Pass the Snog

By the time the rest of the school had poured into the Great Hall for breakfast, rumors were already buzzing about Pass the Snog Day. The younger students were overwhelmed with fits of giggles as they made guesses as to what "Pass the Snog Day" was all about. The older students tried to show up on another by proving how much each of them knew about the said holiday. Breakfast was alive with excited and even frightened chatter.

Suddenly, Dumbledore arose from his seat at the staff table. The Great Hall fell silent; it was unusual for Dumbledore to make announcements at breakfast. "It has come to my attention," said the Headmaster with a twinkle in his eye, "that a student has taken it upon themselves to reinstate a tradition long since forgotten." He stared obviously at George Weasley. "I have no idea who it could be, but none the less I am fascinated to see what will come of it. For those of you without ears, it is Pass the Snog Day of which I am speaking." Several first years from the Hufflepuff table broke into a fit of giggles, for they seemed rather embarrassed to hear the wizened Headmaster say the word "snog". The Headmaster did not seem as though he noticed them, and continued. "I would strongly recommend that anyone who finds themselves to have been passed a Snog to pass it on as soon as possible-- or else the consequences would be most unpleasant." The corners of his mouth twitched slightly at this, as if they were fighting a smile.

As soon as Dumbledore sat down, the Hall buzzed with chatter yet again. Dennis Creevey awoke suddenly, and pulled his head out of his porridge. "What? Where-- Where am I?" He looked about him with a great deal of fear in his eyes, when he spotted Angelina. He blushed furiously when he remembered what had happened. He stood up in his seat to see over the heads of all the students in the Hall. When he spotted his brother, he jumped off his seat and scurried along the Hall to the other end of the Gryffindor table.

"Colin! Colin!" he squeaked, as cold porridge dripped down his face.

"What is it, Dennis?" asked Colin in a voice that was almost as squeaky.

Dennis began to bounce up and down with joy. "I've been snogged, Colin! Angelina Johnson passed me the Snog!"

"Really? Wow! This is fantastic! But why is your face covered in porridge?"

"Who cares? I've got the Snog!"

Colin grinned and clapped his hands. "Wee! My brother's got the Snog! My brother's got the Snog!"

The two grabbed each other's hands and danced around in a circle, squealing with delight like little girls.

Dennis stopped suddenly, his innocent eyes wide with seriousness. "Oh, my god! Oh, my god, Colin! What do I do? Who do I Snog? Do you think it's been half an hour?" His high-pitched voice began to wail and tears poured down his face. "I don't want to be cursed, Colin! Waaaaaaaah...."

Colin looked all around the hall. He began flailing his hands in a panic. "Err... I don't know... Oh no, Dennis! I think I see something forming on your lips! Or wait, maybe that's porridge... but maybe it's not!" Dennis began to wail louder. "Quick, Dennis, pass it to me! Pass me the Snog!"

In an utter panic, Dennis leaned forward and gave his brother a good snog. As he backed away, he fainted again.

Colin smacked his lips. "Er... I think he gave me some of his porridge." Colin paused suddenly. "Hey... now I've got the Snog! Whoopee! What do I do? Who do I pass it to? Only half an hour... how will I ever decide?!" Just as his mind was beginning to race, he was suddenly hit in the face by a banana.

"Hey, Creevey!" said a sixth-year from the Gryffindor table, who was apparently the thrower of the banana. "Pipe down, will ya? You're talking to yourself!"

"Sorry!" Colin squeaked back. He began to take a walk around the Great Hall, weaving in and out of the tables and surveying the student body. Some of the students were still eating, while others were collecting their things and getting ready for their first class. Colin would have to choose quickly and carefully. An honor as great as passing the Snog did not just come up every day. He had been waiting his whole life for this! Or he would have, anyway, if it weren't for the fact that he had only found out about the Snog that very day. None the less, he was thrilled to take on the duty.

The bell rang, and students began to file out of the Great Hall. "Yipes!" Colin said to himself. "I've got to pass the Snog quick, before everyone goes to class."

"Colin, are you all right?" said a voice.

Colin turned to see none other than the famous Harry Potter standing by him. Not only that, but he was speaking to him! This was rare indeed.

Harry waved his hand in front of Colin's face. "Hellooo? Colin? You were talking to yourself. Are you feeling okay?"

Colin seemed frozen, too numb to speak. He merely nodded his head.

"All right then." Harry walked away, followed by Ron and Hermione.

Harry Potter. Harry Potter! The idea struck Colin like a banana to the face. Who else was more deserving of the Snog than his idol, Harry Potter? But wait... Harry was now well on his way out the Hall. *Come back!* Colin cried in his head. *Come back! I've got to snog you!* But no words came out of his mouth. The Great Hall was becoming progressively empty. If he didn't act soon, Harry would be in his first class, and out of Colin's reach.

"Colin Creevey," he said to himself in a low (low as he could manage, anyway) and mysterious voice. "Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to pass the Snog to Harry Potter."

He marched out of the Great Hall, mumbling encouraging words to himself, as many other students gawked at him in awe. As he moved through the hallways, he stayed close to the walls, hiding behind corners and suits of armor whenever he thought he might be spotted.

"Dun dun... Dun dun.. Dun dun dun!" he sang, moving slyly through the corridors with his self-made secret agent theme song to accompany him. At last he arrived upon Harry and his two friends, just as they were pulling open the door.

"No!" cried Colin, sweeping across the hallway. Everything moved in slow motion as he pushed students aside, grabbed a rather frightened and confused Harry Potter by the robes, and snogged him.

"Ahhh!" cried Harry, pulling away. "Colin, what's the matter with you?"

But Colin was utterly pleased with himself. "I've done it! I've succeeded." He gave himself a salute. He then gave Harry a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Pass the Snog, Harry! And good luck!"