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I forgot to mention on the first chapter, but on this one we'll get both POVs. On this chapter we follow Hermione, on the next Harry, and then Hermione... and so on.

September 2nd, 2005

Forest of Dean

She stretches, waiting for Harry.

Since their last run and the talk they had, Hermione's been thinking more about Viktor. About their relationship and how things ended… not so nicely between them. They never spoke after he went back to Bulgaria. Not even one letter. Nothing. Mostly because Viktor explicitly told her that she was breaking his heart. That he wanted to have it all with her and she was denying them this happiness. She asked him not to write her. Ever again. It was painful…

But Hermione couldn't go against her heart. And it told her not to go.

Thinking about it now, she used the magazine as an excuse, but if she's honest with herself, she had just started it, she could have tried the same success in another country, it was very doable and possible. Viktor told her that. He said that he would do everything in his power to help her make the magazine the best one in the world, but-

She looks down, sighing.

It felt impossible to leave her home. Leave her parents after she went through hell to get them back. Impossible to leave her best friends. To not be there to see little Sarah grow up or…

Harry.

She makes a face at herself. There's something visceral that connects her to Harry. Their friendship is one huge pillar of her life and she can't imagine herself not being able to see him every day, or… what if she had kids with Viktor? Wouldn't Harry be there to meet them? To be their uncle?

Nor would Ron, and the notion didn't set right with her.

Both are part of herself. She couldn't leave them.

She jumps in place, putting one hand over her chest when Harry apparates by her side.

"Oh, sorry." He says, chuckling.

Shaking her head, she says, "It's fine. I was just a bit distracted."

He nods, stretching too, grunting and still very sleepy from what she can see.

"Long night?" Hermione asks.

By now she's used to his many, many hookups. She can't even remember a day, since they moved to the same place, flats in front of each other, that a woman wasn't leaving his in the morning.

Not that she cares.

Harry can do whatever he pleases with his life. But Hermione knows him too well. She knows he does this because he's trying to fill the void Ginny left inside him. Their relationship lasted exactly six months. And it ended terribly. He never opened up completely to her about details and Hermione didn't prod, as his friend she helped him get through those awful three months after the end and that was it.

But Harry and Ginny haven't talked properly to each other since that. And it's been some good years. Five or so, she's not sure. Regardless, all gatherings where both are present are always tiresome. At any time Harry can make a remark unpleasant to Ginny and they start some kind of fight. It works the other way around too. Hermione has had enough of these, honestly.

"You can say that." Harry opens a smug smile and Hermione rolls her eyes.

"Number eight hundred and fifty?" She mocks him and Harry raises an eyebrow, thinking, doing imaginary math with his fingers. Hermione playfully punches his shoulder. "Oh, please." She scoffs and begins to jog.

He laughs behind her, jogging by her side. They don't talk for a few miles and Hermione enjoys his silent company, is very reassuring to have him there, his strong legs moving beside hers. She doesn't remember who suggested the Forest of Dean, but it was their best idea, for sure. Oddly the forest makes her feel closer to him. They've shared things no one else has and it just feels right to be here with him.

"So, I was thinking about the conversation we had on the other run." He begins.

Hermione frowns. "About Viktor?" He nods and she makes a face. "So? By the way, have you found the perfect guy for me?"

He makes a face and Hermione waits, not sure why he's looking at her so strangely.

"I-" He stops, a hand going through his hair. "I don't think so." He says and she narrows her eyes. "But there's a party after the game on Friday." He says fast. "You should go. I'm sure you can talk with the guys there and… who knows, right?" He sounds off.

"I guess." Hermione says, sighing. "Or maybe I should just give up." She mumbles. "Maybe finding the right guy is not for me and that article was right."

Harry doesn't say a thing and she lets the topic die. Maybe he's not that curious or interested in her love life-

"Hermione," He holds her arm and they stop. "You're just too good for those guys out there." He says in a serious tone, his eyes on hers. "You're kind and affectionate. I mean, for example, you're always taking care of me. Waking me up when I lack the strength to and sending away some… visitors." She chuckles, shaking her head. "Not to say how smart and witty you are. If it weren't for you I'm sure Voldemort would be ruling this world by now." She opens her mouth. Extremely surprised. This is… he never said anything like it. She had no idea he thought so. He opens a side smile. "And you're way too beautiful for these ugly men."

She raises an eyebrow. Is he calling me beautiful? It's not like he never complimented her before, but Hermione never imagined that her kind of beauty would be something… appealing to Harry. Because her eyesight is perfect and she can see the women who leave his apartment. All of them have a striking beauty that resembles… Ginny's.

"Harry," She clears her throat. "I appreciate your words. Very much. But let's be honest. I'm kind and affectionate to you because we've known each other since we were eleven and we almost died together." He snorts. "I may be smart and witty, but I didn't stop Voldemort, Harry. You did. With my help. With Ron's. We went through a lot and we did it together." He cocks his head, crossing his arms, showing how much he disagrees with what she just said. "And, yeah, okay, my kind of beauty is not appealing to everyone-"

"What?" He shrieks. Then, he laughs. She crosses her arms, not exactly understanding his deranged reaction. She waits for him to stop chuckling and when he notices her face, he turns serious in a second. "I mean, Hermione, come on." His voice is low.

"Come on, what?" She asks, a bit annoyed now. "I'm missing something obvious here."

He narrows his eyes, observing her. "Are you serious?" He frowns. "You surely know how hot you are."

She inhales sharply, slightly opening her mouth, not understanding why her heart is suddenly beating so fast.

Hermione blinks and then she laughs. A nervous laugh.

"Oh, I mean," She bites her lower lip, Harry is watching her with an intense gaze. She does know that she's hot. Many guys have told her so. And she believes it. She thinks the same. But to have Harry saying it is just- she can't explain. It's strange. And exciting. "I do know." She raises one eyebrow and he opens a side smile. Don't ask. Don't, Hermione. It's too dangerous and unnecessary- "Do you share this opinion, Harry?" Her voice is low and she knows her tone is a bit… suggestive.

His expression changes and she can see him tensing his jaw.

"I do." He says in a voice even lower than hers.

Hermione stops breathing for a second. The straight answer hitting her like a brick. But it's not hurtful, no. It's… surprising. And new.

She feels hot inside.

"Is that so, Potter?"

She's aware that they're moving closer to each other, their eyes locked.

"It is, Granger." His eyes fall to her lips. Hers to his.

She looks back up at him and he's looking at her.

The moment stretches. It feels like if they wanted to, they would be kissing right now-

But both laugh, shaking their heads, the electricity between them dying a bit.

Hermione's not sure of what just happened, but it didn't feel… awkward.

They resume their jog.

"What about you?" Harry asks after a while. "Do you think I'm hot?"

"I do." She says fast, not giving it much thought.

"Oh?" He says loudly. "Is that so?" He has a cocky smile on his face. "My, my, Hermione Granger, tell me more about it."

"Only if you catch me!" She yells and runs faster, leaving him behind.

Not for long, though.

However, when Harry catches up to her, they go back to talking about their daily stuff. The day ahead of them and what they expect from the game on Friday and the weekend.

September 5th, 2005

Quidditch Game

It's the middle of the day and all the players are flying high, Hermione is not even keeping track of Harry and the other Seeker because they're going so fast that-

"And Harry Potter catches the Snitch! Puddlemere United keeps its place at the top position for the National Title this season! Just behind it…"

The commentator keeps talking but she's not listening anymore. Hermione is clapping and yelling from the stands, excited that Harry caught the damn Snitch. She can't say she cares for this game, the same it was in Hogwarts, the only reason why she still wastes her time watching is… Harry.

He comes flying close to the place where she is. A special stand reserved for the players' guests. He smiles broadly at her and she cheers at him. Harry winks and throws the Snitch for her to catch, which she does. The ball is heavy in her hand and she shakes her head, admiring the golden patterns.

Harry always gives the Snitch to someone he invited.

It's often her.

He doesn't know this, but she has a big box where she keeps them. Hermione is not even sure if he's allowed to give away the Snitches, but it never got him in any trouble, so, she doesn't care. However, when he asked one day, she said she always left it at the stands. He didn't seem sad by it, just incredulous. And until this day she has no idea why she didn't tell him about the box.

She tucks the Snitch into the inner pocket of her leather jacket and turns to Ron and Luna. They were cheering like crazy, little Sarah sitting on her daddy's shoulders and Elle in Luna's arms.

"Why do you always get the Snitch?" Ron asks with a sour face. "You don't even like Quidditch."

She shrugs. "He likes me better, Ron, deal with it." And they laugh out loud.

It became an inside joke between them, the way Harry constantly does what Hermione asks of him and such.

"So, how are things at the magazine?" Luna asks, talking in a low voice now that the stands are practically empty. "Any troubles with the changes?"

Hermione takes little Elle from Luna's arms, kissing the girl's cheek, who's half asleep. She already told Luna and Ron about the article and the ideas of having a column with dating advices and one with Quidditch interviews and such.

"Well, so far things are going smoothly." She says, sighing. "Luke is great and he's doing most of the necessary adjustments. I can't express how thankful I am that I have him there."

Luna nods, Ron and Sarah are already leaving and they walk behind them, a silence taking over the whole Stadium.

"Are you still thinking about the article and its statics?" Luna asks in an even lower voice for Ron not to hear.

Both keep walking side by side.

"Unfortunately, yes." Hermione says in a low voice, exhaling heavily. "I mean, I know I shouldn't but how can I not? And I've been thinking about Viktor a lot." Luna widens her eyes to her. "Do you think he was one of the good guys? Like, a decent one? Did I make a mistake by not moving to Bulgaria?"

"To be honest, I do think he's one of the good guys, Hermione. I never told no one this, but Viktor was very nice and kind to me when Hogwarts was hosting the Triwizard of Hell. And I mean, he was only a teenager." She points out. "He saw me one time hanging by my foot from a tree," Luna rolls her eyes, "Another prank some Slytherin boys did, and he helped me down. He sat with me and we talked for a long time. He was sweet. And he made me feel better on that day. I keep it in a special place in my heart."

Hermione is not that surprised. She knows he's a great man. And the notion gives her some anxiousness. "I screwed everything up, then."

Luna snorts. "I don't think so. It wasn't meant to be. The same way you didn't move to Bulgaria with him, he didn't stay for you."

There is logic and truth in Luna's words. Hermione sighs. And having no clue why, she says:

"Harry never liked him very much." She blurts out to Luna. "At least it seemed like he didn't when we were dating."

Indeed. The two years of Hermione's relationship with Viktor were the ones where they were most apart in their entire friendship.

Luna cocks her head, they're already close to the parking lot, reaching the magical cars. "It's no surprise Harry didn't."

"What? Why?"

"Well, he felt threatened by Viktor." Luna states so naturally that Hermione is sure she's missing some vital information.

"Threatened? In what way?"

"Hermione." Luna sighs, taking Elle from her arms when they reach the car. "He thought Viktor was going to steal you away from him. The same thing with Luke. I never saw Harry say one good thing about the guy."

Hermione opens her mouth, truly shocked now. This never even crossed her mind. This crazy idea that Harry would feel like-

"Luna, are you sure? I mean, did Harry say this to you?"

"Say what?" Ron asks, walking closer to them and taking Elle in his arms, settling her inside the car.

"That he was afraid Viktor might take Hermione from him. The same thing he does with Luke now." Luna says in a way that is clear she already talked about this with Ron. His response is a low whistle.

"Ron? What do you know about this?" Hermione asks, very surprised.

He raises both hands, the girls are sleeping inside the car. "Look, Hermione, it's no big deal. Harry never told us this, but we think it's pretty obvious, isn't it? Like the way he always frets when we're closer." He motions between him and her.

"What? He doesn't fret."

"Oh, my, she's blind." Luna states and Ron agrees.

"No, come on. It doesn't even make sense. First, I'm not his for someone to take me from him. And second, he never treated any other of my boyfriends badly or-"

"Because they weren't a real threat, Hermione." Ron says, putting an arm around Luna's shoulder.

"What? What about Luke, then? He's gay-"

"But he's a good friend, isn't he? I'm sure Harry can't stand how many hours you spend with the guy."

"Ron, you can't be serious." She says, a bit shaken. "How come you never told me this before?"

"I thought you knew!" Ron says, his eyes apologetic. "But, hey, it's not a big deal. Harry's just insanely jealous of you and-"

"Jealous?" She shrieks. Then she laughs. Hysterically. "Of course not. Harry is not jealous. No, no, no. Not when it comes to me." She's moving her finger from one side to the other, making a point.

And she's right, isn't she? He only ever got jealous of Cho Chang or… Ginny.

"Fine. Deny all you want." Ron says. "Are you going to the party?" She nods numbly. "Perfect. I suggest you pay attention, then."

And with that, Luna and Ron hug her goodbye, they'll spend the rest of the day at the Burrow.

It takes Hermione a few more minutes before she moves.

And then, she's off to the party.

The after party

The music is extremely loud and she's having a hard time listening to what Lester - is that his name? - is saying.

Hermione sips on her beer, not paying that much attention, her eyes searching for someone else in the crowd.

Harry.

She still thinks that Ron and Luna are crazy, but she can't shake their words from her head. And involuntarily she keeps wanting to catch Harry's eyes to see for herself if there might be some jealousy there.

However, she's failing miserably. Harry is always surrounded by numerous people, most of them, women. And it doesn't look like he's trying to find her. If she's completely honest with herself, he doesn't even care about her. Not right now. Not when he's having his moment of glory amongst the players, fans and many groupies.

One very rich and ostentatious player is hosting this party at his house. Hermione doesn't know his name, but the place is indeed huge with a large pool that she's thinking about diving in.

She already decided she won't leave this party without this dive and without getting absolutely smashed. Following this train of thought, she takes a big gulp on her beer.

"Am I boring you?" Lester asks, very close now, his mouth on her ear.

He seems to be a nice guy. But he has nothing in common with Hermione, which became clear to her in minutes of conversation. He's hot, though. They could have a nice time together, but what would be the point? Isn't she looking for a partner? A husband? A man to share her life with? To have children with?

She's sure Lester doesn't want that.

"No." She answers, yelling and smiling, "It's just too loud in here!"

He nods. "Do you want to go somewhere else?"

Very forward.

"Lester, I'm gonna be honest, I don't think we-"

"It's okay!" He says, smiling. "But if you change your mind, you know where to find me!" He winks and kisses her cheek gently.

Hermione nods at him and watches him go to the improvised bar counter to fetch another drink. She breathes relieved, glad that he understood so easily. Because sometimes men really don't understand or don't want to.

And slowly, as she searches the crowd, her eyes set on Harry. He's looking directly at her. She feels… strange. His piercing gaze is different and she knows he's a little drunk. People are still talking by his side, talking to him, but he's not answering or giving them any attention. It feels like this moment is… theirs. Only theirs.

There are at least fifty people between them, drinking and laughing and talking, but the party never seemed so empty.

Physically far, but yet, close. So very close-

A hand on her arm takes her out of this trance.

She blinks and looks at the man by her side. She knows him.

"Hi, remember me?" He asks, opening a nice smile to her, moving even closer. "I'm Edward. Harry's teammate. We were introduced a long time ago-"

"I remember!" She yells, finally back to reality. "Hey, how are you?" He's handsome.

"I'm good! Amazing, actually, I mean, we just won!" He winks at her and she chuckles, sipping on the beer. "I'm sorry if I'm a bit too forward, but I think you're absolutely gorgeous!"

Hermione opens a seductive smile, feeling good at the compliment. "Well, thanks." She winks back at him.

She can't help thinking that he started well, but then, unfortunately, Edward got into a never ending talk about Quidditch that slowly started to bore her to death-

"Hey, man, let her breathe."

She clears her throat. Edward was indeed very close to her, his lips brushing on her ear each time he spoke a word. She wasn't disturbed by it, but apparently someone else was.

"Harry, mate!" Edward takes a huge step away from her, nervously chuckling at Harry. "I was just telling Hermione about our chances at winning the Cup-"

"Ah, were you?" Harry's amused. "Juliet wants to talk with you, mate." And he points out in the crowd. Hermione has no idea who Juliet is, but Edward changes his whole expression and with a final look and nod to her, he walks away.

Hermione frowns and turns to Harry.

"What the hell?" She asks, yelling in his ear.

He moves and puts an arm around her waist, his mouth on her ear. "I just saved your ass. You looked like you were about to fall asleep!"

She chuckles, one of her hands going to his nape. "He's a nice guy!"

"But not the one for you."

"And why do you think you're the judge of that?"

He only shrugs a bit, a small smile on his lips.

Her heart beats a tad faster and she wonders what the fuck is happening. But she doesn't have much time to think about it since Harry starts dancing in place, his arm pulling her closer to him. She can smell his masculine perfume and it intoxicates her.

Hermione closes her eyes, dancing with him, moving in place. It's not like they never danced before. They have. In parties, at Ron's wedding, at other weddings, in many Quidditch celebrations, when she started The Clever Owl, every year when celebrating the magazine… even while on the hunt.

She looks into his eyes, Harry's fairly taller than her, but since she's wearing a high heeled boot, they're practically at the same eye level. Being this close with their noses touching… it should feel strange. Odd. Catastrophic.

But it feels… natural.

He opens a smile, now fully hugging her waist with both arms and she can't resist putting her own around his neck, their bodies touching. It's hot. And she lets out a shaky breath. Harry bumps his nose on hers.

Hermione can't remember a time they were like this and she felt this way.

Felt like- kissing him.

No, I can't.

This is Harry.

Her best friend.

They can't cross this line. What if it ruins everything? What if they hate it and grow apart?

No. She can't lose Harry. She can't even entertain the idea of ruining a beautiful friendship like theirs.

He's too important.

Right?

Hermione looks down, breaking the moment, her arms leaving his neck. He squeezes her waist.

"Are you okay?" He asks, his tone friendly.

He wasn't even thinking about kissing her and she almost made a fool of herself. He's not jealous of her or anything like that, he only saw that Edward was boring her and, as a friend, he decided he should intervene. Like they've done before, many times.

"Yeah!" She says to him, trying to open a smile. "I was just thinking that I want to dive into that pool! And get so drunk that I won't remember my name tomorrow!"

He chuckles, taking her hand. "Then what are you waiting for?"

Harry leads her to the exterior part of the house, where the music is not so loud and they can actually hear each other. Some people are swimming and others are around a magical bonfire playing some game and having a lot of fun. Hermione immediately spots Lester and Edward with all of Harry's teammates.

With just a look at her, she gets that Harry is asking if it's okay for them to join the others and she nods, still walking with their hands clasped together. Another thing they've already done a thousand times, so Hermione can't quite understand why it feels so… different.

"The man himself! What's his name?" Liam - one of the Chasers - shouts.

And all the team screams in answer: "POTTER! WHAT'S HIS NAME? POTTER!"

Hermione can't help laughing and cheering with them, feeling the way Harry squeezes her hand gently.

"So, you two can play with us!" Evelyn shouts, a bottle in her hand.

"Oh, please don't tell me you're playing spin the bottle." Hermione says in an amused tone, not quite believing. It's such a Muggle thing that it's surprising they even know what it is. Not to mention that they're surely a bit old to be playing this.

A few more people gather around in a circle. Harry tugs at her hand, "What's the problem with spin the bottle?" He asks in a low voice, their faces very close.

"None. It's just a bit… immature." She shrugs. He laughs.

"When we're drunk, nothing feels immature." He leans even closer to her and she can smell the alcohol in his breath. "And we never play it like teenagers. There's no such thing as chaste kisses here." His eyes are piercing hers and she feels again that strange sensation. Some excitement mixed with fear.

She raises an eyebrow. "Is that so?" She asks in a low voice, and then, louder, she says to the others. "Count us in, then." She winks at Harry and takes a step away from him, he resists a bit, not wanting to let her go. He eventually does and she feels hot at the way he's looking at her.

When they're all settled around the bonfire, the bottle magically floating horizontally atop of it, Evelyn explains a few things to Hermione. Such as how the bottle is enchanted to land on people according to their preferences. Straight, homosexual, bisexual and such. Mainly because they don't want anyone to be uncomfortable. Hermione doubts this would happen since they all look already very much inebriated, but she smiles and agrees.

This is probably the biggest circle of spin the bottle she ever saw and the bottle has a beacon to point out the person it landed without any doubt.

It's not like Hermione never played this game. She did. During summer vacations. With her few Muggle friends. But it was very innocent and timid and they were thirteen, fourteen… but after her fifth year at Hogwarts, Sirius' death and everything with Voldemort, she didn't feel like playing games anymore. It was hard having fun at those times. She constantly thought what would happen if a Death Eater attacked her Muggle family. It was so hard falling asleep-

"So, we can begin, right?" Evelyn is the organizer. "Remember, if you refuse to kiss, you have to take a Tequila Burn shot!" Hermione widens her eyes. One shot of this Tequila is enough for her to have a huge hangover tomorrow. "And, no pecks either!"

Hermione smiles, her eyes going to Harry that is at the exact opposite from her now. He has a charming smile on his face and his arms crossed. But he's looking at another woman, one that is ridiculously good looking. And they're openly flirting before the game starts. The woman blows a kiss to Harry and he puts one hand over his heart, making a face, pretending that she's knocking him down. Hermione rolls her eyes. He'll never change. He's an incorrigible womanizer.

But then his eyes go to her and his expression turns serious all of the sudden. He blinks and swallows hard, she can see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. He opens a shy smile to her and Hermione tilts her head, also smiling.

And in a second they realize the first person already spun the bottle and the beacon of light is pointing at Harry.

He raises his eyebrows, searching the one who he'll be kissing. It's Evelyn herself.

They laugh loudly. "Harry, I'm tired of kissing you, this bottle has to be kidding me!" Evelyn is saying while they take a few steps to meet at the middle.

He clicks his tongue. "Well, I'm irresistible, Ev. Even the bottle can't resist me."

Hermione watches while they come closer and Harry puts his arms around Evelyn. This is not new to her. She's seen him kiss countless women. But tonight she takes a moment to observe closely.

Harry's a big man. Wide shoulders and strong arms. Hands that could easily take almost all of her waist. Hermione presses her lips together, her eyes narrowing at their tongues meeting. It's really not chaste at all. Evelyn seems bored by it, though. Maybe because as she said it, they've done it several times. They finally separate and Harry wiggles his eyebrows at Evelyn, who only scoffs.

"I think you're losing your touch, Potter. You used to be a better kisser." She says and everyone reacts, mocking Harry.

He only lowers his head, chuckling. "I think almost every woman here would disagree." He says with a cocky smile.

And the game continues.

It takes four rounds for the bottle to stop on Hermione. And it was Lester's turn.

They share a look and a smile. He's hot, so, she has no doubts about going through with it. Oddly, her eyes go over Harry before she stops in front of Lester. He's watching them with sharp eyes.

But Hermione has no idea if he keeps looking at them because on the next second she has her own eyes closed, her lips finding Lester's.

And damn. The man knows how to kiss. It's a bit shocking how much she enjoys the way their mouths move and tongues meet. She can feel him squeezing her waist and her hands are fisting the back of his shirt-

Someone throws cold water at them.

"Hey, hey! Do you want to get a room?" Evelyn says and all the others begin to shout, agreeing.

Hermione looks down, a little blush on her cheeks while she walks back to her place, drying herself and smiling. Lester winks at her and she winks back. Maybe she should give this guy another chance, because if he kisses like this she can't even imagine-

The beacon landed on her again and Hermione opens her mouth, not quite believing it. It was Edward's turn and she can't help thinking they did something to the bottle.

They laugh and this time she doesn't look at Harry. In honesty, she almost forgot he's there.

Edward is more handsome than Lester and just as hot.

She can't say she's not curious to know how he kisses.

Now she's more carefree, more open to enjoy herself and-

The kiss is amazing.

She wonders if all Quidditch players go through lessons on how to kiss, but she knows it's only their endless practice. Edward bites her lower lip and Hermione lets out an involuntary small moan.

Again the water hits them.

People yell and boo, her and Edward laugh. Hermione can feel how much he enjoyed kissing her, his arousal evident to her. It's clear he doesn't want to let go of her but Hermione takes a step back.

She knows her lips are swollen and red, and she's very horny now, wanting these kisses to turn into something more. She clears her throat and looks at Harry.

He's frowning. Biting his lower lip, looking back at her. He looks serious again. His posture is off and she wonders if…

What if Ron and Luna were right? What if he's jealous? She narrows her eyes, thinking. It wouldn't be completely mad. She can't deny that she gets jealous of him sometimes. But not that often. She remembers not liking how much he talked about Evelyn when she first joined the team, but it soon went away. Apart from that, Hermione is very sure of what she shares with Harry, of the friendship they have. She wonders if she should talk with him, if she should soothe him about the place he has in her life, he's her best friend and-

"Hermione, it's your turn!" Evelyn says.

She smiles, magically spinning the bottle and rooting for it to land on Edward. She really wants to keep kissing him-

It lands on Harry.