"Did you kiss?' asked Hermione briskly. Ron sat up so fast he sent his ink bottle flying all over the rug. Disregarding this completely, he stared avidly at Harry. 'Well?' he demanded.Harry looked from Ron's expression of mingled curiosity and hilarity to Hermione's slight frown, and nodded.
'HA!' Ron made a triumphant gesture with his fist and went into a raucous peal of laughter that made several timid-looking second-years over beside the windowjump. A reluctant grin spread over Harry's face as he watched Ron rolling around on the hearthrug.Hermione gave Ron a look of deep disgust and returned to her letter.'Well?' Ron said finally, looking up at Harry. 'How was it?'Harry considered for a moment.'Wet,' he said truthfully.Ron made a noise that might have indicated jubilation or disgust, it was hard to
tell.'Because she was crying,' Harry continued heavily.'Oh,' said Ron, his smile fading slightly. 'Are you that bad at kissing?'
'Dunno,' said Harry, who hadn't considered this, and immediately felt rather worried. 'Maybe I am.''Of course you're not,' said Hermione absently, still scribbling away at her letter.'How do you know?' said Ron very sharply.'Because Cho spends half her time crying these days,' said Hermione vaguely.
'She does it at mealtimes, in the loos, all over the place.''You'd think a bit of kissing would cheer her up,' said Ron, grinning.
'Ron,' said Hermione in a dignified voice, dipping the point of her quill into her inkpot, 'you are the most insensitive wart I have ever had the misfortune to