Post by TartanPhoenix on Jun 4, 2005 23:41:44 GMT -5
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Rating: 13+ just because
I just couldn't help myself.
Every year
“Ron, I like you mate, but not that much.” Harry looked a little sick as the empty and slightly sticky butterbeer bottle came to a stop and pointed directly at himself. “Feelings mutal Harry. No offense mate, but you’re not my type.” As hard as she tried, Hermione couldn’t take it, and burst out laughing. It only took a few moments for it to spread, and several more for them to calm down enough to resume the game.
It was a rainy April weekend, and the studeents were taking a rare break before the exam rush began. It had been Ron who had suggesting playing a game he heard Fred and George talking about; spin the bottle. He had apparently misunderstood as he brought out a spare piece of parchment and quill to mark when they had each ‘scored’. When Hermione finally managed to explain exactly what the game entailed, he was all the more edger to play, and finally convinced his friends to join in. The trio, along with Lavender, Seamus, and Parvati were sitting in a circle in the Gryffindor common room, doing their best to avoid that very situation.
They were all so engrossed in the game that no one heard the portrait open and close or the quiet clicking of heels along the floor. It was Harry’s turn to spin, but when the bottle landed in the gap between Seamus and Hermione no one was laughing. Harry could feel his heart stop and his jaw hit the floor as he looked up. There stood an unimpressed McGonagall, her eyes following the bottle’s trajectory and then narrowing as it pointed toward her.
“Accio bottle. I would suggest,” she said, holding the bottle as if it would attack any moment, “that the six of you find a better use of your time.” For years afterward, Harry would swear he saw a small gleam in her eyes and a quick twitch at the corner of her mouth.
“I would hate for Gryffindor to loose the House Cup because the Astronomy Tower has lost favor.”
With that she turned on her heels and headed back out the portrait, the bottle still in her hands that held an unusual shake. She arrived a few minutes later at the stone Gargoyle and gave the password, Fudge flies, and entered his office.
“You will never guess what I just broke up Albus.” Albus couldn’t help but chuckle at her obvious mirth. It usually took quite a bit to get Minerva just to crack a smile, but she stood in the middle of his office with a full grin and her shoulders shaking slightly.
“I suppose not. Would you care to enlighten me?” She walked across the office and placed the bottle on the desk in front of him. Realization dawned and Albus began to laugh outright.
“Who was it?” he asked when his laughter had died down, wiping away a stray tear. “Mr. Potter. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look so frightened before. I half expected to see him bolt from the room screaming. I don’t understand it Albus. This happens almost every year; what have I done to deserve this?”
Albus stood, and with a wave of his hand the door gave an audible click as it locked. They both watched as the bottle began to spin. It stopped just as he arrived at her side; it was again pointing straight at her.
"Well, the students seem to figure out what I’ve always known; you are completely ravishing,” he said before claiming her lips with his. Spin the bottle was always her favorite game.
Rating: 13+ just because
I just couldn't help myself.
Every year
“Ron, I like you mate, but not that much.” Harry looked a little sick as the empty and slightly sticky butterbeer bottle came to a stop and pointed directly at himself. “Feelings mutal Harry. No offense mate, but you’re not my type.” As hard as she tried, Hermione couldn’t take it, and burst out laughing. It only took a few moments for it to spread, and several more for them to calm down enough to resume the game.
It was a rainy April weekend, and the studeents were taking a rare break before the exam rush began. It had been Ron who had suggesting playing a game he heard Fred and George talking about; spin the bottle. He had apparently misunderstood as he brought out a spare piece of parchment and quill to mark when they had each ‘scored’. When Hermione finally managed to explain exactly what the game entailed, he was all the more edger to play, and finally convinced his friends to join in. The trio, along with Lavender, Seamus, and Parvati were sitting in a circle in the Gryffindor common room, doing their best to avoid that very situation.
They were all so engrossed in the game that no one heard the portrait open and close or the quiet clicking of heels along the floor. It was Harry’s turn to spin, but when the bottle landed in the gap between Seamus and Hermione no one was laughing. Harry could feel his heart stop and his jaw hit the floor as he looked up. There stood an unimpressed McGonagall, her eyes following the bottle’s trajectory and then narrowing as it pointed toward her.
“Accio bottle. I would suggest,” she said, holding the bottle as if it would attack any moment, “that the six of you find a better use of your time.” For years afterward, Harry would swear he saw a small gleam in her eyes and a quick twitch at the corner of her mouth.
“I would hate for Gryffindor to loose the House Cup because the Astronomy Tower has lost favor.”
With that she turned on her heels and headed back out the portrait, the bottle still in her hands that held an unusual shake. She arrived a few minutes later at the stone Gargoyle and gave the password, Fudge flies, and entered his office.
“You will never guess what I just broke up Albus.” Albus couldn’t help but chuckle at her obvious mirth. It usually took quite a bit to get Minerva just to crack a smile, but she stood in the middle of his office with a full grin and her shoulders shaking slightly.
“I suppose not. Would you care to enlighten me?” She walked across the office and placed the bottle on the desk in front of him. Realization dawned and Albus began to laugh outright.
“Who was it?” he asked when his laughter had died down, wiping away a stray tear. “Mr. Potter. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look so frightened before. I half expected to see him bolt from the room screaming. I don’t understand it Albus. This happens almost every year; what have I done to deserve this?”
Albus stood, and with a wave of his hand the door gave an audible click as it locked. They both watched as the bottle began to spin. It stopped just as he arrived at her side; it was again pointing straight at her.
"Well, the students seem to figure out what I’ve always known; you are completely ravishing,” he said before claiming her lips with his. Spin the bottle was always her favorite game.
that was so cute
