Author's Notes: Written for Asking Me Where My Love Grows' First Kiss Challenge on the HPFC forum.
(Yeah, you thought I was done with those, didn't you? Not a chance)
As a rule, Parvati Patil avoided parties.
She especially avoided parties that involved party games.
And she especially, especially avoided spin-the-bottle.
So how she had gotten roped into playing a game of spin-the-bottle with the whole of Gryffindor house was a mystery to her.
The whole of the house – save for a few students too shy to join in – was sitting in a giant ring around the common room. There was a milk bottle lying on its side in the centre, and everyone was looking at it rather warily.
Well, everyone except Fred and George Weasley, who looked like they were having the time of their lives.
"Right," said Fred. "I'll start." He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the bottle. There was a bang, and the bottle spun around wildly, watched eagerly by most of the students, until it finally rested still, pointing at Ginny. Fred grinned, then dragged himself over to his sister and pecked her lightly on the cheek. A few people groaned, complaining that that didn't count, but Ginny being his sister, the matter was soon forgotten.
Ginny took out her wand and aimed, and the bottle spun around once more, finally resting so it pointed directly at Hermione Granger. Ginny rolled her eyes, though, Parvati thought, she looked rather pleased with herself, and leaned over to kiss the other girl. Hermione blushed slightly, but accepted the kiss and took her turn. The bottle did its spinning, stopping to point at George Weasley.
Hermione let out an impatient huff of breath, which caused Parvati a flash of irritation. Why on earth would Hermione be impatient with kissing George Weasley? George Weasley was… was…
Parvati shook the thoughts from her head as George took his turn with the bottle. Around and around it whirled, going past Parvati once, twice, three times, four…
On the fourth round, it slowed to a halt, pointing at her.
She barely had time to register George crossing the common room on hands and knees before his mouth was pressed over hers. His lips felt firm and warm and-
George Weasley? George Weasley was kissing-
By the time her mind had wrapped itself around that fact, George was back in his seat.