Hello, and welcome back, everyone. This is the second chapter of the Hogwarts Club, entitled, "Of Bottles and Tampons."
Also, I would love to give a shout out to all of youwho reviewed: I was at first hesitant to write another chapter, trying to find a reason in it all. I have come to find that you all are my motivation, and thank you so much forreading my story! And don't worry, there shall be quite a bit of romance in this fic, for I love that element to appear in all the stories I read, basically.
So, read on, live long, and be happy!
Disclaimer: Yes, I am really JK Rowling, and I'm making this fanfiction piece out of complete boredom. No, not really, you people. Sheesh.
Chapter Two: Of Bottles and Tampons
"Alohamora! Alohamora!" Ron yelled, waving his wand around madly. The rest of the bored students were watching him idly with disinterest.
"You stupid git, spells don't work in detention rooms unless a professor authorizes it!" Malfoy remarked nastily. Ron seemed to not know how to take that, so he avoided eye contact with Malfoy and sat down on the floor near Harry. Malfoy, however, was not finished. "I can't believe I got stuck in the same room with all of you people. I'll probably die soon…but then again, the world simply cannot afford to lose me…"
"Says you," Harry said under his breath.
Parvati, sensing a fight about to start, jumped up and stated, "Okay, everyone, I'm going to the restroom now." With that, she left, leaving her purse on the floor next to Hermione.
"Don't fall in," Terry called after her. "I really don't like her at all. She's such a…" he started, stumbling around for the right word.
"We know, Terry, we know," Ron said sympathetically, after having a rather embarrassing experience with Parvati earlier that day. Then, Ron was struck with an idea.
"Hey, she left her purse-thingy here!"
"No, Ron, don't you even dare!" Hermione said dangerously. "Don't go looking for trouble."
Ron groaned and Terry frowned, as they reached for the purse. "What do you mean, Hermione?" Ron cried. "It's payback! She's said bad things about all of us before! Can't you be bad for once?"
Hermione ignored the last question. "Don't go looking in there unless you want to find things that will embarrass you and her both." Ginny nodded, along with Luna, who was gazing at them with a bemused expression.
But Terry swat at the bag with his hand, knocking it over. "Oops," he said, and he smiled. The contents of the bag, however, landed in Harry's lap, who squirmed away and left them in the middle of the room. Ron and Terry moved closer, and began picking apart every little thing in the bag. Harry sat to the side, hesitant to come any closer, and Malfoy sat in the far corner, watching them closely.
"A brush," Terry said, handing it to Ron, "A picture with her and Lavender, a picture of…Gilderoy Lockhart?"
Hermione began to stand up to come see, but Ginny slapped her and she came back to her senses. She looked slightly flushed, as if angry, but she sat back down.
"And a bunch of makeup," continued Terry, "Like this eye stuff, and then this lipstick that's still in its wrapper."
Ginny snorted. "Lipstick doesn't normally come in wrappers, Terry."
"Are you sure it's lipstick?" came Malfoy's sarcastic voice.
"Well," said Ron, looking at it carefully, "It could be…uhm…"
"A tampon," said Luna, who was looking at Ron, her eyes shining.
Terry and Ron shrieked, and dropped all the tampons, spreading them everywhere in the room.
"YOU LITTLE BUGGERS!" Parvati screamed when she saw the mess on the floor. Then, strangely, she calmed herself down, and had a smirk on her face. "I know just how to get even with you two. Let's all play," she started, bringing out a bottle, "Spin the Bottle."
Malfoy immediately jumped in, as did Luna and Ginny. "Everyone knows I snog the best at Hogwarts," he said boldly.
Hermione then stood up, and looked over at Harry. "You've already been kissed. This should be nothing new, Harry," and then Harry reluctantly came over, dragging Ron along, who dragged Terry with him. They all sat in an oblong circle, and they gazed at the bottle apprehensively.
"The snogging will take place in that closet right there. Five minutes max," Parvati stated matter-of-factly.
"Wait," said Ron, "I am NOT letting Malfoy snog my sister!"
"Well, it's in the rules, Weasley. It's like you kissing Granger over there," Malfoy suggested, nodding over to Hermione, who blushed, as did Ron.
"That's different," Ron muttered.
The bottle was spun by Parvati first, and it landed on Ron, who blushed even more furiously when she dragged him to the closet. They were back out in three seconds.
"I had to kiss him on the cheek!" she fumed.
"Well I didn't want to snog her!"
"Who do you want to snog, then, Weasley?" Malfoy asked, his eyebrows raised.
He never answered.
Next was Ron and Hermione.
"Ron?" Hermione said inside the closet. "This is my first kiss."
"Me too."
"But I'm glad, you know, that it's by one of my best friends."
"Me too."
"Actually, I'm a bit nervous."
"Me too."
"Aren't you going to say anything besides that?"
"Well, I…"
Hermione leaned forward and kissed him squarely on the lips, and then walked out of the closet, with a slight smile on her face. Ron stood in the closet, touching his lips where he had just been kissed until Harry had to drag him out of there.
Hermione spun the bottle next, and it landed on Terry. The two of them went into the closet together.
"Bet they're having a nice, long, snog, don't you think, Weasley?" Malfoy said to Ron.
"Shut up, Malfoy," was his "original" reply.
When the three minutes were up, the two came out of the closet and walked back to the circle.
Terry spun the bottle and it landed on Luna. The two went into the closet for about five seconds when Terry came back, wiping his mouth off. "She did tongue after one second!" he yelled. Next was Luna and Harry, who seemed to have liked his experience with Luna a bit more than Terry. Then, Harry and Ginny went into the closet, and came back a second later, after Ginny giving him a quick peck on the lips.
Ginny, however, spun and the bottle landed on Malfoy.
"Oh look, Weasley! The little sister gets to snog me!"
Ron looked like he was about to explode. His face was redder than his red hair, and his fists were clenched so tight that his knuckles were white.
But Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy went into the closet together, anyway.
"Well, let's get this over with, I suppose," Malfoy said as if he were bored. And before she could say anything, Ginny felt his hot breath on her lips. This was the defining moment. She could never go back. Ginny knew she was about to seriously make out with someone for the first time, because Malfoy probably was as good a snogger as he said he was.
"Yes, lets," she said back sharply, and then he pressed his lips against hers immediately, taking her by surprise. He slid his lips across hers, slowly, seductively, as if he had every right to kiss her. As if he had every right to do more. His hands snaked around her waist and she felt dizzy all of the sudden, so she raised her hands to his neck to cling to him. He only drew her closer, and she gasped, opening her mouth slightly. Malfoy only took advantage of that moment, by pressing her lips farther apart, demanding entrance. To show him that she could learn quickly, she darted her own tongue into his mouth, and then ran her fingers through his hair. He shivered and moaned into her mouth.
Suddenly, he left her mouth and started to plant small, butterfly kisses on her neck, causing her to involuntarily shudder. She pressed his head to her neck, and he sucked here and there, leaving her to hold in moan after moan.
He wore no cologne, but there was a certain smell about him, something that made her love being so close to him, something that kindled a fire within herself.
"GINNY! GINNY! WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING IN THERE!" she distantly heard her brother yell as he pounded on the door.
Malfoy lifted his lips from her neck and said calmly, "It's not been three minutes yet, Weasley."
"I think it's been enough!" Ron yelled back. The two heard him try to open the door, but the door would not open.
"It appears that the door can only be opened from the inside," he said softly to Ginny, his voice husky. "So, do you want to leave?"
She could feel him smirk, somehow. And she didn't seem to have to answer.
He stole her lips once again, demanding all that she had to give, while she took all he offered.
After another minute, Ron was still pounding on the door, and Ginny lifted her lips from his. "I think we should stop now. This, uh, never happened, Malfoy."
"What happened?" Malfoy smirked, quirking a brow.
"Straighten your hair before you leave."
"Straighten your blouse, Weasley. Oh, and by the way, I think you'll be finding that I like to leave a mark on all of my…successes."
Ginny's hand went to her neck, where it was most moist. She glared at him. "You just have to make everyone's life a living hell, don't you, Malfoy? This was just a game, and you're going to start a war between all of us!"
"Ah, but I don't think it was just a game, now do you?"
She blushed, slapped him right across the face, and walked out of the closet, slamming the door behind her.
Malfoy remained in the closet, laughing silently to himself.
Author's Note: Ah, yes, we've been through this before: The little button down there…It may or may not be purple, but anyway, press it, and make me happy!