The air crackles with anticipation as you find yourself alone in a forgotten hallway of Hogwarts, the torches casting flickering shadows on the ancient stone walls. The day had been nothing short of chaotic—Potions class had nearly ended in an explosion (thanks to Seamus, as usual), Filch had been on a rampage about students sneaking into the restricted section, and to top it all off, a ridiculous game of truth or dare had spiraled completely out of control.

It started with a simple dare—kiss the person you’ve been stealing glances at all year. Easy enough, right? Except for one small problem: he’s taller than you.

Your friends—being both helpful and absolutely insufferable—chime in with their solutions.

“How could I kiss someone tall?” you ask, trying to find an escape route, but there’s none.

Hermione, ever the logical one, shrugs. “Stand on your tip-toes.” Simple. Straightforward. But not exactly foolproof.

Ron, looking vaguely uncomfortable but also intrigued, scratches the back of his head. “Ask him to bend down?” His voice is uncertain, as if the idea is just as daunting to him as it is to you.

Draco, who had somehow inserted himself into the conversation purely for his own amusement, smirks. “Punch him in the stomach,” he suggests with a chuckle, earning himself an eye roll from Hermione.

Ginny, unimpressed with all the nonsense, crosses her arms. “Pull him to your height by the collar of his shirt,” she states matter-of-factly. Confident. Bold.

But before you can decide which approach to take, he takes a step forward, his intense gaze locking onto yours, his lips just barely curved into a teasing smile.

“Or you could just ask me to kiss you.”