Disclaimer:The only character of JK Rowling's that I own is Harry. He's chained to my bed right now, crying out for his beloved Hermione. He's cracked!! Hermione's not real! She's just a figment of JK Rowling's imagination.
A/N This will be very strange, and I will be relying on reader input for ideas. Here's the story.
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The Gryffindor Common Room
Chrisrmas Eve at Hogwarts was like no other night of the year. There was music, dancing, and partying in every house common room. But in Gryffindor particularly there was a lot of fun taking place.
"So, Harry," said Harry's best friend, Ron. "Do you know any good group Muggle games we could play??"
"Sure," answered Harry, "We could play spin the bottle."
"Sounds neat. How do you play? Do we need a real bottle?" questioned Ron.
"Hey, Mione!" called Harry, "Come here for a minute, would you? Ron wants to know how to play spin the bottle, and I don't know all the rules!"
Hermione came over, "Spin the bottle?" she asked suspisously. Ron and Harry nodded. "OK. You need a glass bottle and at least twenty people."
"Check," said Ron.
"The first person spins the bottle until it points at someone of the opposite sex."
"Check,"
"Then the first person has to kiss the second person on the lips for seven seconds. If the same two people are spun on again, they have to french kiss for seven seconds. The third time they are picked, they must be locked inside a closet for seven minutes."
"Check, check, check," answered Ron. "I think we can do that."
He turned to the crowd and yelled,"Everybody get in a circle! Let's play spin the bottle."
Five minutes later, everyone, with the exxception of Ron, Fred, and Lavender were seated in a loose circle on the floor and in chairs. There were more than enough people to play, as most people's parents had wanted them to stay because of Voldemort's return.
It was Harry's turn now. He had just been kissed by Alicia Spinnet, a Gryffindor Chaser.
"Ready?" whispered Ron to Fred.
"Yeah," whispered back Fred, "When Harry spins it will land on Mione, they'll kiss and live happily ever after."
"That's Hermione to you, Fred," retorted Lavender grinning "Only Harry calls Hermione, Mione."
"Harry's spinning! Do it Fred!" whispered Ron frantically.
Fred whipped out his wand and said quietly, "Acciello Hermione Granger."
The bottle spun, and spun, and spun.......
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A/N Should I end it here? No, you'll hate me forever.
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and landed on Hermione.
Harry and Hermione stood up, slightly embarassed. It was obvious to everybody but them that they fancied each other.
For few moments, everybody was quiet, waiting to see who would make the first move. Then, from the corner, Ron yelled, "Are you gonna kiss her or what? We ain't got all bloody night ya know!!"
The boys suddenly began chantings of, "Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!"
The girls also began chants of, "Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him!"
Hermione was shooting dagers at the crowd, while Ron got an especially nasty look from Harry. He knew what Ron had done. He had set him up with Hermione. Harry mouthed at Ron, 'I'll kill you. But, thanks.'
Mean while, Hermione was shouting at the chanting crowd, "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! SHUT U-"
But she never got to finish her sentance, because Harry chose tha moment to take her in his arms, and kiss her passionately. She seemed surprised, but relaxed into the kiss willingly, clutching Harry's sweater to hold him close to her. She was drowning into oblivion. So was he.
"Um, hello? Guys? It's been like three minutes," They broke apart like startled rabbits, and blushed deeply.
There were several sniggers from the crowd and loads of whoops issued from the winners of bets. The losers of the bets counted money into the hands of the other party.
When Harry sat back down in his place in an over stuffed chair, Hermione promtly sat on his lap. More whoops and hollars could be heard from outside of the portrait hole.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," whispered Harry in Hermione's ear.
"I think I probably do," she whispered back, grinning. "I don't really want to play spin the bottle any more." she added.
"Me neither," said Harry, taking the oppratunity to kis her deeply again. More cheers came. "Let's find a more private place." he whispered to her.
Hermione nodded, and they found a chair in the corner where they could have spent all night whispering mushy things to each other without inturruption.(A/N I refuse to tell you what those things are. They deserve some privacy.)
A bit later, the others decided that they didn't want to play any longer, so they disbanded the circle and sat in chairs to talk.
Harry's and Hermione's chair was facing towards the fire, away from the portrait hole. So Harry didn't see Proffesser Mcgonagall, or the girl she had in tow. In the future, he would wonder if he had seen Mcgonagall's companion, would he have been able to save Hermione from her destiny?##########################################################################################
(A/N Don't worry. this is the first part in a trilogy. Hermione dies at the end of this one. I'm telling you now so it won't be a huge shock when she croaks. But she will have to come back in the next part. If she doesn't, then Harry will just mope around and not care about anything. But please don't stop reading here. It's a really good story, I think, anyway. I need some help on how she is going to die. It has to be to save Harry's life, though. I need ten reviews before I post the next chapter. Flamers count. I love them.)
A/N This will be very strange, and I will be relying on reader input for ideas. Here's the story.
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The Gryffindor Common Room
Chrisrmas Eve at Hogwarts was like no other night of the year. There was music, dancing, and partying in every house common room. But in Gryffindor particularly there was a lot of fun taking place.
"So, Harry," said Harry's best friend, Ron. "Do you know any good group Muggle games we could play??"
"Sure," answered Harry, "We could play spin the bottle."
"Sounds neat. How do you play? Do we need a real bottle?" questioned Ron.
"Hey, Mione!" called Harry, "Come here for a minute, would you? Ron wants to know how to play spin the bottle, and I don't know all the rules!"
Hermione came over, "Spin the bottle?" she asked suspisously. Ron and Harry nodded. "OK. You need a glass bottle and at least twenty people."
"Check," said Ron.
"The first person spins the bottle until it points at someone of the opposite sex."
"Check,"
"Then the first person has to kiss the second person on the lips for seven seconds. If the same two people are spun on again, they have to french kiss for seven seconds. The third time they are picked, they must be locked inside a closet for seven minutes."
"Check, check, check," answered Ron. "I think we can do that."
He turned to the crowd and yelled,"Everybody get in a circle! Let's play spin the bottle."
Five minutes later, everyone, with the exxception of Ron, Fred, and Lavender were seated in a loose circle on the floor and in chairs. There were more than enough people to play, as most people's parents had wanted them to stay because of Voldemort's return.
It was Harry's turn now. He had just been kissed by Alicia Spinnet, a Gryffindor Chaser.
"Ready?" whispered Ron to Fred.
"Yeah," whispered back Fred, "When Harry spins it will land on Mione, they'll kiss and live happily ever after."
"That's Hermione to you, Fred," retorted Lavender grinning "Only Harry calls Hermione, Mione."
"Harry's spinning! Do it Fred!" whispered Ron frantically.
Fred whipped out his wand and said quietly, "Acciello Hermione Granger."
The bottle spun, and spun, and spun.......
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A/N Should I end it here? No, you'll hate me forever.
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and landed on Hermione.
Harry and Hermione stood up, slightly embarassed. It was obvious to everybody but them that they fancied each other.
For few moments, everybody was quiet, waiting to see who would make the first move. Then, from the corner, Ron yelled, "Are you gonna kiss her or what? We ain't got all bloody night ya know!!"
The boys suddenly began chantings of, "Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!"
The girls also began chants of, "Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him!"
Hermione was shooting dagers at the crowd, while Ron got an especially nasty look from Harry. He knew what Ron had done. He had set him up with Hermione. Harry mouthed at Ron, 'I'll kill you. But, thanks.'
Mean while, Hermione was shouting at the chanting crowd, "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! SHUT U-"
But she never got to finish her sentance, because Harry chose tha moment to take her in his arms, and kiss her passionately. She seemed surprised, but relaxed into the kiss willingly, clutching Harry's sweater to hold him close to her. She was drowning into oblivion. So was he.
"Um, hello? Guys? It's been like three minutes," They broke apart like startled rabbits, and blushed deeply.
There were several sniggers from the crowd and loads of whoops issued from the winners of bets. The losers of the bets counted money into the hands of the other party.
When Harry sat back down in his place in an over stuffed chair, Hermione promtly sat on his lap. More whoops and hollars could be heard from outside of the portrait hole.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," whispered Harry in Hermione's ear.
"I think I probably do," she whispered back, grinning. "I don't really want to play spin the bottle any more." she added.
"Me neither," said Harry, taking the oppratunity to kis her deeply again. More cheers came. "Let's find a more private place." he whispered to her.
Hermione nodded, and they found a chair in the corner where they could have spent all night whispering mushy things to each other without inturruption.(A/N I refuse to tell you what those things are. They deserve some privacy.)
A bit later, the others decided that they didn't want to play any longer, so they disbanded the circle and sat in chairs to talk.
Harry's and Hermione's chair was facing towards the fire, away from the portrait hole. So Harry didn't see Proffesser Mcgonagall, or the girl she had in tow. In the future, he would wonder if he had seen Mcgonagall's companion, would he have been able to save Hermione from her destiny?##########################################################################################
(A/N Don't worry. this is the first part in a trilogy. Hermione dies at the end of this one. I'm telling you now so it won't be a huge shock when she croaks. But she will have to come back in the next part. If she doesn't, then Harry will just mope around and not care about anything. But please don't stop reading here. It's a really good story, I think, anyway. I need some help on how she is going to die. It has to be to save Harry's life, though. I need ten reviews before I post the next chapter. Flamers count. I love them.)