Okay. People have been totally spazzing out at me to hurry it up… so I did lmao.
Yeah… the last chappy was short, but don't blame me! I had writers block! This one's kinda short too, but it will make up with fluffiness.
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Chapter 7: Spin the bottle?
"Whoa, whoa, whoa…" Hermione waved her hands in front of her face. "Let me get this straight… you actually know what spin the bottle is?" Draco nodded as if it were not big deal. "But… that's a muggle game!"
"You learn things from people that have muggle parents." He replied casually, crossing his arms.
"But… there's only two of us." Draco smirked.
"Well, when there's only a few people, then it gets interesting." Hermione grimaced, which made the Slytherin scowl. "Not like that, you dope!" He cried. "What I mean is that you have to kiss whatever the bottle points to!" The Gryffindor nodded warily.
"Fascinating…" Hermione murmured. "And why exactly are you telling me this?" Draco rolled his eyes.
"Because I'm totally bored out of my mind and you're the only other person here so I may as well make the best of it." He replied flatly. "Come on! We need to at least do something while we're here! We might leave this place sooner!" Hermione nodded.
"Okay…" she said, eyes narrowing in suspicion. "I guess I'll give it a try."
The two sat down in the middle of the living room with nothing but a Sprite bottle between them. Draco had a mischievous glint in his eyes, which troubled the young Gryffindor across from him.
"Since you're new to this version of the game… you can go first."
Hermione cast him a cold glare and spun the bottle quickly. It stopped on the couch. Hermione let out a sigh of relief and walked toward the crimson sofa, Draco following close behind. She bent down and quickly kissed the back of it. Pulling back, she gave the Slytherin an annoyed look. Draco crouched down on the floor and spun the bottle as fast as he could. The bottle stopped just to the left of Hermione, which turned out to be a small wooden lamp stand. Draco went over and kissed quickly. The young Gryffindor let out a sigh of relief. Still, a question started nagging at the back of her brain.
"Um… Draco?"
"Yeah?"
Hermione felt the heat rise up in her cheeks. She took a deep breath before asking.
"If the bottle ends up pointing at the other person…" Hermione started, looking down at a particularly interesting piece of lint. "Then what happens?"
"You kiss them." Draco replied flatly. "Either that, or the object behind them."
"No. I mean…" Hermione's cheeks became an even darker shade of pink. "… do you kiss them on the cheek? Or…" Draco's eyes went back to their mischievous form.
"No… you kiss them full on the lips." He replied with a smirk. "And for ten seconds." Hermione's face shot up, a look of horror on her face.
"That's not fair!" Hermione cried. "You made that up!"
"And what if I did?" he asked, with a smirk. Hermione continued to scowl.
"Let's… just get this game over with." She growled, spinning the bottle once again. This time, it headed into the bedroom… to Draco's dresser!
Hermione cringed at the thought of what might be in there. Standing up, she slowly made her way to the wooden container. She then pressed her lips up against the wood, trying to shake out the thoughts of what might be inside. Pulling back, she shot Draco a glare, while he merely sent her a bemused look. It was Draco's turn once again.
Draco spun the bottle and waited. It eventually slowed down on Hermione's pile of books that were sitting on the desk. Surprisingly, Hermione was the one that winced. The Slytherin walked over and gave them a quick peck.
"I shall never look at my books the same again." Hermione stated when he sat back down. Draco couldn't help but laugh at this statement as Hermione continued the game.
It was surprising what how many objects made contact with their lips that day. Such objects included the lamp, the kitchen door, a photo of an ugly looking sailor (who seemed pretty freaked out since Draco was the one that kissed it), a banana, a china vase, and many other strange objects. The two students were now sitting in the bathroom, due to Draco's last incident where he had to kiss a bar of soap.
A very uneasy Hermione placed her hand on the bottle. Spinning it as fast as she could, she silently prayed it would point somewhere out the door.
'Door please door please door please…' This seemed to be the only thing in her head at the moment. The bottle started to slow down. Bathtub, towel, sink, door, Draco… These were the main places that the bottle would stop. It had nearly stopped right when it was pointing to the door. It was close…
But what is this? It continued move until it had stopped right in front of the Slytherin. Hermione looked at Draco in horror, while he merely smirked.
"No…" She whimpered. "Can I have a re-spin?" She asked hopefully. Draco shook his head.
"Nope." He replied, still smiling. "It's either me, or the toilet. And you don't know where that seat's been." Hermione glared.
"I don't really know about your mouth either." She growled. Draco raised an eyebrow.
"Ooh… harsh…" He teased. "Am I rubbing off on you?" Hermione didn't reply. The Slytherin cocked his head to the side.
"Come on! Just one simple kiss."
"For ten whole seconds!" Hermione stayed in her spot. "I don't think so." Draco waited patiently.
"How about this. You kiss me and the game will be over. If you don't…" Pulling out his wand, he closed the door beside them. "And we're stuck in here until you do."
Hermione closed her eyes. He had just placed her in a lose-lose situation. Kiss the one you hate, or be trapped in a bathroom for the one you hate until you do kiss him. Opening her eyes again, she put on a brave face. He had left her with one choice.
Hermione crawled over to Draco and leaned so that their noses were touching.
"You'll pay for this, Malfoy." She whispered. Draco smirked.
"Ten seconds." Was all that he said before he covered her lips with his own. Hermione felt a chill go down her spine and soon, time seemed to stand still. It was as if he was making the ten seconds seem like eternity. It was such a foreign feeling. Now that Hermione thought about it, it didn't seem so bad… in fact… it seemed kind of… nice.
Draco pulled back from her as the door opened. "Time's up." he whispered, standing up. Hermione touched her lips, trying to recall what just happened. Then, something seemed to ring in her head.
"Shut up." She snapped as the Slytherin walked away. "You kissed me first!" Draco froze in mid stride, but then soon continued on his journey across their temporary home.
"You kissed me first…" Hermione repeated in not but a whisper. "You did, and I know it."
TBC…
Tadaa! FINI! DONE! PRESTO! Chappy 8 will take a bit, so be happy with this!
