Harry Potter 7 Minutes in Heaven

**This is a story that is by a random character I literally just thought up of and I rearrange things to make her fit with the boys in Hogwarts. For example, if you want Draco, then you will be a Slytherin, but if you want Ron, then you will be a Gryffindor. Characters listed are: Ron, Harry, Dean, Seamus, Neville, Fred, George, Oliver, Draco, Blaise and Cedric. I may make a second one with the Professors and Marauders or something…it depends. (Set during various years.) Thank you.** -Hermione, Lavender, Pavarti, Ginny, Katie, Angelina and Carlie (the OC) will be the girls. **[P.S. There will be Deathly Hallow Spoilers and some smut! BE WARNED.]**

Story:

(FOR ALL GRYFFINDOR BOYS, SANS OLIVER WOOD)

I sighed, making my way towards the Gryffindor Common Room. A long day it has been, indeed. Since Snape was in one of his usual foul moods, I had received a double detention for dropping my ink on Vincent Crabbe's parchment, and was just getting back from scrubbing the trophy room with my toothbrush. Good thing I packed more than one toothbrush this year.

I mumbled the password to the Fat Lady and made my way to one of the couches, hardly noticing that thirteen people were in a circle with a bottle laying in the middle. Without a word to the group or even a nod of recognition, I plopped down on the couch in front of the fire and closed my eyes. I noticed that the room was deadly quiet, sans a bit of awkward shuffling and my deep breathing.

"Hey Carlie…" The silence of the room since I arrived was broken and I opened my eyes to see that Fred and George were standing over me, grinning.

"…What?"

"Whatcha doin?"

"What does it look like, Fred?" I said, eyeing the twins.

"Oh, well, since you're not busy then, how 'bout you join us for a nice, fun game?" George asked, sneaking a smirk to his twin.

I sighed and sat up, stretching my arms lazily over my head before frowning. "Alright, what's the catch?"

"Oh nothing, just that we're short one person in a harmless game that's really fun to play, that's all," Fred said, smiling rather sadistically.

"Oh you two. Fine. I'll play. What is it called?" I asked, glancing at the bottle the people were surrounding. "Is it spin the bottle?"

"Spin the bottle? Well, that doesn't sound like much fun. Don't worry, this is a muggle game that we're playing. I guess you know it, actually. It's called," George said, taking a seat next to Hermione and motioning me to sit next to Dean.

"7 minutes in heaven. Once it lands on you, you'll go into the bathroom for seven minutes," Fred cut in, sitting next to his sister. "Except we've magicked the bottle to only land on someone of the opposite gender, unless, well, you know, you fancy the other way," He grinned, wagging his eyebrows.

I snorted. "7 minutes in heaven? Really, guys?"

"Oh come now, Carlie. We're all adults here," Fred said.

"Well, some of us are," George piped in, looking at Ron with a smirk.

"Hey! Only you two are legal. And, and I'm a prefect! Don't make me give you a detention for…for…"

"For what, Ronald? You can't give them a detention for making fun of you," Hermione interjected coolly.

"What about you? You didn't even put a stop to this!"

"Why would I? It's just a bit of harmless fun. As long as nothing illegal is going to happen," she shot a weary glance at the twins, "then, we're not breaking the rules."

"Oh you two! Stop your bickering and let's begin now that we have an even number of people," Dean said, motioning to the group.

"'Bit excited, mate?" Seamus cut in, laughing.

"Okay, okay, ladies. Since we have a guest of honor, shall she go first?" George piped in, smiling at me. "Oh, by the way, if you don't kiss the person the bottle landed on, we will know, and you have to shoot a cup of Fire Whiskey down, yes, Harry, a cup, not a shot. So pucker up, lovelies!"

"GEORGE! YOU DIDN'T!" Hermione shouted.

"If everyone keeps to the person the bottle landed on, then we won't be breaking the rules, so calm down, Hermione," Fred grinned, finally handing me the bottle.

"Oh, Merlin," I sighed, spinning the bottle. After a couple of minutes it slowed down, coming to a complete stop. I followed the bottle's neck to the pair of knees it stopped at. Looking up, I saw who I had to spend the next seven minutes with…