Kiss and Don't Tell
This is pointless, useless, unoriginal, clichéd, blah, blah, blah. But who cares? It was a heck of a lot of fun to write. So go ahead and read it. But no flamers, because I warned you! It's fluffy, crazy and just plain fun. Good Charlotte, Simple Plan, and Eve's music inspired the light tones taken in this chapter. I owe so much to their music!
Don't forget to review~!
Disclaimer (For All Chapters): I own nothing and no-one. Not even Kay Yuwen. She is a depiction of a good friend of mine who is in love with Draco. Girl, you can have him!
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Harry glared at his friends.
"Spin the bottle?"
Ron nodded. "It sounds like fun, Hermione explained it to me."
"It is," the girl agreed, "c'mon. It's our 7th year, might as well do something interesting."
"Yea," Ron said.
The three of them sat in the common room, chatting. Voldemort had been defeated last year, leaving them spare time. Lots of it. They couldn't believe how much time saving the wizarding world had taken. But it was over now, and it was time to be teenagers - if they could. So spin the bottle was suggested. By Hermione, of all people. Harry was boggled.
Spin the bottle, he knew, was a Muggle kissing game. Often it was paired with 7 minutes in heaven. The pair chosen was shooed into a closet, where they had up to seven minutes to do he-didn't-want-to-know what. On second thought, it may be the only way to get Ron and Hermione to admit they liked each other, so why not.
"Fine," he said quickly. Then Ginny walked in.
"Hey guys, I'm in too," she said, tossing auburn hair over her slim shoulders. Ron stood up.
"Absolutely not!"
Ginny sat down, crossing her legs so they looked a mile long. "Harry," she said sweetly, "you don't mind if I join you guys, do you?"
Ron sent a double barreled glare at his friend, who felt little sweat beads form on his forehead. On one hand, Ginny had grown up a lot. On the other she was his best friend's little sister. He was saved the trouble of choosing by Hermione' sudden burst of opinion.
"Really Ron. I can just charm the bottle not to pair you guys up! If Ginny wants to play . . . she is sixteen."
Ron glared at her. "NO! GINNY IS MY LITTLE SISTER! I DON'T WANT HER SNOGGING GOD-KNOWS-WHO!"
"It's just your friends, Ron," Harry said calmly, glad the pressure was off him.
"Like that's supposed to make me feel any better," he sulked. Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, and Kay Yuwen walked in. Kay was a 7th year transfer student from Canada with almond shaped eyes, ebony hair and a very mischievous streak.
"Hey Ron," she said, grinning wickedly, "Whatcha guys up to?"
"Not much, just going to play spin the bottle," he said.
"Hey, we're in!" Seamus and Dean said, glancing at Kay. She gave them a little wink before settling on the couch next to Ginny. The two of them began whispering furiously about something. Harry strongly suspected it was who's-gonna-snog-who. The group waited until Hermione ran up to her room for a bottle. When she returned, they walked out in search of an empty classroom with a closet to spare. They scurried down towards the dungeons - there was always a spare Potions room. On the way, they met up with someone they would have rather avoided.
"What are you up to, Potter," Draco Malfoy sneered.
"Not anything you'd be interested in, Malfoy," he growled back.
"Oh really? Kay, darling . . ." he drawled.
"Yes, Drakie?"
For once, the pale-haired boy didn't wince. "What are you up to?"
"I'm not telling," she said coyly, "why don't you come and see?"
He slung an arm around the girl's shoulders. "I think I will, babe," he said coolly, and then they walked down the halls towards the dungeons.
*
I know, short, sweet and stupid. But hey, I don't want to give it all away at once, do I? So click the little blue button, and review.
Please note: This story will be developing a plot later on. Just gimme a chance!
Lily_Among_the_Thorns_89
This is pointless, useless, unoriginal, clichéd, blah, blah, blah. But who cares? It was a heck of a lot of fun to write. So go ahead and read it. But no flamers, because I warned you! It's fluffy, crazy and just plain fun. Good Charlotte, Simple Plan, and Eve's music inspired the light tones taken in this chapter. I owe so much to their music!
Don't forget to review~!
Disclaimer (For All Chapters): I own nothing and no-one. Not even Kay Yuwen. She is a depiction of a good friend of mine who is in love with Draco. Girl, you can have him!
*
Harry glared at his friends.
"Spin the bottle?"
Ron nodded. "It sounds like fun, Hermione explained it to me."
"It is," the girl agreed, "c'mon. It's our 7th year, might as well do something interesting."
"Yea," Ron said.
The three of them sat in the common room, chatting. Voldemort had been defeated last year, leaving them spare time. Lots of it. They couldn't believe how much time saving the wizarding world had taken. But it was over now, and it was time to be teenagers - if they could. So spin the bottle was suggested. By Hermione, of all people. Harry was boggled.
Spin the bottle, he knew, was a Muggle kissing game. Often it was paired with 7 minutes in heaven. The pair chosen was shooed into a closet, where they had up to seven minutes to do he-didn't-want-to-know what. On second thought, it may be the only way to get Ron and Hermione to admit they liked each other, so why not.
"Fine," he said quickly. Then Ginny walked in.
"Hey guys, I'm in too," she said, tossing auburn hair over her slim shoulders. Ron stood up.
"Absolutely not!"
Ginny sat down, crossing her legs so they looked a mile long. "Harry," she said sweetly, "you don't mind if I join you guys, do you?"
Ron sent a double barreled glare at his friend, who felt little sweat beads form on his forehead. On one hand, Ginny had grown up a lot. On the other she was his best friend's little sister. He was saved the trouble of choosing by Hermione' sudden burst of opinion.
"Really Ron. I can just charm the bottle not to pair you guys up! If Ginny wants to play . . . she is sixteen."
Ron glared at her. "NO! GINNY IS MY LITTLE SISTER! I DON'T WANT HER SNOGGING GOD-KNOWS-WHO!"
"It's just your friends, Ron," Harry said calmly, glad the pressure was off him.
"Like that's supposed to make me feel any better," he sulked. Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, and Kay Yuwen walked in. Kay was a 7th year transfer student from Canada with almond shaped eyes, ebony hair and a very mischievous streak.
"Hey Ron," she said, grinning wickedly, "Whatcha guys up to?"
"Not much, just going to play spin the bottle," he said.
"Hey, we're in!" Seamus and Dean said, glancing at Kay. She gave them a little wink before settling on the couch next to Ginny. The two of them began whispering furiously about something. Harry strongly suspected it was who's-gonna-snog-who. The group waited until Hermione ran up to her room for a bottle. When she returned, they walked out in search of an empty classroom with a closet to spare. They scurried down towards the dungeons - there was always a spare Potions room. On the way, they met up with someone they would have rather avoided.
"What are you up to, Potter," Draco Malfoy sneered.
"Not anything you'd be interested in, Malfoy," he growled back.
"Oh really? Kay, darling . . ." he drawled.
"Yes, Drakie?"
For once, the pale-haired boy didn't wince. "What are you up to?"
"I'm not telling," she said coyly, "why don't you come and see?"
He slung an arm around the girl's shoulders. "I think I will, babe," he said coolly, and then they walked down the halls towards the dungeons.
*
I know, short, sweet and stupid. But hey, I don't want to give it all away at once, do I? So click the little blue button, and review.
Please note: This story will be developing a plot later on. Just gimme a chance!
Lily_Among_the_Thorns_89
