Author's Notes: Written for Asking Me Where My Love Grows' First Kiss Challenge on the HPFC forum.
Boys are so easy – too easy – to manipulate.
I grasp onto the front of Ron's shirt and pull him down into an armchair. His eyes widen with surprise as I climb into his lap, running my fingers through his hair.
"Lavender–" he begins, but I silence him by smashing my mouth against his and moaning as though I've wanted to do this all my life, instead of just in the last half hour when I decided that Ron would be plenty of fun to toy with.
And, stupid boy that he is, he falls for it.
When, I wonder as I press my body tightly against his, will boys ever learn that girls only like toying with them? Maybe there are some girls who have real feelings for boys, but I'm not one of them. Every boy in the world should know that about my by now, and yet they still respond so enthusiastically. I can still trick them – without even saying a word – into thinking they're the most important, desirable people in the world.
Everything's going as planned – I'm working my way steadily towards a good, no-strings-attached one-night stand – when Ron's hand presses against the back of my neck, and he whispers against my lips,
"I really like you, Lav…"
This startles me, and I pull back for half a second.
He's smiling stupidly, giving me this big hopeful grin, like a dog or teddy bear or something. Like he thinks he can win me over so easily.
But I find myself soften a little, smile back – a real smile, not just a seductive one. Most boys don't say things like that.
It's quite nice, really.
God damnit, I think I might not mind him so much…