𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦┃ 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴

spinning the truth in heaven┃h‣granger

FEMALE POV:

r u mine?
|arctic monkeys|

Everyone shares a sickening smile as the last Ravenclaw makes their way into the room of requirement holding an armful of bottles. "Are we ready to get this started?" Fred Weasley steps forward with a gleam in his eyes. Everyone cranes for a look at him, and they all scream their answers as the teens pass around a bottle of rum.

You take it from Harry who has just taken a small amount, and he gestures for you to swig with a smile. You do and a hand files over your shoulder, grabbing the bottle as soon as it leaves your lips.

"My turn- you've had enough," you turn with a laugh to see Hermione Granger take a large gulp of the alcohol, swaying to the music.

You watch her carefully, the normally uptight Gryffindor is known to be a totally different person on weekends and around parties. She mingles and talks with anyone who will listen- spilling drinks and playing with hair.

Some music flows throughout the room, and Harry grabs Hermione's hand and they teeter to dance to familiar dance moves taught by muggles. Ron and Lavender don't try to keep up with them, but instead use their own moves- screaming to the music.

After everyone has had a few drinks from the bottle, they're rounded to the middle of the room. "How about a little game?" Fred then takes the empty bottle from Lavender Brown who lets out a little hiccup.

"Okay!" Someone else shouts out, teetering to the floor with a smile.

You sit directly beside Draco Malfoy, and with a laugh he leans in toward you with a wink. You swat his alcohol baited body away, but enjoy the less crude side of him.

He locks eyes with Harry as soon as he sits down, and they narrow ever so slightly. Like a child, Harry crosses his arms and sticks his tongue out, but neither say a word.

You throw your head back, "oh my god, that's enough you two. Shag it out already," a shrill chuckle comes from the other end of the room, but you don't bother looking up as you spot Hermione.

"No, you."

For some reason, everything stopped when you saw her, and she is the only thing your drunken mind focuses on. She sits next to Dean and Seamus, whispering drunkenly as Seamus slips her a dirty joke. Her laugh catches your attention, but you have to force yourself to glance around the room at the other students.

It isn't hard to stare at her beauty from across the circle, nodding at everything anyone says, but internally you just want to silence them so you can listen to her slow voice.

George claps his hands this time, pulling everyone's attention. "Where's Fred?" Someone else shouts and George gives a little mumble, before coming to his own defense.

"Okay, so we're going to play a mix up of party games before we get back to our normal events."

"What games?" Harry raises an eyebrow, wiping at his glasses with the inner fabric of his sweater.

"Seven Minutes in Heaven, and then we'll play the classic." George leans down with another empty bottle and gives it a spin. "Spin the damned bottle."

"Sounds thrilling," Hermione nods her head, watching the bottle spin. As George vaguely explains the rules, the bottle begins to slow- and Hermione's gaze meets yours.

You offer a half hearted smile before slipping back to the conversation Draco is having with a Hufflepuff about their uniform material and common room. "Oh my god, why the hell haven't I been to the common room? It sounds so enchanting."