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Chapter 1 : Hogwarts Spin the Bottle
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Hogwarts Spin the Bottle
It was a Friday Night and most of the 7th and 6th year students, excluding the Slytherin, were in the Room of Requirement just hanging out. When the war had started they barley had any time to just relax but, when Harry had defeated Lord Voldemort it just became a habit from not doing it for so long.
“We should play a game,” Lavander suggested.
“What kind of game,” Luna asked. At that point everyone came over to see what Lavander was talking about.
“A board game,” Dean asked.
“No,” Pavarti said at once. She thought for a moment before saying, “We should play Spin the Bottle!”
“Oh yeah,” Lavander agreed.
“What’s spin the bottle?” Ron asked.
A few people stared at Pavarti and Lavender looking as though they weren’t speaking English, but a fair few looked like they had some idea.
“It’s not a fun game,” Hermione said. “We shouldn’t play it.”
“Oh come on Hermione,” Pavarti whined.
“What is it,” Harry asked loudly over everyone else’s voices.
“Ok, first, everyone sit in a circle and Neville grab that empty butterbeer bottle,” Lavender ordered.
After accidentally dropping the first bottle, Neville grabbed a second one and set it in the middle of the newly formed circle of people.
Hermione, who was sitting next to Harry was looking rather sour in the face.
“It can’t be that bad,” Harry assured her.
Hermione gave him a small smile before returning her attention to Pavarti and Lavender, who were standing in the center of the circle. “It’s really quite simple,” Pavarti rolled her eyes.
“The person spins the bottle and whoever it lands on, those tow people go in the closet for three minutes,” Lavender pointed to a rather small broom closet.
“What are we suppose to do in a broom closet for three minutes,” Ron asked, with a confused expression.
“Make-out,” Pavarti said as though it was the most oblivious thing in the world. Hermione turned a light pink and Neville turned a pale white. Harry desperately hoped he and Ginny wouldn’t go in together because he had just ended things with her and she wasn’t too happy.
“Who wants to go first,” Lavender asked, happily. No one answered so she just sat down, flipping her long hair behind her shoulder and spun the bottle herself. It spun around a few times before slowly stopping on Seamus.
Seamus looked up slowly. “Me I guess.” Then he slowly got up and opened the broom closet door. Lavender stepped in first and Seamus next, closing the door. The only noise that anyone could hear was a broom hitting the door. Everyone just sat quietly, anxious of what was happening.
After what seemed like hours, Lavender and Seamus stepped out. Seamus was grinning madly and Lavender was a light pink. They sat down and Seamus pushed the bottle to Ron.
He quickly spun it and the bottle slowly landed on Ginny. A few people burst out laughing, while Harry and Hermione stifled their laughter with a grin on their faces.
“Can I spin again,” Ron asked, desperately. “I mean she’s my sister.”
“Yes, let him spin again,” Ginny said, turning a deep red. “I will not go in that cupboard with him.”
“Fine,” Pavarti giggled. “Just spin again.”
Ron quickly spun the bottle and it landed on Luna Lovegood. Ron looked a bite worried, while Luna looked dreamily at him as they got up. The nervously climbed into the cupboard and closed the door.
After three minutes had passed Lavender got up and pounded on the door. “ Times up!”
The door flung open, almost hitting Lavender, and Ron and Luna emerged out. A few people laughed as Luna hastily pulled her shirt, which had been ruffled up.
After a few more couples had went into the broom cupboard everyone began to let up, the atmosphere became more relaxed. Seamus, Dean, and a few of the other guys were talking about Quidditch, Lavender, Pavarti, Ginny, and the other girls, excluding Hermione and Luna were arguing about some make-up, and everyone was watching a the bottle spun around.
It was Ernie’s turn. He picked up the bottle and spun it, lazily. It slowly stopped on Hermione. Ernie looked up at her nervously and timidly asked, “Can’t I spin again?”
The room became awkwardly quiet. Hermione looked on the verge of tears while Harry looked furious. Hermione nodded her head and pushed the bottle towards him.
He spun it again, everyone’s eyes on him, and it landed on Susan Bones. They both got up and went into the closet. Everyone returned their attention away from the closet and continued talking. Harry looked at Hermione, wanting to say something in comfort, but couldn’t find the right words. When Susan and Ernie came out and Susan pushed the bottle towards Harry. “It’s your turn Harry.”
Harry, who was till furious with Ernie, took the bottle and spun it. Before it even stopped he said,” Oh look it’s on Hermione.” Then he took her by the hand and they walked into the closet. Before closing the door he glanced and saw that the bottle had landed on Ginny. With a smile tugging at his lips he closed the door.
“Harry,” Hermione whispered. “You don’t have to do this just because of Ernie.”
“But I want to,” Harry replied.
“What do-”Hermione gasped, but before she could finish Harry pressed his lips against hers. At first Hermione was hesitant, but she relaxed into the kiss. He snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. There was no hesitation from either of them.
After, Hermione guessed, the time was up she slowly pulled away. She gave him a shy smile before opening up the door. They stepped out and sat down in the circle. After everyone had taken their turn they all ventured back into their own house. As the Gryffindors climbed through the portrait Harry decided to talk to Hermione about the kiss. Secretly, he had felt something.
He approached her. “Hermione, can we talk about something?”
“Harry,” Hermione said nervously. “Can we talk later? I’m rather tired.” Without an answer she scurried up the stairs to the girl’s dormitory.
The next morning at breakfast when Harry came down he sat next to Ron and looked around. “Where’s Hermione?”
“She went to the library,” Ron said, with his mouth full.
“Why” Harry asked, buttering a piece of toast.
“I dunno,” Ron shrugged. “Because that’s what Hermione does I guess.”
“I’ll see you later. I have to go talk to her about something,” Harry got up, toast in his hand.
“Yeah,” Ron said absently, his attention on a familiar Blonde sitting at the Ravenclaw table.
Harry stifled a laugh as he left the Great Hall. As he entered the library, he looked around for Hermione, who was sitting at a table near a window, with sunlight streaming through.
“Mr. Potter,” said a stern voice that made him stop gazing at Hermione. “No food in the library. How many times must I tell you?”
“Ok,” Harry muttered, hastily stuffing the toast in his pocket and walked in the opposite direction of Madame Pince.
Then he came over to Hermione’s table across from her. “Hey,” he said shyly, making her look up.
“Oh, hi Harry,” then turned down to her book, again.
“Um…Hermione can I talk to you about something,” Harry asked, nervously.
“Harry I have to go,” she quickly got up. “Can we talk later?”
“Hermione,” Harry got up after her. “You’re avoiding me. What did I do wrong?”
“I-I’m not avoiding you,” Hermione stuttered slightly, in a higher pitch voice. “What do you want to talk about,” she reluctantly sat down.
“I want to talk to you about last night,” Harry started. “I-it’s about the kiss, I mean-”
“Harry,” Hermione interrupted. “The kiss was just a friendly gesture you did for me, noting more. I understand, don’t worry about it.”
“Oh yeah, that’s what I was going to say,” Harry lied.
“Harry are you okay,” Hermione asked because of his sudden downcast.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said, his voice strained. “I’ve got to go. I’ll see you later.” He quickly got up and dashed out of the library to hide his emotion from her.
As quick as he could, Harry sprinted back up to Gryffindor tower. He walked into the empty common room and kicked the maroon couch as hard as he could, but suddenly regretting it since it made his foot ache with pain. How could I feel so much and she thinks it was just for friendship? Maybe I really am messed up or just going mad, he thought to himself as he slowly ascended up the stairs to the boy’s dormitory.
When he entered the dormitory he walked over to his bed, sat down, and closed the curtains around him. He didn’t know how long he laid there in deep thought before he heard the door open and a familiar voice say, “Harry, mate, you up here. It’s Ron.”
Harry quickly laid down, completely, and pretended to be asleep. He knew he was doing a poor imitation, but it convinced Ron when he peered through the curtains. Then Ron walked out, shutting the door behind him.
Then Harry sat up, again, and glanced at his watch. It was around lunchtime and his stomach was growling, since he had only eaten a half-piece of toast, be he didn’t want to face Hermione.
But, by dinner, reluctantly, he decided to go down since he was starving. He got up pushed down his wrinkled clothes and then walked down to the common room. They were a few people still there that seemed to be getting ready to go down to the Great Hall to eat. He climbed out of the portrait and went down to the Great Hall.
When he walked into the Great Hall he walked over to where Ron and Hermione were sitting across from each other. He sat down next to Ron, avoiding Hermione’s gaze.
“Hey, mate, thought you’d never get up,” Ron greeted him.
Harry gave him a small smile and helped himself to some Shepherd’s Pie. After a few awkward minutes of silence passed Hermione laid down her fork down,” Harry are you ok?”
“I’m not hungry anymore,” Harry announced abruptly, getting up and abandoning his half-eaten Shepherd’s Pie.
“Harry,” Hermione said exhaustedly, jogging to keep up with him. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Harry grunted angrily. “JUST LEAVE ME THE BLODDY HELL ALONE,” he yelled at the top of his lungs and stalked out of the Great Hall.
Hermione stopped dead in her tracks and stared, like many other people in the Great Hall, as he stalked out.
Harry didn’t have any idea where he was going, but as long as it was far away from the Great Hall he was fine. Before he knew it, he was at the top of the astronomy tower. He slowly slid down against the wall and stared out at the setting sun. She’ll never forgive me after what I just did to her. I totally blew it, he thought to himself.
Then he heard the echo of footsteps coming up the stairs and he stared at the doorway, which was slightly ajar. Then the door cautiously opened and Hermione stepped in. She slowly came over and looked down in him. “Harry James Potter, I want to know what is wrong. Why did you just do that to me in the middle of the Great Hall? What did I do wrong? I don’t say nothing is wrong!”
Harry got up and walked over to the opposite wall, his back facing her. “Hermione, first of all I had no right to do what I did to you in the Great Hall. I was out of line and I’m sorry,” he turned towards her. “I hope you can forgive me.”
“It’s okay Harry,” she said softly. “But why are you mad at me?”
“I’m not angry at you,” he started. “It’s stupid, you won’t understand.”
“It’s not stupid, help me understand,” she looked into his emerald green eyes.
“No, it’s stupid,” she said, more forcefully and walked towards the door, but Hermione had it locked. “Hermione let me out!”
“Not until you tell me what’s wrong,” Hermione argued.
“It doesn’t matter,” he exclaimed at her.
“Harry,” she said, more forcefully.
“Fine,” he said loudly. “I’ll tell you,” he yelled. “It’s because I LOVE YOU! Are you happy now? It’s because I am truly in love with you,” he said, quietly at the end.
“You l-love me,” she asked, still shocked by his outburst.
“It’s because that damn kiss. I just felt so much,” he turned away. “But it doesn’t matter to you, so just forget everything.”
“B-but what if I did feel something,” she said softly, making him turn around.
“But I asked you and you said it was just a friendly gesture,” Harry said, confused by her confession.
“I was scared because I’ve liked you for two years and I had just figured out that I’m not good enough for you,” Harry could tell she was trying hard not to cry. “But you kissed me and I felt something and it scared me.”
A tear fell down her face and he wiped it with his thumb. “Hermione, don’t ever think your not good enough or me because that’s not true, b-but why didn’t you tell me you liked me?”
“I was afraid,” she said simply.
“Don’t ever be afraid to do anything,” he leaned and kissed her on the lips. At first she was surprised, but then kissed back putting her arms around his neck and his around her waist.
When they finally let go for lack of air Hermione smiled “I was wrong, spin the bottle is a fun game.”
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