Disclaimer: Let's make this as painless as possible. I only own the obvious people in this story. Anyone you recognize from other books, stories, ect.. Belong to JK Rowling. Get the picture? Good. Now that the formalities are over, let's commence with the story.

Authoress' note: Fair warning for all that are prudish and are straight as little arrows. This chapter has lots of kissing, ect… & I don't want to get in trouble for not letting you know in advance. It's nothing like NC-17, or anything close to that, but it is PG-13 verging on R. Now you know.

Once classes started the next morning, everyone was really busy. Every night was spent doing homework instead of talking, which was what everyone wanted to do. Thankfully for them, that weekend was a reprieve. The professors were all in a good mood and only gave enough homework for Friday afternoon, leaving the rest of the weekend free. Sunday night, the entire Quidditch team and a bunch of other Gryffindors crowded into a dorm room. They decided to play Spin the Bottle and they knew they couldn't play it in the common room. If they did, McGonagall could come in or Percy would catch them and go berserk. So their only option was a dorm. Once everyone got situated, they went over the rules. Since Hermione had played it the most (it was a muggle game), she went over the rules.

"Ok," she said. "You spin the bottle and have to kiss who it lands on, no matter what. Sounds pretty simple, right?"

Everyone nodded so she continued.

"Well tonight we're gonna jazz it up a bit. Every kiss has to be a minimum of 30 seconds, except for same sex kisses, which only have to be 10. For every time a person tries to get out of their kiss, another 5 seconds is added. Use of tongue is legal and encouraged for the sake of being fun, but not required. That's about it. Got it?"

Everyone said yes and the game began. Hermione started and had to kiss Harry, which was no big deal. Ron didn't even mind.

Harry had to kiss Ginny, which was perfect. They stretched a 30 second kiss into a 3 minute make-out session and had to be pulled apart with the promise that after Ginny's turn they could leave the game and pick up where they left off.

Ginny spun and landed on Oliver. She turned very red and look away, causing everyone to laugh, Harry included.

"Go on Gin," Harry said. "Get it over with so we can continue." He wiggled his eyebrows and laughed.

Ginny nervously got up and walked over to Oliver. She leaned down and began to kiss him while everyone started counting down.

When they reached zero Ginny was even redder than before, thinking that Oliver kissed almost as well as Harry. Her opinion was biased, but interesting to say the very least. Many of the Gryffindor girls were all looking at Ginny and laughing, forgetting who she had just kissed. Harry and Ginny quickly exited the room amid lots of laughter.

Finally it was Oliver's turn and it was suddenly quiet. All the girls were wishing that the bottle would land on them.

Oliver had a wish of his own. As he sent the bottle spinning, one thing kept going through his head, "Please land on Ariel, Please land on Ariel, Please land on Ariel."

The bottle crept to a stop and Oliver's wish was granted. The bottle was pointed directly at Ariel to where no one could even attempt to say it was pointed at someone else. Oliver looked at Ariel, who looked back and grinned. He got up and walked over to her.

Sitting down in front of her, his head was inches from hers. He brought their lips together and was taken by surprise. As they started kissing, the world around him vanished and the ground tilted. No longer could he hear everyone counting down to the end of the kiss; everything was drowned out by the pounding in his ears. Their tongues melded and massaged, moving from his mouth to hers. They were so caught up on the kiss that they didn't realized everyone had stopped counting and was staring. Here was Oliver Wood, the hottest guy in Gryffindor and the one that every girl in the room coveted, kissing this new girl so passionately that waves of that passion could be felt all over the room. He was kissing a girl that he had just met more passionately than he had ever kissed anyone in his life.

Everyone was so stunned that all they could do was stare. After the initial 30 seconds, plus the two and a half minutes that everyone spent staring, the rest of the people left the room to give them privacy and to find another dorm to play in. Once everyone was gone, the kiss continued.

They broke apart just long enough to get air and then went back. Ariel's arms had wound around Oliver's neck and Oliver's had come around her waist, settling on her lower back right above her butt. They finally broke apart and noticed how quiet it was around them.

"Wow," Ariel said.

"Where'd everyone go?" Oliver asked, looking around bewilderedly.

"I guess they went to another room," Ariel said.

She lapsed into silence and brought her hand to her lips. She could still feel the heat of Oliver's lips and if she closed her eyes, she could practically feel the way his tongue had pulsed in her mouth. Oliver turned around and stared in awe. Here was his own little Irish pixie. A tiny redhead with gorgeous emerald eyes that were currently wide in shock as she held her tiny hand to her mouth. He just wanted to eat her up. I bet she doesn't even know how adorable she is, he mused as he crossed to her.

"So," he said. "Do you want to go find the others, or do you want to stay here and talk."

"Well the stay here idea was intriguing until you added the whole talk thing," she replied.

Oliver looked at her, surprise clear across his face.

"You don't want to talk?" he asked, rather stunned.

"Well, I guess we could talk," she said as she leaned closer to him. "But personally, I was hoping for something else."

"Really," Oliver said. "What did you have in mind?"

"Oh, I don't know," she said coyly. "Why don't you come here and find out?"

He crossed the room in a few strides and pulled her into his arms. He brought his lips to hers in such passion that she was taken aback. She definitely hadn't expected something quite this strong from Oliver. Not that she was complaining or anything. It was just in the time she had known Oliver, he had always seemed cool, composed, almost detached in everything he did. She guessed level-headed would sum up Oliver Wood if he had to be described in one word. Now, however, it was like a dam had broken and passion was unleashed. This was a side of Oliver that she could definitely get used to! They kissed for a little longer until the need for oxygen overruled every other thought.

They broke apart and were both quiet for a while, trying to catch their breath and process what was going on between them. They were about talk about it when Calista Keeley, another fifth year and Ariel's best friend, opened the door and stuck her head in.

"Sorry to interrupt," she said, grinning at Ariel. "Percy broke up our game. He's looking for anyone who's where they aren't supposed to be. I just thought I would let you know so you don't get in trouble."

She went to her dresser, quickly picked out some pajamas, and went into the bathroom to change.

"I guess you should go," Ariel said. "I don't want you to get in trouble."

Oliver nodded and got up. Ariel walked him to the door where they kissed one more time.

"Goodnight," Ariel murmured.

"Sweet dreams, my little pixie," Oliver whispered.

He walked away to go to his dorm. Wow, Ariel thought. He definitely knows how to make a girl dream. She closed the door and went to her dresser to get ready for bed.