Enemies. Yeah. Sure.

The group of tipsy teens huddled in a circle around the table in the Gryffindor Common Room. Most people had left the party for bed earlier, leaving just the 10 of them. Harry, Ron, Ginny, Seamus, Dean, Fred, George, Blaise, Draco and Marcus. Seamus finished off whatever was left in the bottle, before placing it on the table.

"Aight. Who's spinning it, 'hen?"

His Irish accent became even more obvious when he was off his nut.

*Fred and George couldn't stop giggling at eachother, like they were teenage girls in a rom-com.

The Slytherins weren't exactly sure why they were still here, let alone playing bloory spin the bottle with a bunk of Gryffindorks.

Harry rolled his eyes dramatically, sitting on his heels and leaning over.

"Okay, doing it."

Ron snickered to himself. Of course he snapped back into as soon as Malfoy was involved.

Harry's hand was on the bottle neck in a flick, spinning in a blur of green and peeling labels.

It landed on Draco.

The room went dead silent, even Fred's drunken snorts coming to an end.

Dean ans Ron instantlystarting callping their hands, smug grins spreading across crackrd lipd as they shoved Harry up

"Go on, Harry!!"

Dean cackled, shoving him up by his back, watching him stumble.