SPIN THE BOTTLE

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A/N: wow! A lot of reviews. Sry that I haven't updated but I've been very busy!

P.S. I wrote the beginning of this last year! So please excuse the less-good writing. :)

I'm sorry to everyone once again that I've really not been writing. But i was writing a BOOK for concillium, so this was kind of an afterthought.But hey, I'm back in business now, huh? What else matters?

To KAMILLA DARLING: I luv ur review! (this is my friend I'm talking to…i love her dearly NOT queerly…in case you cared)

Chapter Seventeen- So Will You?

It was the middle of the night. Draco was wide-awake and bored. Hermione slept beside him. She had no idea that he was awake and was dreaming some nice dreams if you catch my drift.

Suddenly, Draco shook her shoulders, "Hermione, wake up!"

"What?" she said groggily and tonelessly.

"WAKE UP!" he shout-whispered in her ear. (A/N: You know that loud whispering where people sometimes spit in your ear? Yeah. Well, this is it.)

"Ew!" she said, rubbing her eyes.

Draco raised an eyebrow, "What?" he said, annoyed.

"You spit in my ear!"

"Sorry," he sniggered, obviously not sorry at all.

"First, you wake me up. Then, you spit in my ear! This had better be good, Draco Malfoy!"

Draco grinned, "Oh, yes, it's good."

It was Hermione's turn to raise an eyebrow and Draco continued, "Come with me."

Hermione raised her eyebrow higher, "And get out of bed? Are you kidding?"

"No." He ripped the covers off her and she squealed and rolled into a little ball.

"I am cold, with a capital "C"," She said, straightening out and grabbing the covers back.

"Fine, then I won't show you." Draco replied, trying to get her interested.

"As long as I get to stay asleep." She stole his smirk.

"I hate you," he said irritably.

"No you don't." she raised her eyebrows from beneath the covers, the smirk still on her face.

"Well, actually, at the moment, I do."

"Good for you. I'm absolutely positive that you'll get over it."

Draco grumbled. "Fine, I'll just have to get it over with."

"What over with?" Hermione was finally interested.

"This," he smiled in a half-way evil, half-way pure good, and kissed her. She felt a rising bout of nervousness, but in a good way. She kissed him back and it was something different this time. She knew that if he asked for anything, she would say yes. But she also knew that he would not ask too much. After breaking the kiss, again he said, "Come with me. That wasn't all."

Hermione rose, letting the covers fly back to the couch, "Fine." She said, trying to make it sound like she really didn't want to go. But she did and she knew that he knew as well. He picked her up, letting her lounge in his arms—and also surprising her—and took her around the room until he reached the bookcase. He then pulled it aside on rollers and a little corridor was revealed. Still carrying Hermione—she was snuggled against his chest—he led her through the corridor to another door. Outside was a large balcony, with an amazing view of the lake and the forest—though it was not so forbidding now. The lines were softened and the trees blended together and looked only like a darker patch of sky. Draco put her down and stood behind her with his arms around her. He clasped his hands in front of her and she put hers on top of his. "What is all this for?" she asked; though she didn't like to break the silence.

"I want to ask you a question," he answered in her ear, and gave it a soft kiss.

"Go on," Hermione almost pleaded.

"Will you…" he took a breath. "Will you go out with me?"

There was a long silence and then Hermione turned around, still keeping his arms around her.

She uttered one word, "Yes."

The kiss that happened after that was so perfect that I—as the author—cannot even begin to describe it. It was only a kiss, nothing more, but the beauty of it still astounds me. Neither pulled away first, but it stopped just as quickly as it had started, which had been slow to begin with. There was a communal, unspoken agreement and each stepped back. Draco was no longer holding Hermione, but their hands were together and her eyes shown with such radiance that to prevent himself from blindness the only thing he could do was kiss her again.

A/N: I'm sorry for the shortness. I just couldn't keep going after that kiss, you know? REVIEW y'All!