A/N- Guess who's back…back again and again and again…Chapter 55 has cometh! Warm chocolately goodness be here. Review please? And also, I did a tribute to Dumbledore poem like I did a tribute to Sirius. It's called A Phoenix Song. Please read that and review also? You know you wanna…
A/N- P.S. Sorry this chapter if this chapter is a little weird. I hope its okay. The next one will be better though, more Spin the Bottle and such.
"Fred? George? Oh man, I'm so sorry," Harry said, jumping off the stunned-looking Ginny. Fred and George seemed to be trying to decide whether to murder Harry or give him a pat on the back. "Damn right you are," Fred retorted, "What the hell were you thinking, mate? Ginny is just a sweet, innocent little girl, and there you are corrupting her like she was freakin' Pansy Parkinson!"
"Hey!" Pansy exclaimed, pouting. "Shut up, I want to hear Potter get what's coming to him," Draco said, giving her a disdainful look. Turning away from her sexy red minidress to Harry with surprising ease, he waited to see if Fred and George were going to beat up the Boy Who Lived.
Before the twins got a chance to even think about it, though, Ginny piped in, "Fred, George, shut up! I'm perfectly old enough to have a boyfriend, and I can do what I want. Besides, nobody's better than Harry, and you know it! So either go away and leave me alone, or stop bothering me about being a sweet, innocent little girl!"
"Ah, fine," George shrugged, taking another swig of rum, "We'll stay, if you insist." Sirius looked excited at the prospect of more people joining their game. "Cool, we're playing Suck and Blow. I called assigning seats though. And by the way, nice job spiking the champagne. You two are men after my own heart. Now give me the rest of that rum, I think you've had enough. Besides, you're underage," he added, taking the bottle out of where it now rested in George's hand and taking a long swig.
Lupin almost snorted. "They've had enough? Sirius, you've had more to drink than everyone in the castle combined? Give me that!" he shook his head at Sirius's immaturity, and snatched the bottle out of his hand. Sirius looked shocked the Lupin had had the guts to take the bottle away from him. "Aw, but Remmie…" he began, but Lupin cut him off.
"Don't you Aw but Remmie me. You. Have. Had. Enough," he said seriously, putting the bottle down next to him in the hay. Sirius dove to grab it, but missed, and before he could turn around to pick it up, Draco snatched it off the ground. "Hey, thanks," he said, and he chugged down the remainder of the bottle.
"So, back to the game?" the blonde suggested as the room started swimming before his eyes. Everyone agreed, and Sirius started arranging them back into a circle. Just as he started sitting down himself, two more people showed up. "Don't mind us," Professor Dumbledore smiled, eyes twinkling, "Just came by to grab some sherbet lemons that I believe I left up here. I seem to have used up the other supply I left in Filch's closet."
"Oh heavens, this isn't Spin the Bottle, is it?" Professor McGonagall asked while Dumbledore retraced his steps to find the sherbet lemons, seeing the circle and remembering the game she had played as a schoolgirl. Ginny was brave enough to answer, having already faced the embarrassment of being caught snogging Harry by two of her brothers. "No Professor, this is a game called Suck and Blow," she explained, giggling at the sound of the name of the game.
"Though now that you mention it," Sirius smirked, "Spin the Bottle is not a bad idea. You guys wanna play that instead?" Some people looked skeptical, particularly Lupin and Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, but most of the others seemed to think it was a good enough idea. "I say we go for it," Draco said, a hint of a slur in his voice.
"Then it's settled," Sirius said, taking charge (it seemed that he was always taking charge, but as no one stopped him, he never saw fit to stop himself), "Hey, Dumbledore, you and McGonagall want to join us?"
He had just been kidding, sure that the two older professors would turn down a request to play such a silly game. But Dumbledore was always full of surprises, and McGonagall seemed to be going along with whatever Dumbledore was doing that night. So when Dumbledore said, "We'd love to," Sirius was left with no choice but to make room for them in the circle.
"Great," Lucius muttered under his breath, "Before I only had the possibility of kissing my wife or that Quidditch freak. Now I could kiss the whole damn circle." Unfortunately for him, Sirius heard his muttering. "That's just how I like it," Sirius said, grinning and sniggering, "The more the merrier, if you know what I mean. Right Remmie?"
Lucius wrinkled his nose at Black's comments, and Lupin laughed at his friend, looking amused. "Let's get to it then," Remmie said, figuring the sooner they started the game, the less time Sirius would have to make himself look stupid. Or so it was in theory.
"Here, we can use the rum bottle," Draco suggested, picking it up from where he had deposited it after draining its contents before. He put it in the middle of the circle, which was considerably larger than it had been before, as it now contained Pansy, Draco, Harry, Ginny, Sirius, Lupin, Cissa, Lucius, Oliver, Katie, Alicia, Angelina, Fred, George, Professor Dumbledore, and Professor McGonagall.
"I wanna go first!" Sirius said, grabbing the rum bottle and giving it a good spin. "If it lands on Lupin," Lucius said irritably, "I'm quitting. I have seen them snog quite enough tonight." Fortunately, the bottle was not facing Remus when it stopped. Unfortunately, it was facing him.
"Oh no way," he said, eyeing Sirius warily, "No way. There is no way I'm snogging him." Sirius pretended to look hurt, but he honestly didn't want to kiss a Malfoy any more than Lucius wanted to kiss him. "You have to," Dumbledore chimed in, "It's the rules."
"If you insist," Sirius sniggered, and he ran over to Lucius and gave him a big kiss. A few seconds later, he broke away and stuck out his tongue. "Gross," he said, returning to his seat. "Lupin, I pity you for having to kiss this man," Lucius retorted, swishing his long blonde hair around his head to try and make himself seem more secure.
"Who's next?" Sirius asked offering the bottle around. No one seemed very keen to take it after what had just happened. "I'll go," Professor Dumbledore finally spoke up, eyes twinkling as he took the bottle from Sirius's hand and gave it a spin.
But the rum bottle wasn't the only thing that was spinning. Down in the Great Hall, Ron's and Hermione's heads were spinning from all their dancing, and how perfect everything seemed to be. "You know, Hermione, I was afraid you liked Harry there for a long time," Ron said, finally voicing something that had been bothering him for a long, "Why'd you pick me and not him? 'Cause I reckon you could have had him if you'd wanted to, before Ginny got to him."
Hermione looked honestly shocked at Ron's question. "First of all, Ron, I don't think I could have had him, even had I wanted him. But I don't want him. I never wanted him. I always wanted you; you were just too big of a prat to notice," she said, giggling.
"Really?" Ron asked incredulously. Having spent much of his time at Hogwarts wishing that he were Harry instead of himself, he was never so happy as when he heard Hermione say that. Hermione nodded earnestly. "Really, Ron. I promise," she said, looking up into his warm brown eyes.
Ron still looked a little skeptical. "Then why'd you hug Harry so much?" he asked, thinking it was better to get everything off his chest now and not have to deal with it later. Hermione laughed. "I hug all my friends, Ron!" she exclaimed, "But my more than friends, I snog."
And then, looking shocked at her own daring, she leaned in and gave him a kiss that topped even the one she had given him earlier, when he had first asked her out. "Bloody hell, Hermione," Ron said when they came up for air, "Bloody hell." Hermione grinned, very proud of herself. "Be quiet and kiss me, Ron Weasley," she said, and they went right back to their snog.
They were perfectly happy to be on the dance floor, snogging like crazy and in their own little world. Unfortunately, Professor Snape tended to make it his mission to ruin such perfect happiness as Ron and Hermione were experiencing.
"My, my, what have we here," Snape sneered, tapping Ron and Hermione each on the shoulder. Somehow, the man managed to look intimidating, even wearing a toga. Neither Ron nor Hermione had ever turned as red as when they broke apart to find their bitter Potions Master standing over them, an evil glare on his face to rival even Lucius Malfoy's.
"We were just…practicing Charms?" Hermione suggested lamely, looking to Ron to make up a better story. "What she means, Professor, sir," Ron gulped, "is that she accidentally cast a charm on me that made my lips stick together, and then, she was trying to get them unstuck by her tongue, because she remembered reading somewhere that that was the only like, Anti-Charm. Yup. That was it."
Snape looked slightly amused, but more like he wanted to curse the two of them for having anywhere near a good time. "Well. Well, I wouldn't have expected this sort of behavior from either of you," he continued evilly, "Weasley because I was pretty sure he'd be forever a virgin, and you, Miss Granger, I didn't think you had it in you. But you two together? I must say, just the thought is extremely entertaining."
Hermione looked appalled at this sort of talk coming from a teacher, and Ron looked highly affronted that Professor Snape thought he'd remain forever a virgin. "Well I suppose it makes sense, with Weasley's father such a Muggle-loving fool, and Miss Granger the classic Mudblood, right?"
Hermione looked ready to slap him when he said this, but Ron didn't have anywhere near as much self control. "Oh yeah? Well…well…" the redhead stammered. Unable to think of a comeback, he didn't the only thing he could think of to do. He reached up, bitch-slapped his Professor, grabbed Hermione's hand and ran as fast as he could out of the Great Hall.
"Oh Ron, that was so sweet," Hermione smiled, giving him a hug. "Well, I'm not going to let anyone insult my girlfriend like that," Ron grinned back, "Besides, I don't really like the idea of being a virgin forever. I wouldn't want to end up a slimy, greasy git like Snape."
"Well, thanks," she said, laughing, "And don't worry Ron, you won't end up like Snape. I wouldn't let you be a virgin forever." Ron's eyes widened. He had never thought he would get a girl like Hermione, and he had never thought he'd get a snog like the one he'd just received. But it was even more of a shock to hear Hermione, the classic good girl, top of the class, top of everything, say something like she had just said.
"Really?" he asked, eager to confirm that she wasn't just kidding. "Really," she said firmly. And with that, she grabbed his hand and they ran up to Gryffindor Tower, past the common room, and up to Harry and Ron's dormitory.
Before either of them knew what was happening, Ron was kissing Hermione onto his bed, or Hermione was kissing Ron onto his bed, but somehow or other, they ended up kissing on Ron's bed. As if the circumstances were just beyond their control, things only escalated from there. Ron's hands were running through Hermione's hair as if of their own accord, and Hermione was running her hands over Ron's back.
"Ron, I'm a little tired…it's late after all, past midnight. Do you think we should slow down a little?" Hermione asked when they stopped for a moment to breathe. She was loving being the bad girl, and certainly loving Ron, but she was still herself. "Yeah, yeah sure," Ron nodded, not really caring what she said, still unable to believe what was happening, "Um, Hermione, I'll be right back, okay?"
She nodded, and he ran out into the common room. Checking briefly to make sure no one was around, he started jumping up and down in a sort of victory dance. "Calm down Weasley," Seamus Finnegan said, poking his head out from where he and Lavender were snogging behind a couch.
"Right, sorry," Ron sniggered, too excited to be embarrassed. He felt so good and free. It was like all his life, he had been waiting for this moment, and now it was finally about to happen. After hearing about it countless times from all his brothers, especially Bill and the twins, now he too would finally get to experience the sort of magic that wands are no use for. Ron Weasley was finally going to become a man. Unfortunately, by the time he ran back to his dormitory, the woman who was supposed to help him make this magic was fast asleep.
"Shoot," he said under his breath when he caught sight of Hermione lying on his bed, exhausted by the late night and the activities it had held for her. Even as he was disappointed about missing his big chance, he couldn't help thinking that Hermione looked beautiful asleep.
Deciding that there would be plenty of other opportunities for them to prove Professor Snape wrong, he gently lifted her off his bed and put her down on Neville's, which was deserted for the time being. That way, when she woke up, he figured she wouldn't think that anything bad had happened. Neville, of course, would be in for a surprise when he returned to the dorm, but Ron decided he could sleep for awhile, and cross that bridge when he came to it.
