Prompt for 2nd December 2020: When a little too much Butterbeer or Firewhiskey was consumed, Harry and/or Hermione finally confess to each other, drunkenly.
'Another drink?' offered Hermione, holding out a Butterbeer bottle to Harry.
'I've already had my fair share,' he said.
'Oh, go on,' insisted Hermione. 'It's a celebration, remember? You deserve to indulge a little.'
Shrugging, Harry took it, thanked her and took a long swig. He glanced back at Hermione, who was sitting quite close and looking at him rather intently.
'What are you looking at?' he asked, cocking his head.
'You. You're awfully attractive, you know,' she replied, her cheeks tinged red.
'Oh. Um, thanks,' mumbled Harry. 'So are you, you know,' he added before suddenly feeling rather tongue-tied.
'Really?' beamed Hermione, leaning even closer to him on the sofa.
Harry nodded as Hermione's lips suddenly captured his. Groaning silently as she gently bit his bottom lip, the light buzzing in his head from all the Butterbeer dared him to hold her closer, to let his hands wander dangerously down her lower back -
The sound of a pointedly loud cough made them both jump apart. Flushing profusely, they looked up and realised that the entire Common Room was staring at them.
'Well,' said Ron, biting back a smirk. 'How long have you two been holding back on that?'