Date & Time: June 22nd, Saturday Evening

Place: The Burrow

Gossip...well, not really...anyways, Participants: Pansy, Ginger, Hermione, Ginny, Helena, Luna, Verity, Shanelle, Harry, Ron, Ernie, Seamus, Dean, and Neville...

Topic: No, You My Wonderfully Perverted Readers, This Is Not An Orgy Chapter...Sort Of. PART TWO!


"Why didn't you ever tell me?" asked Neville nervously. He really was new to this. No girl had ever admitted liking him, and there stood possibly the hottest girl in his year, practically naked in his vocabulary, confessing her lust for him.

"Because you're a Gryffindor," sighed Ginger, getting a bit irritated. She grinned. "Let's get it on, then."

"Huh? Wha-what are you...hey!" Neville turned beet red as she pushed him against the wall and snogged him.


"Seamus, you look too excited," commented Ernie, smiling, as Seamus hurriedly grabbed the bottle and turned it. The bottle kept spinning, and there was a knock on the door.

"Hey, guys!" grinned Ginny, "I'm here!"

"Where were you?" asked Harry.

"Just helping Ginger with something real quick...I'm here now!" she said brightly; she had indeed helped with the whole mood setting, putting a silencing charm on her room, and more.

"Take a seat, we're playing seven minutes in heaven," said Shanelle, making a spot for Ginny to sit down, "You won't guess what happened between Helena and," she sighed, "-your brother."

Ginny looked surprised at Helena, who grinned pleasantly. The bottle kept on spinning until it landed on Verity. Seamus grinned and Verity looked rather disappointed, glancing sadly at Ernie before being forced into the closet with Seamus.

"Does the game really work like this?" asked Luna dreamily. "Does Seamus get to do whatever he wants, or is it Verity?"

Anyhow, quite soon, people heard Verity shriek.

"He's being too eager, I reckon," said Ron.

"Don't touch me there, you pervert!" they heard Verity shriek from inside the closet.

"I have seven minutes!" complained Seamus.

"Where the hell is my wand?"

"No, don't!" cried Seamus. Everyone cracked up outside.

"Verity, sweetie, you have to follow the rules!" called Hermione at the closet. There was a big sigh heard from inside.

"Ugh, fine," grumbled Verity. Little unidentifiable noises were heard but no dialogue for the next five minutes, and they emerged, Seamus looking rather satisfied and Verity clearly pissed off. She also looked a bit dishelved.

"Oh, wait!" cried Helena. "Wasn't Ron supposed to spin? Seamus just went when it wasn't his turn!"

Verity looked as if she could murder him here and now.

"Let Ron spin, then. Verity, do you mind if you don't get your turn just yet?" asked Hermione.

"Not at all," replied Verity, glaring at Seamus.

Ron grabbed the bottle and spun it. It spun and spun till it landed on...Luna.

The girls were horrified, boys shared cautious glances, and Ron's expression was unidentifiable.

"Well, get on with it," said Hermione miserably. Ron and Luna walked into the closet.


"I...pfft...can't...breathe," gasped Neville, breaking away from Ginger for air. She was too eager to let him off for too long, however. Her breasts in her green bra were smashed against his chest, and she squealed as she felt his erection against her crotch. He smiled embarrassedly and tried to pull away, but she began to unbuckle his belt.

"Wh...what are you doing?" trembled Neville, gulping.

"I'm gonna give you the best time ever," Ginger whispered, getting on her knees before him and sliding down his trousers.


"Er," said Ron rather awkwardly as he and Luna were left alone in the closet. He hadn't really had any feelings for Luna despite some of his mates admitted being strangely attracted to her. She freaked him out.

"So what should I do?" asked Luna pleasantly.

"You don't have to do anything," said Ron quickly. He was speaking in a low voice so people outside wouldn't hear.

"Oh, why not?" asked Luna innocently.

Ron gulped as Luna smiled.


"What's taking so long?" snapped Hermione, tapping her foot.

"They're supposed to take seven minutes, Hermione," said Ginny, rolling her eyes. "It's only been four minutes."

"No! What are you doing!" cried Ron suddenly. Everyone outside froze.

The girls suppressed a grin (including Hermione, who really couldn't help herself) as they heard Luna murmur something about 'pribscotts' and 'medical reasons' and 'right dosage'. Harry blinked, Dean cocked his head, Ernie shrugged, and Seamus bit his lower lip.

When the seven minutes were up, Ron staggered out of the closet, looking exhausted.

"Look, I'm not complaining," he breathed tiredly. "But this game is really...physically straining."

"Even for Weasley two girls in a row's pretty tough," snickered Pansy to Shanelle, who only looked too disappointed.

"It's Luna's turn!" cried Helena, handing Luna the bottle. Everyone took a seat and Luna spun it.

It spun, spun, spun...till it landed on Ernie. He looked a bit taken aback.

"I can just kiss, right?" he whispered to Dean's ear, worried.

"Technically, you don't have to do anything," Dean informed him.

But Luna seemed to think otherwise.


"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," breathed Neville, his eyes half-closed. Ginger had taken it upon herself to seat him on the bed and give him head.

"You like it?" she said sweetly, stopping for a second to wipe her mouth.

"Yes...yes..." whispered Neville. He hadn't really figured out what was really going on, but he hadn't really had such experience before.


Ernie also staggered out of the closet.

"I think Luna may do it a bit differently?" whispered Helena to Ginny. "These boys look more tired than satisfied."

"I think she...overdoes it," Ginny whispered back.

"Ernie, spin the bottle," said Harry.

He obliged. It landed on Pansy, who smiled, knowing after her seven minutes with Ernie, it was her turn to spin; which meant there was a chance it would land on Harry.

Pansy sat in the closet with Ernie.

"Well?" she said rather impatiently.

Ernie sighed.

"I'm sorry, Parkinson," said Ernie tiredly. "After Lovegood...I'm too drained to do anything."

"I'm not asking for anything," said Pansy simply, quite glad. They just sat idly for about six minutes. Ernie broke the silence.

"Well, since we're in here, we might as well snog, I guess..." he said indifferently. "I gotta have something to say when I get out of here..."

"Okay...sure..." said Pansy, rolling her eyes. It had to be the most boring six minutes of her life. She leaned in and kissed him briefly.

When she pulled away, she was surprised to see he was blushing. Pansy cocked her head in confusion. The door soon opened, and she walked out, followed by Ernie, who still had shades of crimson in his cheeks.

"Pansy, spin the bottle," ordered Ginny. Her one hand held Harry's arm protectively.

The bottle spun...spun...spun...and it landed on...alas, Harry Potter himself.