Mischief Managed

Chapter 5: Consent

It was a week after the troll incident and everything seemed to be normal again. Even Draco was back to his usual self, or he was masking his emotions pretty well. I had told Harry about my suspicions with the professors and he shrugged it off just like George.

We all sat in the gryffindor common room with our choices of drinks that Luna somehow had gotten ahold of. I stared at everyone around me as we all talked, George's hand never leaving my knee even as him and Fred played with some gags and gimmicks. I counted the people in the room in my head and giggled to myself, Luna, Ron, Fred, Hermione, Harry, George, and me. "Guys," I say, breaking the chatter "let's play spin the bottle. It's a muggle game I read about whenever I was snooping through the library." I say confidently, not really remembering what it entailed. "Oh I know that one," Ron spoke up a little, "its where we all sit in a circle and take turns spinning an empty bottle, and whoever it lands on, the person who spun it has to kiss."

"That sounds easy enough." The twins say in sync and George smiles at me for a moment before we all crawl down to the floor, moving the furniture out of the way. "Do you think anyone else would want to join?" Harry starts, looking around towards the staircase and entrance. It seemed to be only us and the crackling fire. "Well, looks like that's eve-" he pauses as Neville comes in, looking at us tiredly. "What are you all up to?" His tired face turns into a smile as he makes his way over to us all in a circle sitting on the floor, slightly buzzed. "You can join us if you'd like, Neville. It's called spin the bottle." Luna says softly as I scoot over, smiling at Neville as he sits next to me.

"Let's get this party started!" Fred yells and leans up, spinning the bottle hard, it landing on Harry. We all laugh and they sit up, gently pecking each other. It goes around the circle and before I know it, it's my turn. I sit up slowly and spin it, the end of the bottle pointing towards Hermione and we give each other a giggle before leaning into a small kiss. I look at George as he goes next, crossing my fingers in my head as it spins it's way back to me. Thank god. He smiles and looks at me

"Can I kiss you pumpkin?" He says before slowly pressing his hand against my cheek, looking into my eyes. "Yes you can Wea-" I'm cut off by him kissing me deeply, I blush immensely and grab his face back, deepening the kiss, I hear the ooohs and ahhhs as he pulls away, his cheeks as red as his hair. "Y/n, my room, now." He whispers before getting up and grabbing my hand, practically dragging me up the stairs. I don't think I could have gotten any redder as I tried to catch my breath. We reached the top of the stairs and he pulled his door open, pulling me in behind him.