"You’re as silly a man as you are a little boy" Ron said and before Harry could even digest what he had said Ron had gently grasped Harry’s chin and they were kissing. You couldn’t call it making out but it was a hungry passionate kiss and as soon as Ron pulled away, a dopey smile on his face, Harry felt a pair of hands grasp both sides of his face to turn him the other direction and then he was kissing Hermione, somehow the same hunger and passion but softer and sweeter.