Save All Your Kisses for Me

AKissInACrisis

Story Summary:
The Gryffindor boys of Harry Potter's year all have one thing in common. They've all been kissed by Ginny Weasley. Ginny-centric Gen, with, obviously, some romance. Oneshot.

Chapter 01

Posted:
06/22/2007
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Author's Notes: The title belongs to the Brotherhood of Man song of the same name. Beta-read by pumpkinpasty, whom this is dedicated to.

Save All Your Kisses for Me

Ginny Weasley, a pretty, vivacious, slightly irritating redhead in her late twenties, has a secret. It's a silly secret, not one that's likely to upset anyone, but she keeps it to herself all the same - you see, it's a special sort of knowledge which only she has. The thing is, in the year of Hogwarts that had been Harry Potter's year - not Ginny's, she was in the year below - there were five Gryffindor boys. And Ginny, in a way - this is the bit she likes to keep to herself - knows things about them which no one else does, or ever will. Because Ginny Weasley is the only girl who has kissed all five of them.

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Dean Thomas was a cool Muggle-born who knew things about music, but in private, he was very, very earnest. She liked that about him: the small smile, the sketching in public, which he, of course, could get away with ... and then, when they were by themselves, the huge grin that used to spread across his face like a moonbeam, making her want to jump on him and tackle him to the sofa.

Ginny used to know a lot about Dean, but the details have faded with time - it is funny, now, to think that she was probably his most serious girlfriend. Out of everyone, it might be she who knows the most about him.

Obviously, she kissed him - she doesn't need to go into that, does she? They were boyfriend and girlfriend. Boyfriend and girlfriend for ... oh, four, maybe five, months properly, and then there were the few months in which they fell apart and stopped working. They went on for quite a long time; their relationship was alarmingly mature. Those last few months were very messy, in a nevertheless grown-up way; no wonder she ended up breaking up with him over something so silly.

She sometimes worries that Dean had been in love with her, but she doesn't really believe it.

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The fact that Ginny Weasley once had a drunken snog with Seamus Finnegan is not common knowledge. It was Christmas of '97, and at the common room's Christmas party, they were the two most plastered people there. Leaning against the wall, surrounded by the sounds of noisy chatter and last year's Christmas number one, he raised an eyebrow, leered slightly, and offered her some Firewhiskey. She took it from him, gulped some down, wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, and leaned in for a kiss.

She didn't really fancy Seamus, but she was single, bored, and lonely - and the languid, slippery feel of alcohol-fuelled tongues was something she hadn't felt in a long time. She distinctly remembers hoping that Dean wouldn't hear about it - or, for that matter, Ron ... but that fear would have been unfounded. Ron had been gone from school for a term by then.

It was far from the best kiss of her life, but it was good fun. It was to be her last proper kiss for a very long time, and she hopes Seamus enjoyed it - she certainly did.

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Harry Potter. What can she tell you about Harry Potter than hasn't already been said?

She kissed him. Boy, did she kiss him.

Her feelings for Harry are too difficult to put into words; oddly, this makes them the easiest to contemplate. They were simple. But she has little to tell you that's new and exciting; out of the five boys, he is the one she owns the least of.

They're building a huge library in Diagon Alley - she's heard that Harry Potter's going to be given his own section. Go down and get a book out. It will give you the same information that Ginny would - really, she doesn't know that much more about him than a biographer.

She is, however, the only girl in the world who knows the sounds Harry Potter made when he was being sucked off.

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Ron - well, out of all the boys, Ron was probably the one she kissed the most - and eurgh, not like that, you pervert. But excluding her parents, and possibly, Bill and Charlie, she would have been the first to kiss him - the first girl, at any rate. Because when they weren't 'playing Quidditch' with tree branches between their legs, he had the pleasure of being her prince, or her groom - and he usually had to endure at least one jammy smacker on the lips. When he was seven, he stopped suffering this indignity, and declared himself too old to play at being a prince - and so he lost out on kisses-on-the-lips from his younger sister.

But as they grew up, she still found ways to sneak them in. She always signed her letters with an 'x,' although he never returned it, not even at the very end. She would sometimes try and get his cheek - even though when he got tall it got very difficult. She did it once in public when he was fourteen, and she thought he was actually going to curse her.

It got easier as they got older. There was a war on, and she was seeing him far less; hugs and kisses became acceptable. In fact, she thinks that he started to quite like them - look forward to them, in a way.

She was the first to kiss Ron, although she wasn't the last. Despite her desperate and messy press of her lips to his cheek only happening a day before it all ended, she doesn't think she was the last to kiss him. She likes to think that task fell to Hermione.

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Neville Longbottom was Ginny Weasley's first kiss - he couldn't get Hermione, she couldn't get Harry, and so he ended up taking her to the Yule Ball. For some reason he seemed to think that it was expected of him that he give her a sloppy kiss out by the rose bushes. It was not precisely how she'd imagined her first kiss would go, particularly not when she was halfway through a sentence, clutching a Butterbeer, and thinking about the Ravenclaw boy she'd just been chatting to. But it was Neville; it was sweet and sloppy and just what a kiss with Neville should be. In retrospect, it never seemed to cause any detriment to their relationship.

Neville Longbottom was the last one standing - he was the only one who lived to see the dawn of what the Ministry later called the New Age. Yes, he saw its birth. Before Bellatrix Lestrange got him.

She never heard about Neville getting any other kisses - and she sometimes wonders, not without guilt, if that was his only one - with a thirteen-year-old girl with her mind on other boys. He was the only one of the five she ever questioned the sexuality of, but she doesn't really think he was gay - just shy. Sweet, sloppy Neville.

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This all happened quite a long time ago, and Ginny is getting older - although she's not quite thirty yet, she'll have you know. But her secret - that, once upon a time, she managed to kiss all five of them - will probably be taken to her grave. Nobody wants to hear it: it's silly and inconsequential and hardly ground-breaking new evidence about Cornelius Fudge's involvement in the war, but it's hers.

She doesn't dwell on their deaths, she dwells on their lives; completely ignoring the order in which they were plucked from the earth (Seamus, Dean, Ron, Harry, Neville), she instead ponders the feel of their lips. She does sometimes worry that one day she'll end up buying a cat and spending the rest of her days wrapped in a blanket in a corner of her flat, chanting their names and rocking backwards and forwards. She has taken to avoiding Diagon Alley's pet shop.

Five boys. Five lives, lost in a war. Ginny never kissed a boy again. She kissed men, afterwards; still does, of course. But she never kissed a boy again.

She hopes that each of them remembered their kisses, before the end. She still does.

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