose to the challenge. Perhaps it was rampaging teenage hormones whizzing around excitedly at the friendly argument. Perhaps it was, as the Sorting Hat had put it, a thirst to prove himself. Perhaps it was even a little bit of all three.

Whatever it was, the copy of 'Quidditch Through the Ages' was suddenly discarded onto the floor as Harry quickly leaned forward and kissed Ron, rather clumsily, on the lips.

When he sat back, the air around them suddenly seemed to become very thick. Ron's face looked shocked, his mouth hanging open.

"Well?" Harry said after a moment.

Ron's mouth closed and formed into a small smile. "You call that a kiss?"

Afterwards, Harry had to admit that Ron was actually quite good at kissing.

END