"What was it
like?" Ginny asked.
"Hmm… what?" Hermione arched her eyebrows lifting up her head.
"Your best ever kiss?" Ginny said.
"You mean, how can I describe a kiss?"
"No, I mean how would you describe the kiss? Not a kiss".
"I am not quite good in description, you know. It is nothing to my definition ability, she added. And I am a bit busy with my charm essay…"
"I can tell you about mine, Ginny interrupted her. I could try to describe it adequately".
Her eyes glittered eagerly.
"Well, Hermione said, I am listening".
"It was like fireworks blowing at the first moment – and turned into tsunami then. It was just like a huge wave which overflows you and takes your breath away, and afterwards you find yourself dizzy and excited at the same time".
Ginny looked at her with her eyes wide open and her cheeks slightly bloom.
"That sounds very passionate" Hermione said.
"Well… it is your turn now, Ginny grinned. What was it like?"
Hermione looked away.
"It was like... sparkling night sky, I guess, just as soft and charming, just as unreal and entrancing. It was like breathing as natural and needed. It made me forget of anything else. And afterwards it was warm and comfortable, and secure in his arms".
"I never knew that Ron could be like that" Ginny sounded amazed.
Hermione squeezed her feather.
"I guess Harry would be surprised that you described him as a tsunami" replied Hermione.
"Oh, I am not quite sure" Ginny grinned slyly. "I suppose he felt the same way, though he can be so sweet and tender"
She laughed at her own thoughts.
"And I noticed that his kisses taste like… "
Like peppermint, Hermione knew that.