Pass the Snog

Note: I'm fairly certain that Gryffindors haven't had Transfiguration with Ravenclaws in the past, but in this story, they do. Deal with it :p ... On with the snogging!

The final bell rang, and Harry was heavy with fret as he sat down in Transfiguration. Ron sat down beside him, laughing out loud.

"That was bloody brilliant!" he teased. "I'll be laughing about this all week! Just when I thought that Creevey kid couldn't get any weirder."

"Really, Ron," Hermione scolded. "You're acting like a child."

"Oh, come off it, Hermione. You were laughing, too!"

"I most certainly was not!"

Harry tuned them out. It was all good and well for them to be playful-- they weren't in possession of a cursed snog. Harry sighed in dismay. He had faced all sorts of dangers throughout his years at Hogwarts. He'd battled Lord Voldemort twice, defeated an enormous ancient serpent, dealt with nosy reporters, and faced a full-grown dragon head-on. But finding someone to snog in only half an hour? That was a task that exceeded even the bravery of Harry Potter.

As he thought about it, he knew very well who he would have liked to snog. He grinned a bit as the face of Cho Chang started to dance around in his head. He was positively tickled as he imagined what Cho's lips might taste like. They were so soft and pink, like tiny silk pillows. Or maybe a tiny couch. A cozy, pink couch on Cho's face... Err... Wait. Why was he daydreaming about kissing miniature furniture? Oh well. It didn't really matter, seeing as Cho was off somewhere in another part of the building, and he had only half an hour to find someone. He looked over at the Ravenclaws they had class with that period. If only Cho weren't a year ahead, she would be right there for him to snog. Harry licked the tips of his fingers and pressed them softly against his lips, imagining they were Cho's tender lips...

"Harry!" snapped Hermione from the desk beside him. "What' the matter with you? What on *earth* are thinking about?!"

"Couches," Harry answered quickly.

"Well, snap out of it. You haven't been taken any notes!"

"Oh... right." Hermione left him alone to return to her own notes, but Harry still didn't pick up his quill. His head was swimming with too many thoughts to worry about lessons.

"All right then, split up into groups," said Professor McGonagall. "Practice together a few times."

"Huh?" said Harry, looking around him. "What are we doing?"

Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes. "We're changing folding chairs into St. Bernards. It's a good thing you have me in your group, you obviously weren't paying attention at all."

"Sorry... I was distracted by the cursed snog I now possess." He tried to repress the frustration he felt and avoid taking it out on Hermione.

"Oh, not that rubbish? You can't believe everything you hear, Harry."

Ron, coming over to join the group for practice, jumped in. "You can believe it when Dumbledore says it himself," he said. "I'd get rid of the Snog, Harry, and fast."

"It's hardly that simple," Harry replied glumly. He looked up at Hermione. "Hey, Mione, do you suppose..."

"Absolutely not!" cried Hermione. "You're not passing any curse to me."

"But you didn't even believe in it!" Harry sighed, seeing that Hermione would not budge. He searched the other faces in the room.

"Don't look at me!" Ron snapped, before Harry could say or do anything. "What you do behind close doors is your business, but don't drag me into it..."

"WHAT? I hope you don't mean what I think you mean..." Ron said nothing. "Hey! I was not even *thinking* about passing it to you. And just because Colin went bonkers and kissed me doesn't make me ga--"

"All right!" said Hermione, putting a stop to things. "Let's not lose our heads. Harry, why don't you just ask Parvati if you can pass it to her? You two are fairly neutral acquaintances, right? It should be no big deal."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course. I'm sure she won't mind.. I think she fancies you a bit, actually."

Seeing no other option before him, Harry crept over to the area where Parvati, Padma, and Lavender were working on their Transfiguration. Ron and Hermione pretended to be discussing wand technique while spying intently on him. Harry gulped, and stepped up to Parvati.

"Yes, Harry?" she said with a look of confusion on her face.

"Er, well..." he began. It was not an easy situation to explain. "You may have heard, but there's this cursed snog going around and..."

"Oh my!" Parvati squealed with wide eyes. She looked at her friends, who were erupting with giggles. "You've got the Snog, don't you Harry!" She joined in the laughter.

Harry blushed slightly, feeling quite frustrated. He didn't see the situation as being even remotely funny. Although he noticed, out of the corner of his eye, that Ron and Hermione seemed to be extremely amused as well. "Listen, I was just wondering if I could snog you. I have to pass it soon or I'll be cursed."

More giggles came from the girls, and more of the other students turned their heads and watched with fascination."Well, I suppose," she said through her laughter. "What are friends for, after all?"

"Err... right. So, should we... err.."

Lucky for Harry, Parvati was not nearly as shy as he was. She went right to snogging him, and pulled away, grinning to herself. Padma and Lavender golf- clapped for her. "So how long have I got to get rid of this Snog, Harry?"

"Half an hour, I think."

"Right then." Without another pause, Parvati turned to her friend Lavender, who was grinning from ear to ear. There was a great deal of gasping, giggling, and even cheering as the two girls began to snog.

"Wow..." said Ron; his jaw, like many of the other males in the class, was nearly on the floor. "That's quite a friendship they have..." His head began to tilt slightly as he gaped at the two "friends".

"Oh, honestly!" huffed Hermione, who was positively revolted by Ron's behavior.

"Students!" cried Professor McGonagall in a fury. "What is the matter with you all?! Stop this at once!" However, McGonagall's demands went unnoticed. Even the infamously strict McGonagall could do nothing against the power of the Snog.

When the two girls had finished (they certainly made the most of their time!), Lavender strolled slyly through the rows of desks. Many eager boys tried to catch her eye; many horrified girls tried to hide behind desks. She pointed to Seamus and lured him to her with a motion of her finger. The giggling in the room was deafening as Lavender and Seamus snogged.

Professor McGonagall sat at her desk, arms folded, pouting. *If I find the nitwit responsible for starting this tradtion back up,* she thought angrily, *I'll transfigure them into a toilet plunger!*