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"Left foot … yellow"
If you would have told Harry that this was how he would spend his eighth year, he would have laughed in your face. Right now his hand is placed next to his best friends neck. His face uncomfortably close to Ron's. His breath coming out in small pants, he's sweaty and feeling hot. The alcohol he's consumed biting him back.
Harry can hear Ron complain. "Pansy! You must be cheating, am I supposed to stay like this all night?!" Harry slightly grins, inebriated. Ron still hasn't been able to move from his poor attempt at a backbend in almost 20 minutes.
Pansy adopts something that can only be described as a half attempt of an innocent face. She looks at the board in her hands and smirks.
"Ronald, I promise!" She continues in a snooty voice. "I've been only spinning the truth!"
She flickes the spinner again. She looks up at Ron's right hand on red and holds in a giggle. "Right hand...yellow" Ron lets out huff and forces his hand over to an empty lot.
The movement caused Ron to press his chest into his opponents, his body felt warm against his. He tries to keep the flush off his face, suddenly realizing how close he is to Harry. He tries to take his mind off the feeling and takes a look around the room, his movement limited.
He looks at the common room couch and sees Hermione spread out on the couch clearly high out of her mind. Her hair plastered to her body and her arm hanging off of the couch. He swears he hears her babbling about her next potions paper due this week. He hears more than sees Draco and Blaise in an intense game of exploding snap their cards making slight popping noises in the background.
Ron focuses his attention back to the game at hand when he hears harry whisper. "Fuck. I'm going to fall. My arms hurt"
Ron hastily responded, " Mate you better not, I swear." The heat of his response felt against his skin, he completely forgets that Pansy is watching this go down. He can only focus on Harry's words.
"Come on, Ron fall. We've been at this for an hour, we are the only ones left." Harry's voice stays low pressing against Ron's ear.
Ron's mind goes blank. Quickly everything is too much. He can feel the weight of Harry on him, everytime a breath is taken in he can feel it. It Burns. Makes him Want. His breath catches.
Harry feels Ron stiffen, looking down he finds his friends face heating up. Shit he's red. He audibly swallows. Harry suddenly feels awkward. He knows he caused this and doesn't know what to do to ease the tension. So in his drunken state he starts to talk.
"I'm going to forfeit the game. My arms hurt Ron" Harry tries to muster as much strength as he can to keep his voice even, a hard task when he's staring at Ron's lustfully face. Every thing feel heavy he's almost tempted to lean in when Ron finally responds.
"Thank merlin! Finally, Harry get off of me." Ron said a bit too fast and a bit too forceful. He sounds breathless, almost wrecked. Harry faintly notices, he looks at Ron's face and it's almost the same color of his hair.
Suddenly Harry's getting shoved his body sluggish from the alcohol and finds himself flat on the ground. Groaning, he looks up at the ceiling. He rolls over and looks at Ron sitting on the Twister mat. Harry looks at Ron's blushing face, noticing that he's panting from the effort of pushing him off.
Harry's mouth feels dry so he looks behind Ron, Pansy is laying on the floor Twister board laying on her stomach, seemingly passed out.
Harry looks back to Ron. Their eyes connect but then the moment passes and Harry starts laughing. "The party seems to have cooled down. Look at Pansy."
Ron looks over and grins. "We should probably pack it up huh?"
"Yeah let's get to our dorms"
(They in fact managed to fall asleep in the common room, not even making it to the stairs. )