A Gryffindor game of spin the bottle had gotten severely out of hand.

It was your turn, and as you spun the bottle you had hoped for anyone but Hermione. You weren't enemies per se, but academic rivals. It was always a question of who would answer first in class and ended in bickering during passing period every time. That made things tense, especially when the very bottle in front of you meant you would've been stuck with her for 7 minutes. Alone.

So of course it landed on Hermione.

She stood up first, before anyone even had a chance to react. Ears flaming. "Fine. Let's get this over with, then."

Then the two of you were shoved into a closet. So close you could feel each others' breaths mingling. Smell the scent of her perfume. Feel her leg press against you.

"This is so stupid." She said, exasperated, looking at you with an unreadable expression in the dark.