Ron felt a slight sense of deja vu as Linda pulled him through the hall towards an empty classroom. How many times had Lavender done the exact same thing the year before? There was just one occurrence he never liked remembering. Damn canaries let scratches on him for weeks. That had been the first time he had felt truly guilty for his tryst with Lavender.
But now was not that time. Now, he was not being kissed by Lavender or having canaries casted at him by Hermione. Now, he was snogging Linda, enjoying it highly, and he had absolutely no reason not to. Well, that's what he kept telling himself. A little nagging voice in his head kept saying that he fancied Hermione and shouldn't be doing this but he told the voice to shut the bloody hell up. Hermione was not his girlfriend and probably never would be. Why would she want him when she can have international quidditch stars?
Focussing on the task at hand, Ron slipped a hand up to Linda's cheek, running his thumb over her skin as they kissed. His foot reached behind him and kicked the door shut.
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