Jupiter | Harry Potter

sixth year ; spin the bottle

(this chapter is not to be taken as canon (unless u want it to be 😇))

June, 1997

Gryffindor's win for the Cup had led to the largest party that Jupiter had ever witnessed. The common room was alive with wild energy, a blur of red and gold banners, clinking glasses, and bursts of Fred and George's enchanted fireworks. What had started as a cheerful celebration with butterbeer and snacks had escalated rapidly once the firewhiskey bottles made their rounds, passed from hand to hand with increasingly reckless abandon.

Jupiter was at the heart of the chaos, her usual love for parties amplified tenfold by the firewhiskey coursing through her veins. She spun in circles near the fireplace with Ginny and Luna, their laughter loud and infectious. She suddenly felt familiar hands snake around her waist from behind, holding her tightly to ensure that she'd be forced to lean against him. She could recognize him by touch alone.

"Hey, baby," Harry said, his voice loud in her ear over the blaring music that filled the crowded common room. She could smell the firewhiskey on his breath, though it didn't make much of a difference considering she was already clutching a half-empty bottle. "Having fun?" He ignored how Ginny loudly booed him at his appearance.

Jupiter leaned back against him, her cheeks flushed and her grin wide as she tilted her head to look up at him. "The most fun," she replied, laughing. "This might be the best night of my life."

"Good," Harry said, smirking as he steadied her when she wobbled slightly. "But I think you're about two spins away from trying to challenge someone to a duel. We might need to dial it back a bit."

Jupiter turned to face him fully, her arms draping lazily over his shoulders. Although, Jupiter estimated that they were around the same level of blood-alcohol ratio, it was very obvious that he knew how to hold it together far better than her. "You mean you want to leave the best party of the century?"

Harry laughed, his green eyes twinkling in the light of the fire. "We could go up to my dorm— just us."

"Nuh uh!" Ginny argued, pushing in between them. "You are not taking her upstairs just to snog! If she's going, we're going too!" She gestured to Luna, who was standing serenely in a circle with her hands flowing above her.

Before Harry could argue, Ron stumbled over, holding two nearly empty glasses of firewhiskey and looking a little too pleased with himself. "Oi, Harry, you seen Hermione? She's ranting about the dangers of magical fireworks again. Again! Honestly, I thought she'd be a little more fun while drunk!"

Harry sighed, glancing across the room to where Hermione was gesticulating wildly, clearly trying to reason with an equally tipsy Dean and Seamus, who were holding a lit firework between them like it was a trophy.

Jupiter snorted, hiding her grin behind her bottle as Harry ran a hand through his already-messy hair. "Right," he muttered, exasperated but amused. "We're getting out of here. Grab Ginny, Luna, and anyone else we trust not to burn the castle down."

Jupiter tilted her head in mock thought. "That's a pretty short list."

"Exactly," Harry replied, his smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Ginny, who had started spinning a nearby empty butterbeer bottle with Luna for fun, looked up sharply. "We're moving the party?"

"Yep," Harry said firmly, taking Jupiter's hand to keep her steady. "My dorm. Fewer fireworks, fewer lectures." He nodded toward Hermione, who had now confiscated the firework from Dean and Seamus and was launching into a tirade about safety precautions.