Spin the Bottle by Epona

Rating: PG
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 22/04/2004
Last Updated: 22/04/2004
Status: Completed

6th year Sleepover! Lavender and Parvati persuade the Gryffindor boys into a 6th year sleepover,
with a seemingly 'innocent' game of Spin the Bottle. Please read and review!




1. Spin the Bottle
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**Disclaimer:** Sadly, none of these Characters belong to me, they belong to the truly
wonderful J.K Rowling…and the game isn’t mine either. It’s a game that’s been around for years.

**Authors Notes:** This is based on a situation that happened with a good friend of mine not
very long ago, although it didn’t end as nicely as this did. Hope you enjoy this story as much as I
enjoyed writing it.

**Spin The Bottle.**

“Who wants to play Spin the Bottle?”

Lavender sat up excitedly from her purple, saggy sleeping bag, an eager smile plastered all over
her bright face. The others groaned loudly. Lavender and Parvati had successfully managed to
persuade them all into having a ‘6th year sleepover’, making them all bring down
sleeping bags and blankets from their dorms and spend the evening together. So far, they had had
two food fights, two rounds of 21 dares, a round of secret telling, in which no ones secrets got
told, and three frantic pillow fights, in which the boys refused to give up until eventually
everyone was lying panting on the floor, with Harry stood up and laughing at them all, his
Quidditch training giving him the advantage over everyone else. Professor McGonagall had
surprisingly allowed them to have food and butterbeer from the kitchens, as long as they cleaned up
after themselves and cast a silencing charm on the common room so as not to wake the other years,
and Dean and Seamus had managed to smuggle in some firewhiskey, so they were all quite tipsy, but
having a good time none the less.

The boys turned over in their sleeping bags, Harry being the only one in blankets pulled them
exasperatedly over his head. Lavender and Parvati had been pushing them forcefully all night to
have at least one round of Spin the Bottle, claiming that it’s what everyone did at slumber
parties. However the boys were all slightly reluctant to give in straight away; Parvati and
Lavender had been shooting sneaky, furtive glances at each other, and that could only mean that
they were plotting something. However, due to Lavenders constant badgering and their slight
intoxication, they gave in, dejectedly forming a circle in the middle of the common room.

“That’s better,” chirruped Lavender, the eager, excited smile still plastered all over her face.
“Now, who has the bottle? Mione?”

Hermione sighed and leaned over to pick up an empty butterbeer bottle of the floor, wearing the
same weary look as the lads. With a sigh and a small smile she handed the bottle to Parvati, who
immediately grabbed it and plonked it down in the middle of the circle.

“Right. Okay, who’s snogging who first?”

She made to spin the bottle, but was interrupted by shouts of indignation from the boys. Sighing
exasperatedly, she peered up at them, to see them with inquiring looks on their faces.

“Who said anything about snogging? I thought this was the ‘truth-or-dare’ kind of spin the
bottle?” piped up Ron, who was seconded by grunts of agreement by the boys.

Giggling, Parvati and Lavender glanced wickedly at each other, earning an eye-rolling expression
from Hermione. Obviously, they had something planned in case a situation such like this arose. The
boys gave each other worried glances as Parvati turned back to them, a daring smile on her pretty
face.

“What’s the matter?” She asked, slightly seductively. “You scared? We won’t bite you know… at
least not *hard.*”

‘Ouch,’ thought Harry. ‘She really knows how to hurt a guys pride.’

A murmur of mumbles from the boys told them a quiet ‘no’ and they smiled. Satisfied, Parvati
nodded primly and gave the bottle a hard shove. It spun around the circle, the boys watching it
with bated breath, the girls eagerly awaiting it’s result. Finally it stopped. On Neville.

“Oh, no…” Neville gulped as Dean clapped him on the shoulder, a sombre look written across his
face, as if someone had died. Parvati, Lavender and even Hermione giggled at this over exaggerated
lack of eagerness. With an amused smile, Parvati Shoved the bottle again.

“And he will be snogging…” The bottle stopped abruptly at: “Lavender!”

Neville’s face turned a multitude of reds, purples, pinks, and even green before it paled
completely as Lavender crawled up to him eagerly on all fours. Glancing around at the boys for
support and finding only sincere, sombre faces, he gulped once more as Lavender claimed his
lips.

Surprisingly enough, there were whoops from everyone, even Hermione who had clearly shown her
dislike of this game from siding with the boys in their show of reluctance to play. She sat back
and laughed, catching Harry’s eye and grinning, clearly very amused. Harry grinned back as there
was one last whoop from Dean as Neville and Lavender separated. Satisfied, Lavender crawled back
into place, leaving a very flustered Neville with a shy grin on his crimson face.

As the game progressed, the kisses and snogs got a lot more unconventional. If the bottle were
to land on two people from the same gender, then the forfeit would be a peck on the lips, no matter
what gender they were, not like a full blown snog when it landed on a boy and a girl. Obviously
this didn’t go down too well with the boys, their manly pride seriously under threat, but with yet
another blow to the ego from Lavender, they agreed.

In light of this, nearly everybody had kissed (or snogged) everyone else at least once, Harry
was the first to give Ron an extremely reluctant peck on the lips, eyes tightly shut. He’d already
snogged Lavender and Parvati, and kissed Seamus, Dean and Neville who all had equally high scores.
The only person he hadn’t kissed was Hermione.

Either Lavender or Parvati hadn’t noticed this, or the kept their usually open mouths shut.
However, they kept sneaking oddly furtive glances at each other, then at Harry and Hermione, which
gave Harry the impression that they must have noticed something. This made him very nervous.
Everyone knew that a plan from Parvati and Lavender was not necessarily a good one.

“Okay, who’s next?” Ron picked up the bottle with a dopey, drunk grin. He’d had a bit too much
firewhisky and was beginning to really get into the game, despite his earlier protests. He span the
bottle round forcefully, it gathered a good speed, then slowed… and landed on Harry.

There was a drunken cheer and Ron picked up the bottle again, giving it another good sharp push.
It seemed to take forever to slow down and even before it reached it’s destination, Harry’s stomach
filled with dread. Hermione.

She was the one person he was not looking forward to kissing, afraid of the possibility that he
might enjoy it. Hermione was a very special person to him, he didn’t want to ruin that by
developing feeling for her. The one he already had were enough to say that this wasn’t a good
idea.

From the reluctant look on her face, Harry assumed she was thinking the same as him. However
there was another drunken cheer and loud encouraging shouts from the rest of the party. Looking up
at Hermione, he tried to silently communicate through his eyes an apology, until her deep, pretty
brown eyes gently closed and their lips met softly for the first time.

‘Wow…’ was Harry’s first thought.

It started off looking chaste, a friendly kiss between two good friends, but the feeling that it
was giving them both was incredible. They seemed to be glued at the lips, invisible sparks of
chemistry holding them together. Hearing the whoops and claps from the others, the kiss grew
deeper, more intense and emotional. Soon they forgot they had an audience as the continued, the
kiss meaning more than a drunken game of spin the bottle. It became more sensual as Harry pulled
Hermione closer while she wrapped long soft arms affectionately around his neck. They didn’t even
notice the cheers dying down as they continued to embrace each other, their feelings bursting from
within them in silent confession.

“Uh… You two? You two?! You can stop now!”

They paid no notice to Lavender’s remarks as they continued to kiss each other as deeply as
possible. It took three loud cough, five rude remarks from Parvati, Ron and Lavender and a bottle
being thrown at them before they finally separated, blushing from head to toe. They look fondly at
each other before turning back to the shocked audience.

“Merlin, you two! That was some display!” piped up Seamus, his dry Irish accent hinting some
amusement. “There something you wanna tell us?”

There were agreeing nods and murmurs from the others as both Harry and Hermione glowed a deep
scarlet, and gave each other a swift searching look.

“Um… nothing?” replied Harry, though he wasn’t 100% sure of the answer, and he hoped that his
tone would show that to Hermione. He looked over at the others, who were all wearing serious but
pleased faces, quite a task considering they were all mostly completely drunk. Harry and Hermione
were the two most sober ones.

Ron was surveying them briskly, as though thinking about their situation in a detailed and
sensible manner. The look didn’t suit him.

“I think you two need to talk,” he mumbled finally, a drunken air about his voice. He earned
himself nods of agreement from the boys, and surprised looks from the girls. Ron rarely came out
with good advice, it just wasn’t him. Maybe he only gave good advice when drunk?

Overcoming their shock from Ron suddenly becoming the Gryffindor ’Agony Uncle’, Lavender and
Parvati exchanged determined looks and jumped to their feet, ready to act. Alarmed looks flitted
across Harry and Hermione’s faces as they moved swiftly in front, taking their shoulders and
turning them 360º . With a swift knowing nod to each other, they frog marched Harry and Hermione to
the portrait hole like soldiers.

“Come on… out.”

“Yeah and don’t come back until you’ve talked it through!”

“I wanna see you two kissing like mad when you come back in, or else!”

“And we want to know every single detail!”

Shoving the roughly outside the portrait hole, they turned quickly, Lavender throwing them both
a friendly wink before disappearing back into the common room, leaving Harry and Hermione standing
outside in their nightclothes, looking distinctly ruffled. They gave each other an exasperated
look, before they slid into smiles and laughter.

“Well, that was unexpected… Still, I suppose you can always count on Lavender and Parvati to
complicate things…” remarked Hermione, a faint red tinge lining her pretty face.

“Yeah, though I didn’t know they had such a hard grip. I’m sure I’ve got claw marks on my arm
now… I feel like such a wimp…”

They both laughed nervously, none of them really wanting to get to the point and confront their
feelings. A long silence came, in which Harry was having an inward war with his feelings. He opened
his mouth to speak but was cut off by Hermione.

“Harry, what happened in there?”

‘Straight to the point…’ thought Harry, a pink tinge now creeping along his own pale cheeks.
’Maybe she’s been around Parvati and Lavender too long…’

“I, er… don’t know…” he replied, not really able to voice how he felt about the whole situation.
Finally, he gulped down the massive lump in his throat and said quietly; “But I’d like to find
out…”

Hermione smiled shyly, turning a dark shade of pink, highlighting her pretty face and neck. She
stepped forward a little and Harry suddenly felt the long, empty stone corridor getting warmer.

“I don’t want this to mean nothing…” she said, her deep chocolate eyes boring into Harry’s, who
felt like his knees were about to give way. “I don’t want this to be just drunken teenage hormones
and a game of spin the bottle. I don’t’ know how much firewhisky you’ve had, but I’m sober enough
to know what I want to say… If you get my drift…”

Harry grabbed Hermione’s smooth, soft hand gently with his own, and smiled genuinely at her. His
knees seemed to be keeping steady, which gave him the strength to carry on with his sentence.

“And I’m sober enough to know what I want.”

And with that he kissed her, forgetting all the chaste shyness that their first kiss had
contained. This one grew instantly passionate and intense from the moment their lips touched. Their
passion and need grew with every tender touch of the hair to every soft caress of their backs,
every kiss more emotional and more incredible than the last. They shared a great deal of sweet
kisses before pulling apart, breathless and smiling.

“Do you really want to go back in there?” Harry panted, a wide grin across his face.

“No, not really.” Hermione’s eye twinkled with mischief and her grin grew wider, as did
Harry’s.

“I hear the Astronomy Towers nice at night.” Harry grinned cheekily which Hermione returned as
he took her hand and they ran off to the Astronomy Tower, to play their own version of Spin the
Bottle.



