When: end of year 4. Who: Ronald Weasley, Cornelius Fudge. Where: a deserted corridor. What: see for yourself!
"Oof!" he grunted. "Watch where you're - oh." He flushed as he saw who he was talking to. "Sorry, Minister."
"It's nothing, it's nothing!" said Fudge with an airy wave of his hand. "You're right, I really ought to watch where I am going...I was thinking about a thing or two, and I guess I got a bit carried away."
"Um...yeah, me too," Ron said awkwardly.
"You are Arthur Weasley's son, aren't you?" asked Fudge, now eyeing Ron with interest.
"That's right," said Ron. Fudge nodded.
"Well, yes, of course, I remember you from the Quidditch World Cup," he said. "I must say you have grown since then!"
"Er," was all Ron could think of saying to that.
"You do look a bit like Arthur," continued Fudge, his eyes sweeping Ron's features, "although he was never as good-looking, if you don't mind my saying so."
"Um," said Ron. He became suddenly aware that they were quite alone in the corridor. There was an awkward pause.
"Allow me..." said Fudge suddenly, and, reaching out, he slowly straightened Ron's tie.
"There," he said with a smile to the dumbfounded Ron and then, without warning, he stood on his tiptoes and planted a quick kiss on Ron's lips.
"For luck," said the Minister with a wink and, giving Ron a pat on the shoulder, he strode away.
Ron slowly touched his lips, still slightly disbelieving that he had just been kissed for the first time in his life.
"For luck," he whispered, and a small smile appeared on his face.