Dramione Drabbles

"You won't be able to open the door until you've kissed."

"Whose idea was it to play this ridiculous game, anyway?"

Draco and Hermione sat, still clothed in their work attire, on the floor of a very dark broom closet in The Three Broomsticks.

"Knott," Draco sighed. He was slumped against the wall, one leg propped up in front of him, on which he rested his arm.

"You just had to invite him along," Hermione huffed, rolling her eyes. She sat, back straight against the opposite wall, her hands resting in her lap.

Several Ministry workers - plus Theo Knott - had decided to go out to the bar after finishing their work to watch the final match of the Quidditch World Cup - Bulgaria versus Brazil. What had started as an easygoing game ended in a devastating loss for Brazil, the favorited team of many in the group.

With the game finished, the coworkers turned to heavy drinking to cope with the loss, which, thanks to Theo Knott, quickly evolved into an 'innocent' game of spin the bottle. It was Draco who'd been chosen to go first.

With a few spins of a butterbeer bottle, Draco's fate that night was decided when the glass slowed to a stop in front of Hermione Granger.

And so here they were - two grown adults, sat in a tiny closet, waiting for their idiot friends to open up the door.

"Surely they're not willing to wait out there all night," Hermione said as she adjusted her skirt. It was a shorter style than she normally wore to the office. Draco could see the fabric creeping up her leg each time she modified her sitting position.

Not that he was paying any special attention to the length of her skirt. It was a small closet. There weren't many places to advert his eyes in here.

"Not a chance," Draco agreed. "They'll grow bored soon enough."

Both fell silent. They could hear through the doorway what sounded like a very not boring, very boisterous party going on outside.

"What kind of game is this, anyway? Spin a bottle and lock two people in a closet for 7 minutes? Such a ludicrous concept," Draco said, shaking his head so that some pieces of his hair swept across his forehead.

"You know, I'm not at all surprised. This seems like exactly the type of game Theo and Ron would make up." Hermione was fidgeting with the embroidered lace of her work skirt, trying very hard to ignore the fact that, no matter how she positioned herself, she couldn't avoid touching some part of Draco's body.

"Well, I think our 7 minutes has to have passed by now," he said, reaching for the doorknob. He twisted two, three, four times, to no avail. The door remained locked.

A jeering voice bellowed from outside.

"You won't be able to open the door until you've kissed," came Theo's drunken taunt.

"WHAT?" the pair chimed in unison. Draco pressed himself closer to the door, as if that would help him clear his message through the wooden barrier.

"Knott, you said nothing about kissing before we were pushed in here!"

"Well - so maybe I forgot to mention a few of the rules, but that's - that's how the brilliant game of spin the bottle is played, my friend!" The clinking of glasses could be heard among the group of what once were friends, though Draco was now questioning that title the longer he was stuck in this closet.

"Theo," Hermione called, "this sounds like a game for teenagers, not those of us with full-time jobs and health insurance!" To Draco, she asked, "Is he always like this?"

"Ah, but aren't we all still teens at heart?" Theo hiccuped loudly before he could be heard yelling -

"1, 2, 3, 4, I declare a thumb war!"