The room had fallen eerily silent as everybody watched in silent surprise how the kiss unexpectedly progressed. Harry could not remember ever having heard of Oliver kissing anybody ever, and he felt certain that neither did a lot of other counselors. As the two finally parted, the silence was broken by yet another of Dean's wolf whistles.<br/>The sound made the corner of Harry's mouth turn upwards in a dumb grin, and suddenly the room was once again filled with giggles and smalltalks.<br/>Oliver seemed slightly flushed by the ordeal, and silently turned the bottle. When the bottle landed on Seamus seated across the circle from him, the crowd seemed to laugh collectively. Of the attending counselors, Seamus and Dean were the only couple present.<br/>"Honey, don't look," Seamus warned coquettishly and with a grin, as he stood, carefully stepping across the bottle to plant a polite peck on Oliver's lips. The kiss was a stark contrast to the one Draco and Oliver had just shared, but it seemed that Oliver was grateful for it.<br/>Without much further fuss, Seamus spun the bottle, towering above the seated guests.