A/N: This story will be similar to my Kissing Friday the mature version, but some parts will be different. So if you've read the mature version, don't be surprised if parts of this are the same. *grin* Thanks to Ella and Eric who betaed the first version of this.

February 5, 1997

Hermione Granger held her book Unusual British Holiday Customs a little higher in front of her in order to block out the sight of her best friend falling all over her roommate. She scowled before turning back to the page in front of her.

"Hermione, must you read at the table? Can't you at least talk to me?" Harry Potter, her other best friend, pleaded with her as he glanced around them. "I mean," he lowered his voice so only she could hear him, "I know we're surrounded by couples and it's coming up on that dreaded day, but please, make an effort for me. I get bored just stuffing food in my mouth. I'm not Ron, you know."

"I know. I'm sorry, Harry," she apologized. She placed her book down on the table. "It's just that this book is really fascinating. Did you know that there is such a holiday known as Plough Monday? It's the first Monday after Twelfth Night."

"Plough Monday? What did they bless the ploughs or something?" Harry responded with a puzzled look.

"Exactly." Hermione wrinkled her forehead over the fact that Harry figured it out so quickly. "Well, at least in medieval times they did, although it was on Sunday it was blessed."

Before she could continue on, Harry interjected, "Are there any other interesting customs like that in the book?"

To answer him, she picked it back up and turned back to the page she had been on. She skimmed the next few pages before gasping and looking scandalized.

Harry quickly asked, "What? What is it?"

Hermione whispered, "I can see why that particular holiday went out of fashion." She shut the book and stuffed it in her bag.

"Oh, come on, Hermione. Tell me. Please," Harry pleaded.

Hermione shook her head and finished eating. Harry continued to beg her to tell him about what she had read all through the remainder of their classes. While everyone else was working on practicing the new charm that Professor Flitwick had taught them, Harry cast a Muffliato so he could continue working on Hermione without getting in trouble.

"Hermione," Harry said in a sing-song voice, slightly reminiscent of the Weasley twins. "Hermione. Please tell me about that holiday." After several minutes of continuous pleading to her back as she tried to work on her charm, Hermione turned around in a huff.

"Fine," she hissed. "There is an unusual custom that actually is no longer in fashion called Kissing Friday. There, are you happy? Can I go back to working on my charm now?"

"Kissing Friday? So what is the custom? I mean, what kind of custom could there be about kissing? Wait, I got it. Kissing actually refers to rubbing noses and that can only happen on Fridays, right?" Harry looked truly perplexed over this idea. Hermione's inner nature warred with herself. She wanted to share her knowledge, but her sense of responsibility as a prefect made her question letting anyone know about this as the custom could raise lots of problems if some of the boys in the school found out exactly how it worked. As she decided what to do, she listened with half an ear as Harry muttered all sorts of theories about what "Kissing Friday" was. With a shake of her head, she pulled out her book. Turning to the page, which described the custom, she handed it to Harry.

Harry read it aloud. " 'Kissing Friday is the Friday after Ash Wednesday. A day in the year when boys can kiss any girl without fear of rejection or punishment. In Leicestershire, if the girl does not allow the boy to kiss her, then he is allowed to pinch her behind.' So wait, does this mean a boy can kiss any girl regardless of whether they are in a relationship or not?"

Hermione worried her bottom lip. "Well, that's my take on it."

"But why wouldn't you tell me? What is so dangerous about this? Wait, when is Ash Wednesday?" Harry asked.

"Next Wednesday," Hermione said very softly, hoping that Harry wouldn't be able to hear her. Harry's face froze in shock.

"So you're telling me that 'Kissing Friday' is Valentine's Day?" Harry queried.

"Uh-huh. Now do you understand why I don't want anyone to know about this? Can you imagine the chaos that would ensue if boys knew that according to custom they could kiss someone's girlfriend without being punished?" Hermione's eyes narrowed as she noticed that Harry wasn't really paying her any attention. In fact, knowing him like she did, she would say that he was planning something.

Behind both of them, but close enough to hear as the Muffliato was aimed towards Professor Flitwick, Seamus Finnegan just smiled.

As the news of the custom made its rounds of the boys' rumor mill, Harry debated internally. Should he kiss Ginny? The monster in his chest purred at the idea. But she's dating Dean, his nobility streak argued back. I can't get in trouble as I can claim that it's Kissing Friday. Still, Dean's your roommate. Plus, what would Ron say? He had almost decided not to do anything, but one final thought cropped into his mind. How often does Kissing Friday happen on Valentine's Day? It's positively providential. You've got to show your Gryffindor courage. Making his decision, he started plotting as to where he would kiss her.

February 7, 1997

At the brush of something against her hair, Ginny Weasley rolled over only to find a huge pair of black eyes looking at her. She startled and pulled the covers up to her shoulders. Blinking rapidly several times, she looked at the big barn owl that was perched on the edge of her bed.

"How did you get in here?" she whispered as she didn't want to wake her roommates. The black eyes just blinked at her as the owl stuck its foot out towards her hand. Puzzled, Ginny untied the package and watched as the white-faced bird hopped off the bed and out the curtains. She sat up and wondered who would have sent her something that wouldn't have been delivered with the rest of the mail. Apparently, it's not from my family as that would have come with Errol. It better not be from Dean as we made the deal not to get each other presents for Valentine's. So who could it be?, she thought.

Ginny gently peeled back the plain brown paper, ready for anything that might come out. This reaction was of course the result of living with the twins for too long. As she opened the lid very slowly, a small golden ball flew out. Instinctively, she reached out with her right hand and snatched it out of the air. Once she touched it, the ball fell open in two pieces. Lying in the middle of the snitch was a small Gryffindor lion, which stood and walked to the edge of her palm looking up at her.

"Oh, aren't you darling?" she murmured to the feline. Looking into the box, she saw a piece of parchment. Ginny lowered her hand to allow the lion to walk onto her pillow and watched as it yawned and curled into a ball. Reaching into the box, she pulled out the sheet.


This lion is a reminder of how great a Quidditch player you are as it comes in the Snitch that you caught to win us the cup last year.

Your secret admirer

My secret admirer? So who could that be? Must be Gryffindor by what it says in the message. Hmm, Ginny thought. She went through all the boys in Gryffindor; yet other than Dean, she couldn't come up with anybody who would do this. After all, she was dating Dean. Why would anyone else do this? Unable to figure anything out, Ginny decided to watch everyone closely to see if she could determine who the admirer was.

Over the next week, Ginny received some sort of gift each day. One day, she got a snack from one of the house-elves while she was studying. The day before Valentine's, she received another gift. This one was a pair of Chaser gloves. She puzzled over that gift as she was still uncertain as to who it could be. However, there was another note.


If you liked your gifts, please meet me tomorrow after your last class at the Room of Requirement.

Your secret admirer

Ginny normally met up with Dean after that class, so she started devising a way to pacify Dean while discovering who this admirer was. She knew who she wanted it to be, but she didn't want to get her hopes up as she didn't think it could possibly be him.

February 14, 1997

Ginny spent an exceptionally long time packing up as she was still trying to come up with a reasonable excuse not to hang out with Dean in the common room like normal. She slowly made her way out the classroom door. As she expected, Dean was lounging against the wall opposite her class. He pushed himself off the wall when he saw her.

"Hey, what took you so long?" Dean asked, puzzled.

"Oh, I was just thinking about things," Ginny responded, smiling brightly at him. He grabbed her hand as they started up towards the Gryffindor common room. Once they reached the portrait hole, Dean made as if to assist her in when she turned to him, "Really? Do you think I have to have help? Come on, Dean. I'm not a damsel in distress, you know." Brushing past him, she stormed through the common room up to her dorm to drop off her books.

Coming back down, she noticed that Dean had found them a place on a couch. Ginny winced as she thought about what she was getting ready to do, but she stopped short when Parvati sat down beside Dean. Ginny noticed that Parvati put her hand high on Dean's thigh before leaning over to him. Dean swooped in and kissed Parvati. She was stunned to see her boyfriend kiss another girl. Ginny snapped out of her stupor to go marching over to the couch.

"How dare you! Are you not supposed to be my boyfriend? And yet, you were kissing her!" Ginny slapped Dean before turning to rush out the portrait hole.

Dean yelled after her, "But it's Kissing Friday!"

Ginny furiously marched toward the Room of Requirement. Kissing Friday, indeed! What the hell is that supposed to mean? I'll show him Kissing Friday! Oh, I hope my admirer is still in here, she thought. Luckily, there was a large brown door leading to the room, which meant that someone was in there waiting. Ginny crossed to the door and turned the knob. As the door opened, Ginny walked in and was scanning the room for signs of anyone when the door closed behind her. A blindfold was tied over her eyes. She started to panic until the person took her in his arms and whispered "It's okay Gin." Then she knew who it was. How could she not recognize that voice? She tipped her head up towards the sound of his voice.

Lips gently touched hers as the mysterious boy gathered her closer to him. Ginny felt weak at the knees. She couldn't believe that she was being kissed by the one that she had longed for after all this time. After an incredibly short time to Ginny, he pulled away from her. The boy ran his hands down her arms to bring her hands to his lips. Kissing the back of both of them, he whispered "Until another time. I remain your admirer."

Ginny tried to take the blindfold off, but it wouldn't budge. She heard the door close behind her and pulled desperately at the sash covering her eyes. A few minutes later, it simply fell off her face. Scrambling to get back to the common room to find the mysterious male, she darted out of the Room of Requirement and back to the tower.

Climbing through the portrait hole, Ginny was amazed to see boys everywhere kissing girls. She stood in wonderment at the sight. With a quick sweep of her eyes around the room, she discovered that Harry was nowhere to be found. Deciding that she wanted to relive her memories from the Room of Requirement, she took off for her dorm room and her bed.

Hugging her pillow to her, she marveled over the fact that Harry had not been downstairs in the kissing melee like her boyfriend. No, apparently the only one that Harry Potter had kissed was her.

Hermione Granger sighed heavily as she sat on her bed in her dorm room. She had pulled the curtains tight so that Lavender and Parvati wouldn't see her brooding. Normally, she left that pastime to Harry, but today being Valentine's Day, well, she didn't even really want to think about it. Yet, she didn't want to go downstairs to the Common Room on the off chance that Ron would be there with her. Honestly, she thought she had given Ron all the right signals, and really, how thick could a boy be? But still he had chosen Lavender? Don't get her wrong, Lavender was a Gryffindor and her roommate. She got along fairly well with her considering the fact that Lavender was a lot like the girls who teased Hermione unmercifully when she was in primary school. Maybe it was the fact that they at least had magic in common, but Hermione wasn't so upset that Lavender was seeing Ron. After all, it just showed that Lavender had good taste.

No, the person she was really upset with was none other than Ron Weasley. She had thought that he would have figured out that the way they snapped at each other was a form of foreplay, but no, apparently he's just too dense. Oh, and let's not forget Ron's jealous behaviour at the Yule Ball. Did that wake him up? No.

Tears started to slide down her face, but she hastily wiped them from her cheeks and took a deep breath. Hermione decided that she had to get out of that room. Maybe she could go to the library or go on patrol. She knew that Harry had snuck off somewhere right after last class, so he would not help distract her. She needed to do something to get her mind off Ron.

Determined, she crossed to the loo, splashed water on her face before pulling out a towel and blotting her face dry. Taking a look at herself in the mirror-- something she generally avoided doing--, she thought that no one could really tell what she had been doing up here. Besides, no one would get close enough to spot the slight red rims of her eyes. Straightening her uniform blouse, she opened the door and headed down the stairs.

After a quick glance up to view the room before looking back at her feet to make sure she didn't miss a step, Hermione skidded to a stop. Her eyes widened as she saw boys roaming the room kissing girl after girl and the girls were just letting them. Well, this would just have to stop! Clearing her throat, she called for attention.

"Everyone! Everyone! Please listen up." Hermione fairly yelled to get heard above the din. No one stopped or even seemed to pay her any mind. Straightening her back, she cast a quick Sonorous on herself before trying to get their attention once more.

"Boys, while yes, it is the holiday known as Kissing Friday that custom has not been celebrated since the nineteen-forties. So please, stop before I have to go to Professor McGonagall," Hermione told the room. She cast a Quietus at her throat, even though she saw boys picking up right where they left off. Her mind was nearly frozen in panic as she didn't know how she was going to deal with this. She let out a small scream as she silently cursed one Harry James Potter. "I knew this would happen. Oh, I'm going to kill Harry," she muttered under her breath.

Hermione stepped off the stair and right into Ron. She stumbled slightly, causing Ron to grab her arms to help her balance once more. She glanced up at him slightly before blushing and saying, "Sorry."

"Hermione, did you just say something about Harry? Do you know where he is?" Ron asked. She looked into his incredibly blue eyes. She didn't know why Ginny thought green eyes were so great, blue ones could just melt your heart. For a moment, she forgot what he asked her, but then her brain powered up.

"I don't know where the prat is and he better not let me find him. Or he'll have worse to deal with than some birds circling his head," Hermione said, her eyes flashing.

"What's happened? Why are you mad with him?" Ron seemed sincere, but she had had enough of his indifference toward her.

"Why? What do you care? It's not like you've spent any time with us the past few months. I mean, really, why don't you just go find Lavender?" Hermione lashed out, uncaring about the scene she was creating. Ron simply grabbed her hands, which were flying around and trapped them between their bodies as he stepped closer to her. She let out a shocked gasp. The heat that was rolling off his body ignited a fire in her. She knew that she must have looked like a guppy out of water, but the feelings that were rushing through were like none she had experienced before. She fought to get her hands free, but Ron was too strong.

"Bloody hell, Hermione. Calm down. Just tell me why you're upset with Harry. He didn't stand you up or anything, did he?" Ron said quietly and calmly. If she had been thinking straight, she would have thought that a Ron who was calm was a dangerous one. At this point, however she was beyond mad. How dare he insinuate that she and Harry were a couple and that Harry would have stood her up!

"Ronald Weasley, are you implying that I'm the kind of girl who would get stood up? Besides, I have never thought of Harry like that. He's like my brother. I honestly can't believe you! I'm mad with him because all of this," she tried to gesture to the room, but Ron still refused to let go of her hands, "is his fault. He had to tell everyone about the custom that was mentioned in my book. Let go of my hands, Ron! I have to go see Professor McGonagall."

Her chest heaving in anger, she was about to let loose some of the epithets that she had heard Ron and some of the older boys use when Ron pulled her up on her toes. Startled, her mouth fell slightly open as Ron descended his head to lay his lips on hers. He had let go of her hands, but it slipped Hermione's notice as her eyelids fluttered closed. Without being aware of what it was she was doing, her hands crept up his chest to encircle Ron's neck. As his lips massaged hers, she felt his tongue creep out to gently prod her lips. She slammed them closed and pulled back. What the …

Forgetting about everything but what had just happened, Hermione backed away, tripping on the stairs. When Ron tried to help her, she scrambled back out of his reach. She couldn't get her mind to work. Why was Ron doing this to her? He had Lavender. He had made his choice very clear. Why would he kiss her? She raced up the stairs to her room, ignoring Ron's desperate pleas for her to come back.