Pass the Snog

Fred hurriedly got ready for school and rushed to wait at the bottom of the stairs that led up to the girls' dormitory. He knew the least awkward person to kiss would be Angelina Johnson. So far, they were just friends, but he occasionally got the impression that their feelings were much friendlier than friends normally felt. As he waited at the foot of the stairs, he thought back on the many occasions when he almost HAD kissed Angelina. It wasn't that he was afraid, he was just... oh wait. Yes, it was because he was afraid. Whenever he thought it was precisely the right moment to snatch a tasty kiss from Angelina's lips, he would suddenly take notice of her intense brown eyes, and back away. Well, not today! Nothing like a Soggy Snog Curse for a little motivation, eh?

He began to grow impatient as he waited and saw no sign of Angelina. He tapped his foot, and wiped a drop of sweat from his brow. He mentally prepared himself. *As soon as you see her, just make a dash at her* he told himself. *Kiss first, explain later. Yeah, that'll be the best approach.* He noted to himself that he should also be prepared to duck directly afterwards, for Angelina's Quidditch years had given her muscular arms and mean right hook. He hoped, however, that Angelina would be delighted rather than infuriated to receive an early-morning snog.

Would she be angry with him, he wondered, that he had passed onto her the burden of the Snogging Spell? He knew that he himself had been rather troubled by the whole ordeal-- then again he had been passed the Snog by his twin brother, a bizarre experience in itself. And then an even more troubling thought came to mind. Who would Angelina kiss once she had been passed the Snog? She couldn't return it to Fred, for George had already told him the Snog couldn't double back. Fred was suddenly quite bothered by thoughts of Angelina kissing someone else. Was that what he wanted? Perhaps he should consider someone else to snog?

He watched as other girls came down the stairs and left the dormitory to go to breakfast. He examined all of them in a panic, wondering if he should just run up to one of them and get it over with. He began to sweat and fidget nervously. It's only a snog, Fred, it shouldn't be a big deal! And yet he found himself utterly confused. The clock was ticking... and the girls passing by him were becoming fewer in number... his feet seemed glued to the floor... and there was no sign of Angelina... Ahhh! Damn George's madness and the bloody Snog! Fred made a mental note to give his brother a good whomping before the day was through. He began to slap his forehead in frustration, unsure of what his move would be.

"What's he doing?" Lee Jordan asked George. They stood in the Gryffindor common room, watching Fred pound away at his own head.

"Ah, that," George replied. "He's just a little upset about Pass the Snog Day."

"Pass the Snog Day? You mean what you were making all that ruckus about this morning when you woke up the whole bloody tower?"

"Yup, that's the one. I'm re-introducing Hogwarts' greatest tradition!" George's eyes were sparkling with pride for himself.

Lee glanced with curious eyes over at George, who had a rather stupid look on his face, and then over at Fred, who was still bashing his own head and even appeared to be mumbling to himself. He seemed very doubtful of George's statement. "Er... is that a fact?"

George nodded vigorously.

Fred stopped slapping himself and grew quite tired of tormenting himself. He would simply have to go for it. However, there was still no sign of Angelina. He wasn't sure how long he'd been waiting, but he had a feeling his thirty minutes were quickly being used up.

"Oi, Alicia!" he said impatiently as he spotted fellow Quidditch player Alicia Spinnet coming down the stairs. "Have you seen Angelina?"

"She left for breakfast some time ago," said Alicia.

"Oh, great," muttered Fred. He made a dash for the portrait-hole.

"Oh and Fred," called George as his brother swept passed him.

Fred stopped in his tracks and turned to face his brother, with whom he was already a bit angry. "Yeah?"

"Be sure and make it a good snog, okay?" He grinned his manic grin. "No ordinary peck is going to satisfy the Snogging Spell. It's got to be outstanding, with lips and tongue and the lot. Just like I showed you this morning."

Fred rolled his eyes and shuddered at the same time. "Gee, thanks for the clarification, George." He shook his head and hurried out of the common room. As he left, Lee turned to George with raised eyebrows and questioning eyes. He seemed equally shocked and curious about what exactly George meant when he said, "just like I showed you this morning."

Fred hurried down the halls of Hogwarts, hoping he wasn't running out of time. So far, he hadn't gotten boils all over his lips, so he was doing all right. He burst open the doors to the Great Hall, which caused many turned heads, and frantically scanned over the Gryffindor table for Angelina. She was sitting calmly on the far left of the table, spreading butter over a muffin. He began running towards her.

"Angelina!" he yelled.

Angelina looked up, curious to see why Fred was yelling and running about like a madman. Indeed, much of the rest of the Great Hall was also watching Fred with fascination.

"Er... something wrong, Fred?" asked Angelina once he was near to her.

Fred flopped on the table beside her, knocking over a pitcher of orange juice that just happened to fall into Neville's lap, and went right at snogging Angelina. He noticed vaguely that there was much more lips and tongue and the lot going on than there had been with George earlier that morning.

"Have you gone mad?" Angelina asked quite calmly as the two pulled away.

Fred smiled. "You know, that's exactly what I said to George."

"Huh?"

George and Lee were coming up right behind where Fred had come through, and both of them were laughing loudly. "Good show, Fred, good show," said George as he hooted with glee.

"What a performance!" said Lee.

George gave Fred a slap on the back. "You know, you had a good ten minutes to go, Fred. You didn't have to make such a fuss."

Fred felt slightly embarrassed. "Oh. Well... you know."

Angelina looked back and forth between Fred, George, and Lee. "Would you all mind telling me what this is all about?"

"It's Pass the Snog Day!" George proclaimed with pride.

"Yes, that's what I heard VERY early this morning, George. What does it mean?"

"It means you have to pass the Snog I just gave you to someone else within thirty minutes or you'll be cursed," said Fred. He averted her gaze, hoping she wouldn't be angry.

"Hmmm..." said Angelina. "Well, that's a little odd isn't it?" She gazed around the Gryffindor table, and her eyes fell upon little Dennis Creevey. He was watching the older students with his jaw dropped and with nervous excitement in his eyes. When his eyes met Angelina's, he nearly fell out of his seat.

"Hey, kid," she said to him. "Fancy a snog?"

"Eeek!" cried Dennis. Lee and the Weasley twins laughed madly. "S-s-sure! I mean, if you want to!"

Angelina leaned across the table (strangely, taking no notice of Neville, who was still soaked in orange juice) and gave the Creevey child a big, wet kiss. He fainted, and his face fell into his porridge.

Angelina shrugged and looked back at the boys. "Well, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Wow," said Lee. "That's quite a woman you've got there, Fred."

Fred blushed. He wished he could have handled it as coolly as Angelina had.

"Well, it's only a snog," Angelina said to Lee. She turned her head and looked at Fred. She gave him a sly grin, making him blush even harder. Blushing was something Fred certainly was not used to doing often.

"Tsk, tsk, Angelina," said George. "It's not any old snog. It's THE Snog. And its journey has only begun!" He laughed wildly, and the others gave each other sideways glances. Yes, indeed, they all knew it was true. George had bought the funny farm.

Top of Form

Bottom of Form