Told from Hermione's point of view.
They are at the Gryffindor table in the Hall, Hermione off to the side doing some pleasure reading as she hears Ron, Harry, and the rest of their dorm-mates talking about girls and kisses.
They start doing that stupid bet where one of the mates bets Harry to kiss the next girl to walk through the doors. With the cajoling from the rest of the guys, Harry accepts and just as he does, lo and behold walks in Fleur Delacour.
Everybody, in earshot, even Hermione lets out an "Oooh" and watch Harry. Harry is no coward, however, and stands heading to the table where Fleur is seated. He walks forward even as he feels as if he left his stomach behind, with his heart trying to escape from his chest, beating so loudly.
He reaches Fleur and calls out to her, and as she turns he leans down. Kissing her lips; She's shocked and still, giving Harry the opportunity to suck ever so softly her bottom lip. Then he straightens and leaves the Hall so quickly Hermione wonders if the no apparation in Hogwarts ground was a lie. Even so, Hermione enjoys the look of shock on the normally composed girl.
Later in the evening, Hermione is making a trip to the library before it closes to return a book when she hears a voice with a french accent. Curiosity takes hold of her and she peaks through a corner shocked to see Harry being pressed against the wall as Fleur Delacour french kisses the life out of him.
"And that, Monsier, is how you truly kiss a girl. Oui?"
Is the last thing Hermione hears as she turns to walk away, giving her friend some privacy.