Disclaimer: I keep forgetting to put this thing in! It's a bit stupid that you have to do it actually, what are the chances that I'm J.K. Rowling??? None!

I've decided I'm going to keep that disclaimer for every chapter now. Quite pointless really, to write it over and over and over again. Anyway, I wasn't feeling lazy, so I have decided to write another chapter. You lucky lucky people, getting two chapters in one day. It stinks a bit that they don't show up as soon as I actually upload them and all. Oh well, here's chapter...six is it? Yes, six! Wow...six...woohoo!

Oh, harry-potter-luvs-me - I lied, I'm actually two years younger I think...w/e, here's the story!

The Hogsmeade trip was over, and that night, all the students were relaxing. It was a little hard

to relax nowadays, though, since all four houses shared one common room. Sharing a common

room with the Slytherins wasn't exactly what the other three houses could call conditions to

relax in. All were dressed in their pajamas, lounging around, chatting amongst friends. The

Slytherins, however, looked as if they were up to something. Suddenly one yelled out.

"Hey, let's play Spin the Bottle!" All heads turned to see who had suggested the game.

Malfoy had. 'Typical,' thought Hermione. 'He'd like nothing better than an excuse to snog

girls.' The students had all gathered around in a circle, except for Hermione and Ron.

"You know," Hermione said, faking a yawn. "I'm really tired, I think I'll just go up to bed,

goodnight!" she tried to run up the stairs just as Ron said he was tired as well. Unfortunately,

Ginny and Harry yelled "NOT SO FAST!", and then grabbed the two, plopping them down in

the circle.

"I hate you right now," Hermione told Ginny, glaring at her. Ginny just flashed her a smile.

Hermione narrowed her eyes.

"All right, I'll start." The speaker was, of course, Malfoy. "Now," Malfoy said. "The bottle's

enchanted, so it can't land on the same gender as you. It doesn't matter how you kiss the

person, but you do have to. There isn't a limit on time, you can snog all night if you really

wanted to, I suppose. Anyway, let's start." Malfoy finished talking and spun the bottle.

Everyone watched as it started to slow down, wondering who it was that had the misfortune to

kiss Malfoy. The bottle spun slower and slower...until it finally stopped on (A/N: Should I

make this a cliffhanger? No, I won't, I'm in the mood to write. You've gotten lucky again. :-P)

Hermione. She immediately shut her eyes, hoping it was just a nightmare, and that she'd be

waking up at any second. But it wasn't. By the time she had opened her eyes, Malfoy had

already made his way over to her. He kneeled down in front of her, and watched in amusement

as she tried to back away. Soon Hermione realized there was nowhere she could go, so she

just sat still and waited for it. And it came...almost. Just as Malfoy leaned in to press his lips

against hers, she turned her head at the last moment, so his mouth came in contact with her

cheek. He glared at her as everyone laughed, and smoothly walked back to his seat. Hermone

looked over at Ron who was laughing, and she smiled.

"Come on Hermione, it's your turn to spin!" Ginny urged her. Hermione took the bottle and

spun it, having it end up landing on...Ron. Hermione's face paled as she stood up and walked

over to her best friend and crush. Ron's face matched his hair, but he stood up as well when

she reached him. He leaned down and gave her a soft sweet kiss that lasted only a second or

two, but when they both broke apart, both of their faces were red, and Hermione felt burning

hot all of a sudden.

"Umm, I really don't feel weel, I'm going to bed, goodnight everyone!" Hermione said, and then

she dashed up the stairs and to her dormitory as fast as she could. She was embarrassed. No,

she was beyond embarrassed. She could never face Ron again. But she HAD enjoyed that

kiss. Too bad she would never get another from him.

Okay, it's short I know, and I guess it's a bit cheesy, or corny or whatever, but I am a serious hopeless romantic, which is pretty sad, but it's true. Anyway it's really short, because my 10 year old cousin and 7 year old sister are begging me to play restauraunt with them. I'm almost fifteen, and I'm stuck playing restaurant. Save me from my misery, and review. It'll make me feel better. Just like it says in the summary, take two seconds to write down at the very very least "yay" or "boo". Won't take much out of your time will it? Well, I'm off to cook fake food, so I shall update soon!