Harry Potter Oneshots From Every Era

Spin The Bottle

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Harry watched Hermione spun the bottle as quickly as it could, grimacing when it pointed at Blaise Zabini.

The other students had reached a level of drunk that they didn't really care who they were kissing, or even just being around. The only three people that were even remotely sober were Harry, Hermione and Malfoy.

Malfoy had sat, sipping elegantly, with a small glass of blood red wine, while everyone drank shots of Firewhiskey and even tested beer.

Most people were half asleep watching the bottle spin, and only stirred when the bottle pointed to them. Hermione shuffled into the middle of the circle, which was made up of all four houses, and gingerly pressed her lips to Zabini's, who kissed back quite sloppily.

After about five seconds, they both pulled away, and Hermione quickly shrank back into line, trying to ignore the burning look on Ron's bright red face. Zabini spun the bottle, and it landed on Luna.

After a short (Slightly messy, of Zabini' part) kiss, they both sat back, Luna looking even more serene and carefree than the rest of the time. With a flick of her wrist, she sent the bottle spinning, pointing right at Pansy Parkinson.

Pansy was grinning like crazy, and Harry was quite sure she thought it was Malfoy. They both met in the middle, and with rather more force than with Zabini, Luna kissed Pansy. The kiss was around ten seconds long, and when Luna finally pulled away, Pansy sat, looking stunned, and shockingly sober.

She crawled backwards, her face scarlet, until she was effectively hidden behind a pair of burly Ravenclaws. She stuck her hand out from behind the tallest and spun the bottle carefully, only peeking out to see it was pointing at Dra-Malfoy. With surprising speed, she leapt forwards, into Malfoy's face, which resulted in a rather disgusting scene. It almost looked like she was eating his face, and Harry was reminded forcefully of Ron and Lavender.

When, after about 20 seconds, they pulled away, there was no mistaking the look of disgust on Malfoy's face. Pansy sat back proudly, smirking triumphantly. With long, pale fingers, Draco out the bottle, still grimacing like he was trying to forget a recent sprain. The bottle spun slightly to the left, but there was no mistaking the person it was pointing at.

With a sickening lurch his stomach seemed to drop, but he couldn't ignore the tingly excitement that was bubbling in his stomach, along side the ball of panic.

Everyone else seems to kiss others so calmly, like it was the most normal thing in the world, but this would only be his third kiss, and it was with his enemy/crush that he had been to scared to talk to. He had pushed the crush to the far corners of his mind, of course, but it seemed to had leapt at the chance of a kiss.

With shaking legs, he crept forwards, to the middle of the circle, trying to ignore the half disgusted, half anticipating faces watching him. He felt cold fingers on his chin, pulling him up slightly, but his eyes were shut far too tightly for him to be able to see anything. At first, Harry noticed a pressure on his lips, as well as the eyes burning holes int he back of his neck, then it was gone.

Everything around him disappeared, the lips on his were the only thing he could feel, and all he wanted to feel. Pleasant tingles were shooting through his mouth, and when he felt Drac-Malfoy's hands in the back pockets of his pants he couldn't help but let out a small gasp, lacing his fingers in Draco's hair.

He could feel Draco's tongue brushing over his bottom lip. As soon as he opened his mouth a crack, Draco's tongue slipped into his mouth, exploring every inch. He let out a small moan, but forced himself away to take a breath.

He felt like he'd been there for hours, but no one had moved an inch, so he supposed it had only been a few seconds, even if it had left his breathless. With bright red cheeks, Draco pulled his hands out of Harry's back pockets, and Harry couldn't help but feel proud that he managed to get him to blush.

As soon as he got back to his seat, he almost didn't notice the way Ron was trying to get his attention, he was so dazed. He blinked a few times, only to realise that the bottle was no longer in the circle where it had been previously, but everyone else seemed to have become remarkably sober, and were all looking at either him or Malfoy, shocked.

'I'm-i'm gonna go to night-bed.' He stumbled over his words slightly, but got up anyway, hurrying out of the room, not caring that he might get caught. The room had suddenly became very hot, and he was very relieved with the coolness of the stone wall behind him, especially on his aching head.

He took a deep breath, and walked as quietly as he could, with only one thought in his head. I have to play another game of spin the bottle some day.