Disclaimer- No, I don't own Harry Potter or any of his little friends. And thank you so much for bringing up such a painful subject.
Spin the Butterbeer
"This is childish and I will have nothing to do with it," Severus Snape announced, crossing his arms and acting in such a way that his statement was ironic.
"Don't be such a baby Severus!" Hermione Granger scolded.
"That's Professor Snape, Miss Granger," Snape snarled.
"But you're on a first name bases with all the other staff," Hermione pointed out.
"They weren't my students five years ago," Snape explained.
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Oh, I forgot it was as recent as that," she said sarcastically.
"If you two are done flirting, can we get on with this game?" McGonagall asked.
While Hermione nodded in response, all McGonagall got from Snape was a "if looks could kill" glare.
"Okay, we each take turns spinning the butterbeer bottle and whoever it lands on you have to kiss," Hermione explained.
"Bloody Dumbledore. I say we hex him six ways from Sunday when we get out of here," Snape suggested.
"Well, we're never going to get out if you don't stop complaining and play. The door won't open until we've finished," Hermione explained, getting fed up with the greasy bat.
Snape reached for a bottle of whisky. "Might as well make this as least painful as possible," he thought.
McGonagall spun first and had to kiss Flitwick. When Hagrid spun, the bottle ended up pointing in Snape's direction, but to both parties relief Hagrid was able to spin again and found a more favorable partner in Poppy. Then Hermione spun and had to kiss Lupin, who had once again become the DADA teacher at Hogwarts. Snape could have sworn he saw Lupin's tail wagging. Finally, it was the Potion Master's turn. Praying that if there was a supreme diety he wouldn't get Trelawney, he spun. It landed on a bushy haired, Gryffindor Muggle Studies teacher. But she had passed out from drinking too much of the spiked pumpkin juice. So Snape spun again and this time the bottle pointed to Hermione, a cop from New York who had got invited to the Christmas Party by mistake.
Snape mentally prepared himself and Hermione tried not to scream as he leaned over to kiss her, his huge nose blocking everything else from sight. So a few minutes later, they were cofuzzled when Snape found his arms wrapped around her and Hermione realized her hands were lost in his silky hair that wasn't oily when he actually used shampoo. What exactly happened that night, we'll never know because after that point everyone became so completely smashed that they forgot what happened anyway. Which is strange considering that the following year Albus Dumbledore found himself locked up in a room with only Dolores Umbridge and a bottle of butterbeer.