A/N- What's that I hear? Chapter 58? Yes, I'm still going! It's like the Energizer Bunny or…this is too much fun. Let's have a party when I get to chapter 60. Anyway, enter here but beware of excessive Spin the Bottle nonsense. Review if you please?
A/N- To the anonymous reviewer who said that Penny Clearwater is in Ravenclaw and she went to the wrong place to get dressed up, I know she should have gone there, I promise, she just went with the Gryffindors so that Angelina, Alicia, and Katie could help her get ready. Also, to Dazee Sagittarius, I suck at ages, so just pretend like it all makes sense?
A/N- Also, sorry it took awhile for me to update, my computer crashed and it was sad. R/R!
Dumbledore was apparently stronger than he looked, because the bottle was spinning an unnaturally long time. Finally, though, it stopped. It was pointing, unmistakably, towards Professor McGonagall. "That's a relief," Draco whispered to Pansy, "Imagine one of us having to kiss that old freak."
"I'd rather not," Professor Dumbledore responded, much to Draco's surprise, "Minerva, come here and let me give you a good old-fashioned snog." Blushing, Professor McGonagall leaned over and kissed the Headmaster. And kissed the Headmaster. And they didn't stop. Apparently, all the sexual tension that had been building up between them throughout the night was finally being released through, as Dumbledore had put it, a good old-fashioned snog.
"Somebody stop them," Sirius sniggered, "This is getting ridiculous. Harry, you do it, you're Dumbledore's favorite favorite." Harry wrinkled his nose at the idea of breaking the two professors apart, but he tended to listen to whatever Sirius said, often much more than he should.
"Fine," he whined, and he went over, pulled Dumbledore and McGonagall apart by the hair, and sat back down. Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling again. "Thank you Harry; I needed that," he smiled, patting his snogging partner's hand before putting the bottle in the middle of the circle.
To everyone's surprise, Draco stepped forward to take it. "I'll go," he said, looking hopefully at Pansy, and then against his will stealing a peek at Harry. But when he spun the bottle, it didn't land on either of them. It landed on Ginny Weasley.
The redhead's mouth dropped open in shock. So did Harry's, but his eyes showed more suspicion and anger than shock. "Watch yourself, Malfoy," he muttered under his breath as Draco made his way over to Ginny. He had to exercise all his self-control not to punch Malfoy in the face as he wrapped his arms around Ginny's neck and kissed her with what seemed like a lot of passion.
Harry's eyes were screwed up as though he was in pain the entire time. It would have been bad enough to have Malfoy snog Ginny based purely on the fact that he and Draco hated each other. But having just snogged the boy himself, he knew that, somehow or other, he was an incredible kisser. And he did not exactly relish the thought of Ginny kissing someone who he knew for a fact was a better kisser than he was.
When they broke apart, Draco was panting, and Ginny looked very much the same as Harry had: a mixture of horror and awe. "Not bad for a blood traitor," Draco smirked, thinking that the littlest Weasley had none of the awkwardness and incompetence that the others seemed to possess in great quantities. Ginny too was shocked at Draco's amazing kissing ability. If only he wasn't such a jerk, he would probably be the school Sex God.
"Okay, I feel like I'm being shown up here. I think I'll go next," Oliver said, snatching up the bottle and giving it a spin. To his disappointment, it didn't land on Katie Bell as he had hoped. It didn't even land on Fred or George's girlfriends. It didn't even land on Fred and George! Who it did land on was Pansy Parkinson, Slytherin slut.
"Eww, I don't want to kiss him, he's a Gryffindor," she said, looking at Draco disgustedly. Draco rolled his eyes. "Trust me, you get off easy, babe. I've kissed two Gryffindors already tonight, and one of them was Potter." Pansy nodded, slightly affronted that Draco wasn't pitying her immensely, but she got over it quickly. Oliver was, after all, a great kisser.
"Pleasure doing business with you," he said when the snog was over. Neither one of them looked too grossed out, but Oliver couldn't help wondering where else that sexy pout of Pansy's had been. She had one of the worst reputations at Hogwarts. She may have been a good kisser, but Oliver was glad that he was with Katie and not her.
"I nominate Fred Weasley to go next," he said after a moment's pause, and he handed the bottle to Fred without waiting for his consent. Easy-going and always up for an embarrassing situation, Fred gave the bottle a good spin. "You've gotta be kidding me!" Sirius sniggered, his eyes following the tip of the rum bottle all the way to its tip, which was pointing directly at George Weasley.
"Oh, come on, that's just wrong," Lucius muttered, looking annoyed, "And yet, just what I would expect from a family like the Weasleys." Fred gave him a murderous look. "Excuse me, Mr. Malfoy, but Weasleys happen to rock," he said, laughing, and he moved over to give his twin a snog.
"Gross!" Ginny exclaimed, wrinkling her nose at the sight of two of her brothers kissing. Angelina and Alicia exchanged a look, but whether they were turned on or grossed out, no one was quite sure. "Mooney, have I mentioned lately how much I love these two," Sirius grinned, looking over at Fred and George, "It's hilarious how much they remind me of me. And man, that snog reminded me so much of the time…"
But before Sirius could say exactly what time it reminded him of, Lupin covered his mouth. "I'll go," he said, spinning the bottle in an attempt to distract Sirius from finishing his story. It worked easily. And, to the exasperation if everyone in the room, the bottle landed on Sirius.
"We're gettin' to be old pros at this, huh Remmie?" Sirius said, laughing. The rest of the circle, though, was not so amused. "This had better be the last time," Lucius said, glaring at the two Marauders as though one look from him would reduce them to dust. "I'm sure it will be," Lupin said seriously, though a chuckle was on the verge of escaping his lips.
"Well," Professor Dumbledore said, "Give it a go then, boys, and then we'll let someone else have a turn." Surprised and a little scared that the Headmaster seemed to be so in favor of their kissing, Sirius and Remus turned to each other and snogged once more. As they continued to snog, the rest of the people in circle tried to immerse their eyes in the hay floor in an unsuccessful attempt to distract themselves. But their irritation at the kiss was nothing compared to the look of utter shock on Severus Snape's face when he opened the door and found two of his least favorite people in the world snogging up a storm.
"Sevvie! What the heck are you doing at Hogwarts hottest love nest?" Sirius asked, letting his lips leave Lupin's when he caught a glimpse of Snape out of the corner of his eye. Snape eyed him, looking revolted. "Better question, Black," he said coolly, "What are you and Lupin doing snogging the hell out of each other in Hogwarts…err… the Astronomy Tower?"
But his eyes fell on the empty rum bottle and he knew exactly what they were up to. "Oh please. Spin the Bottle? How old are you, twelve?" he asked disdainfully. Professor Dumbledore gave Snape an affronted look. "Spin the Bottle, Professor Snape, is a game for all ages," he said pleasantly, "I, for example, am much older than twelve, and yet here I am taking part in this delightful diversion myself."
Professor Snape shook his head at the Headmaster's foolishness. "Delightful," he repeated sullenly, and turned to leave. "Hold up!" Sirius called out, "You never told us why you came up here!"
"That's because it's none of your business, Black," he snarled, obviously in a very bad mood, "But for the record, I was looking for Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger. I had reason to believe that they were about to do something in the manner of an extremely stupid sexual act, and unfortunately, I felt the compelling urge to stop them."
"Ah, you're just jealous," Sirius sniggered, giving Lupin a wink, "Since we all know you're still a virgin, after all." Snape gave him an icy stare. "I'll have you know, Black, that I am most certainly not jealous. My hatred for Ms. Granger comes close to my hatred for Potter, which is succeeded only by my hatred for you and James. And also…I'm not a virgin."
"Where do I rank in your hate list?" Lupin chipped in, noticing that his name was conspicuously missing. Snape ignored him, leaving Lupin to conclude that he was up there, but not quite in a league with Sirius. "Wait a second…" George Weasley said, a look of revelation dawning on his face, "Ron…and Hermione…extremely stupid sexual act…awww, my little brother's gonna be a man! I'm so proud of him!"
"Eww, that's disgusting," Ginny said, not enjoying the thought of her brother being made a man, by Hermione or otherwise. "We oughta go congratulate him!" Fred said, grinning widely. George, of course, completely agreed. Harry, however, looked alarmed. "I'm not sure Hermione's up for that kind of thing," he said thoughtfully, thinking that Hermione was certainly not the type of girl who would take something like that lightly.
"Why, is Potter jealous?" Draco joined the conversation, giving Harry a falsely knowing look, "Was Granger your backup if Ginny moved on to bigger and better things?" Harry glared at him, hoping that Ginny would be smarter than to let that idea enter her head, since it was not the case at all.
Before he could open his mouth to make a comeback, though, Ginny got up and slapped Draco across the face. "You're just jealous, Malfoy, because I get to kiss Harry whenever I want, and the one kiss you two had turned you on," she said cleverly. Draco was so taken aback the he couldn't even make a comeback.
"Don't you dare make insinuations about my son," Lucius said silkily, looking as if he would have been cursing everything in sight had he had his wand. Professor Dumbledore was suddenly very glad that he had decided to remove everyone's wand to appease Snape. "He doesn't need to insinuate; he's obviously a pansy!" Sirius commented before Lupin could stop him from getting involved.
"He's a pansy? Look at yourself! You just got through kissing Lupin!" Cissa exclaimed, jumping in to defend her son against the cousin she was less than fond of. Sirius raised his eyebrows. "Hey, you've kissed Lupin too tonight, so it's not like I'm the only one, Cissa," he pointed out, aware that it didn't really help his case, but always up for stating the obvious. "Wait a second," Oliver Wood broke in suddenly, "Did Snape say he's not a virgin?"
All eyes turned to face Snape, who was suddenly looking very uncomfortable. "You did say that, Snivelly," Sirius agreed, looking very close to hysterical laughter, "So were you lying, or are you going to tell us who the lucky lady…man…er, thing?...was?" Snape opted not to say anything. He had no desire to reveal such information about his personal life, especially not to this crowd.
"I guess he was lying," Harry said bravely, his hatred for Snape, fueled more than usual by Snape's mention of how much he'd hated Harry's dad, winning over his common sense. Snape glared at Harry, then Sirius, then Oliver, who had brought it up in the first place. "I am not lying," he said forcefully.
"Well then who was it?" Sirius asked again, unable to keep his mouth shut. Resigning himself to the fact that they would never stop asking until he told them, he mumbled the name very quietly under his breath. "What was that, Sev?" Sirius pressed him, unable to make out the name that was so garbled in Snape's attempt to hide who it had been.
Snape sighed. It was clear that he had no choice but to say it. "Narcissa Malfoy," he said bitterly, bracing himself for the verbal tirade he was sure was on its way.
