Very slowly, the bottle slowed to a standstill.
All eyes of the circle had been on the spinning glass bottle, and Harry
looked up over the tops of his glasses at who the open end of the bottle
was pointing to. Ron. Harry quickly glanced to Ron's left.
"Hermione. The bottle's pointing to Hermione."
"Nah, Harry. We have eyes. It's
pointing to Ron! You gotta snog my little bro!" Fred punched
Harry is the arm, laughing hysterically. "You remember the rules.
This isn't the kiddy type of spin the bottle. Whoever it points
to you gotta kiss. And you gotta really kiss them, for
at least a minute. And infront of all of us. So
go ahead Harry."
"C'mon, guys, don't make me do this,"
Ron was protesting, trying fiercly to control his blushing.
"Yeah, please? Can't I just kiss Hermione
instead?" Harry said, then stopped, realizing what he had said.
"I mean, I don't want to kiss a guy."
"Just do it, Harry. You can kiss me
later, if you want." Hermione giggled, winking at Harry and grinning
cheekily.
"C'mon Harry, snog him!"
"Yeah, Ron, just because you two kiss it's
not like you're gay or anything, I mean, you have to...after all, it's
just a game."
Harry's protests were drowned out by the encouragements
from his fellow Gryffindors. He saw there was no way out and rolled
up onto his knees. Ron looked at him with wide eyes, wide shocked
eyes. He sighed, blushing even more and feeling incredibly awkward.
"C'mon Ron, let's get this over with." he muttered, and smiled even
though he was not in a smiling mood.
"If I didn't know better, I would think you
were looking forward to this," said Ron, looking suspiciously at Harry.
But he took a hold of Harry's hand and allowed himself to be pulled to
his feet.
"For the love of Quidditch, Ron I don't want
to do this anymore than you do. But they'll never shut up if we don't.
Let's get it over with." He swallowed hard and he and Ron stood next
to the armchair by the fire.
"Got the timer ready, George?" Fred
asked, unable to keep from grinning insanely.
"Yep! Get to it, you lovebirds!"
"George!" Ron shouted indignatly.
George just laughed and brushed off the comments Ron was hurling at him.
Harry smiled sheepishly when Ron finished
telling off his brother. Before Ron could redden anymore, Harry leaned
forward to capture Ron's mouth with his. He closed his eyes and hoped
he wouldn't miss. He didn't, and Ron stiffened up like a piece of
plywood, but then remembered why Harry was kissing hm. For a few
seconds, there were extremely awkward, both boys as far away from each
other as possible. Netiher of them was doing anything, mouths stuck
shut as if with clamps. When Ron's back began to ache, he thought
to himself, 'Why not? Let's give them a run for their money,' considering
how uncomfortable it was for both of them to be leaning forward like that,
so he moved closer, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist. Harry
was very surprised and almost pulled away, but he must have been on the
same train of thought Ron was, so he slipped his arms under Ron's and stroked
his back.
Neither of them thought the kissing was that
bad, in fact, they began to enjoy it. They were such good friends,
had been through so much together, they loved each other very deeply.
Maybe not this exact brand of love persay, but it wasn't that terrible
to be kissing their best friend.
Harry gasped internally as Ron slid his lips
open and traced over Harry's pearly whites with his tongue and forcefully
worked his jaw up and down. Harry pushed him against the fireplace
and, without stalling the kiss, traced over Ron's teeth as well.
It was Ron's turn to moan with pleasure
"Hey! You guys! Your minute's
up! Hello! You can stop now! Ron! Harry!
The minute's over..."
Harry reached behind him and waved off Hermione's
stutters with a hand, then replaced the hand behind Ron's head, entwining
his fingers in red hair.
Laughter filled the common room, awkward,
confused laughter. Harry and Ron ignored it, but were both wondering
why they had never done this before. Well, the reason was obvious,
but they had no idea that it would be this enjoyable. Harry was a
bit unsure of why he didn't want to stop kissing Ron, and Ron was busy
wondering why Harry seemed to be smiling as he playfully nipped Ron's lower
lip.
The laughter was replaced with hoots and cheers
when the two boys stumbled clumsily to the couch and Ron shoved Harry backwards
onto the pillows, pinning the smaller boy's shoulders into the cusions.
He propped his upper body up on his elbows, with half of him on top of
Harry. He decided that the two of them had already lost their dignity,
and would forever be a concept of discussion on those cold winter nights
byuy the fire, so he didn't care any more.
Harry was a slave to him, he was under Ron's
spell, couldn't have stopped or moved even if he had wanted to...which
he most certainly didn't. But, his mouth was starting to ache and
he was out of breath; Ron's style was very forceful and fierce. He
broke away, gasping. He smiled with bright red lips up at Ron, his
green eyes sparkling behind lopsided glasses. Ron smiled coyly and
straightened Harry's askew frames, but his eyes were nervous. He
stopped grinning insanely, and his eyes opened very wide. "S-Sorry,
Harry. don't know what - don't know what came over me -"
"Oh shut up, Ron. You were never too
good at talking. But, as comfortable as I am right now, I think you
should get offa me, I can't breathe. Let's go face the terrors."
Ron nodded dumbly and pushed himself off of the couch. They were
met with seven open-mouthed stares, even Fred and George were stunned.
Ron smirked and slung an arm around Harry's waist. "What are you
looking at?"
"Wow, you two sure were gettin' it on!" Fred laughed, tossing
the bottle aside. "You know, we should play spin the bottle more
often. I could sell tickets!" Harry blushed, and was beginning
to have regrets about the few minutes before. No doubt they had been
enjoyable, but if he was going to be taunted like this...
"Oh yeah? Well better start soon!"
With that, Ron dipped Harry by his waist, and planted a kiss on his lips
with a sharp smack. "You make me so horny!" Ron whispered jokingly
in Harry's ear and playfully pinched Harry's derierre. Harry gasped
and blushed, but nevertheless he slipped his cold fingers under the back
of Ron's shirt. He caressed Ron's back lightly with his figertip
pads, then he winked and shook his hair until it stood out rakishly all
over his head.
"No doubt they'll be sold out in no time..." with a far
away look on his face and a twinkle in his eyes, he waved his hand like
he was portraying a picture. "Imagine! The Boy who Lived and
his faithful Wheezy - snogging in closet near you!"
