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The bottle spins, whirls around elegantly on its side.
Surrounding the spinning glass a crowd waits in anticipation, each wondering who the neck will point to.
It was Imelda’s fault.
She had heard of muggle children playing the foolish game ‘bottle of fortune’ originally and suggested it to the group currently gathered in one of the lesser used classrooms on a stormy April night.
The rules were simple-someone span the bottle and whoever it landed on had to kiss the spinner. To make things more exciting there was a charm on the bottle that ensured anyone who forfeit would suffer for their cowardice.
Safe to say so far no one had been brave enough to forfeit.
Or maybe it was the alcohol in the stuff Gareth had smuggled that made them brave enough to go through with each kiss regardless.
So far the game had been fun, Imelda had been kissed by Garreth and Amit, Amit by Natty, Sebastian and Everett, Everett had kissed Ominis rather forcefully, the slytherin looking rather perplexed after and touching his lips. Sebastian had wondered with some sadness whether that was his first as Ominis had then kissed Poppy who had kissed Sebastian. He gave her a flirty wink as she pulled away, making her blush as Sebastian span the bottle himself, the taste of Poppy’s lips still tingling on his own. The glass spin round and round until it landed on the one person Sebastian would preferably rather not kiss-and from his reaction, Leander would rather not kiss him as well.
“You’ve got to be kidding.” the Redhead grumbled, despite shifting his position to lean forward and meet Sebastian halfway.
“What’s wrong Leander? scared you might like it?” Imelda mocks, words slightly less sharp than normal in her intoxicated state.
“For your information Imelda I’m bisexual-doesn’t mean I don’t have standards.” Leander snapped back, apparently a lot more sober than the rest of them, Sebastian noted the bottle next to him was the first he’d had, though he could not say the same.
Imelda let a out a gasp, covering her mouth that had morphed into a shocked but elated smile.
“Oh Leander! Dare I ask which of our male cohorts you’ve defiled?” She said, pulling her hand away to exposing a cruel smirk.
Leander just rolled his eyes.
“No one in this room-”
“Eric Northcott.”
Everyone looked to Ominis who now had his hand over his mouth.
“My apologies Leander that was not my place to say-Perhaps I should stop drinking-” the blind boy mumbled, clearly embarrassed.
Everyone else was too shocked to speak until Leander suddenly spoke.
“That was you! I thought I could hear someone passing by the broom cupboard …” Leander hissed as he shook his head.
Sebastian was a little shocked himself, from what he knew of Eric outside of crossed wands the boy kept to himself, only really talking to Charlotte and a few other people. Though he was friendly enough if you approached him. It surprised Sebastian that the kind boy would choose someone like Leander to do…well whatever it is they had done.
Leander.
“Well You can tell us the details later-don’t keep your newest conquest waiting!” Garreth laughed.
“Alright alright-come on Sebastian let’s get this over with.” Leander grumbled.
“Hey! I’m not just a pretty face-If you managed to bag Gryffindor’s sweetheart then I want to see some of this charm~” Sebastian grinned as he came face to face with the redhead.
Leander blinked before a grin spread across his face.
“As you wish.” Was all he said before before he suddenly dipped his head and bit the skin just under Sebastian’s ear.
Not suspecting the nip, the brunet let out a deep moan at the pleasure that coursed through him.
“Holy shit!” Garreth blurted while a chorus of gasps came from the others.
Taking the chance, Leander pulled back before putting his lips on Sebastians partially opened ones, it took a while two seconds for the boy to realise what had happened by which time Leander was already pulling away.
It was like tasting a new drink for the first time, you aren’t completely sure you like it but there’s a hint there, an aftertaste that hits the sweet spot and for that alone you go back for seconds.
That would be Sebastian’s reasoning as to why he practically leapt on Leander, pushing him on his back and snogging him senseless.
It was like being underwater at the beach, everything but the feeling of Leanders lips was muted, there was screaming and for a moment Sebastian just hung there in that feeling.
And then Leander kissed back, the water was fire and as if the beach had been flipped Sebastian was suddenly on his back and loving the feeling of the haughty Gryffindor’s body covering him while the screams grew louder.
Some part of his head screamed that he’d regret this in the morning when the buzz of alcohol died down but for now he let his hands through Leander’s hair and moaned into his mouth as the taller boys leg brushed against his crotch.
The spell between them was finally broken when someone’s magic broke a window and the two quickly broke apart before the entire group went silent in fear a teacher would be alerted to the noise.
The only sound was Leander and Sebastian’s panting breaths, the redhead still splayed over the Slytherin and a thin line of saliva connecting them.
Taking a moment to to look over Leanders messed up hair, pink cheeks and lustful eyes-Sebastian decided that under the haughty exterior-Leander wasn’t such a bad chap after all.