Nothing belongs to me except my imagination.
"Harry, this party is fouler than Hagrid's breath after breakfast! Do something mate, or I'm out of here… AND THIS IS MY FLAT!" For the first time, in a really long time, Ron was right, and I'm not saying that just because I'm roaring drunk, I truly mean it. This whole mess started when Hermione had planned a "Hogwarts Reunion" for the plain and simple reason that she felt it was time to reminisce the `best years of our lives!' Considering that the best years of our lives had only ended 5 years previous, I thought we hadn't spent enough time to reminisce so this party idea seemed quite ludicrous, but I went along with it and so did Ron, for she is Hermione and we would be doomed if we disagreed. And now, Ron and I were watching as our guests looked around aimlessly at each other wondering what to do and if pulling out a game of Explosive Snaps would be a bit too pre-pubescent.
"Let's play spin the bottle!" Oh good lord, Dean Thomas you did not just suggest that. Pre-pubescence warning was just notched one level higher. I looked around as people's faces were lighting up at the idea of kissing each other randomly, well at first I thought they're faces were lighting up, but it might have been the effect of too much alcohol in their systems that rendered them quite flushed…but that was not the point. We were actually going to play Spin the Bottle. I could have strangled Dean as he explained the concept to our not so muggle-abled compatriots.
"Come on mate, this party needs a bit living up! You said it yourself!" Ron told me while looking around the room as Seamus was finishing every bottle in order to find "one" that was empty. "Plus, the ladies here are not completely unfortunate looking…" I looked around the room and wondered who it possibly was that Ron was hinting at but all I could see was Luna Lovegood talking avidly with Ginny Weasley. Drunk as I was, embarrassing statements had yet to come…
"Are you mad?! How can you pull your younger sister? That's incest, man!" Ron just looked at me as if I had three heads and I quietly cursed myself…the embarrassment had yet to begin.
Ah, lovely Hermione, my best friend of so long was looking around timidly as we were all sitting down in a huge circle on the living room floor. She sat directly across from me and that timid look of hers was incredibly endearing and made me realize that out of the three of us, she had changed the least.
"I'll go first!" I turned to my left and saw that Ginny was rubbing her hands together in greed. Even when we were going out she was pretty ferocious, whoever ends up with her will be in for a treat…
The "Jack Daniels" bottle spun quickly on the hardwood floor of our apartment and we all anxiously stared at it as if it were a beautiful yet poisonous flower. Ok, I probably was the only one to think of it in that way but I have an excuse. I get poetic when I'm pissed. It's rather charming really.
Lavender Brown. This is just a beautiful night, old friends getting back together, snogging one another, it's a beautiful thing. Every bloke (except Ron) stared in delight as the two girls quickly kissed (with tongue, honestly we're all grownups here!) and sighed in disappointment as the two girls retreated.
Lavender's turn was up, and she in turn fell on her "sort of ex-boyfriend" Seamus Finnegan. The twos stared at one another and we could feel the tension but Seamus, the classy man that he is, pulled her against him and shoved, yes literally shoved, his tongue down her throat. Lavender seemed shocked but not so disappointed by his action, and I just knew that later tonight, they wouldn't be going home alone. At least someone should get lucky…
Seamus excited as ever to have his turn, clutched the bottle between his palms and kissed it…"come on…come on…" I was about to propose that if the bottle and Seamus wanted some private time that they should move into another room, but my `funnier in my head than it would actually sound out loud' joke was paused by the bottle landing on a not so shy Luna Lovegood.
I had always been curious about Luna Lovegood. Her odd behaviors at Hogwarts had always set many of the students off to repel her but not me, to this day I know that there's something about her…and one things for sure, since Hogwarts she hasn't shied away from extra curricular activities in the bedroom. She was not a prosy, that's a fact, but she was known to have made a couple of men weak to their knees. She's a feisty one, no doubt in my mind about that.
After the kiss that Luna and Seamus shared, I could tell that he was reconsidering taking Lavender home for the way he was staring at Luna was not in a `sign me up for priesthood' way, that was for sure.
After a couple of rounds, Ron had kissed Parvati, whom in turn kissed Dean, who kissed Hannah Abbott, who kissed Ron, who kissed Katie Bell, who kissed Colin Creevey, who kissed Hermione (to her pure discomfort), and suddenly the pressure was on Hermione.
The fact that she was nervous and shaking as she held the bottle made me stifle a laugh. Good, old reliable Hermione. I noticed my leg shaking besides me and I held it back with my hand. Watching people kissing really made me parched and want some sort of sexual water…and I thought I was poetic when pissed, what arse.
The bottle spun around for what seemed like hours and when it stopped my heart leapt. Oh bloody shit! I'm going to kiss my best mate; someone is really having a good laugh at my expense. Suddenly, everyone was interested and was staring at Hermione and I. unfortunately for me that was not the only surprise I had that night.
Hermione crawled across the small space and glanced at me quickly before kissing me. Surprisingly, my leg had stopped shaking.
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