Harry Potter and the Snog Aftermath

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Harry was singing. Maybe not fully singing, because he did not know all the words to "A Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love," but he knew a few here and there. He had picked up enough of the melody over the years, at least, to be able to hum along loudly, mumbling where there should have been lyrics

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It wouldn't have been hard to offer words of comfort, and all things considered, with Harry and Ron both being as inebriated as they were, there probably wasn't much point in scolding them, or trying to show them the fallacies in their logic. But Hermione was rarely a girl who went along with the easiest course of action, finding herself unable to get Harry's hopes up even so shortly after he'd wandered into their hut, singing. Her nose wrinkled, slight exasperation showing on her face. "Honestly, Ron," she sighed, tilting her head. "If we're using that as our standard, then the two of us must have been dating for years already."

Ignoring the way the statement alone was able to bring a soft flush to her cheeks, she turned to Harry, a contemplative look on her face as she pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear, mostly to buy her time. "At any rate, Harry, if the two of you agreed on this after... having had so much to drink, then there's a chance that tomorrow, she either won't remember having had the talk at all, or might doubt how serious you were in making the offer," she explained patiently, nodding. "You should make sure that you talk to her again, when the both of you are sober. I have it on good authority that she's quite fond of you, so you probably don't have to worry. Much."

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Harry managed to muffle something of a snort at Hermione's first comment, pretending instead to be coughing as though his water had gone down the wrong pipe. They sort of had been dating for years, only neither of them had known it, in Harry's mind.

"Well of course she's fond of me," he pointed out with the same goofy grin as he had worn when first entering the hut. "She kissed me. That's-- I mean, she wouldn't have kissed me if she didn't want to do something. ...Right?"

Now a different kind of worry took Harry, not so strong as before. Before he had worried he had done wrong by Kate somehow, not done what she wanted. Now he worried that maybe Kate had done wrong by Harry.

Only then he remembered the snogging and decided in the moment that there was nothing wrong by that, even if it never happened again.