You were sitting cross-legged on the carpet inside the circle with Draco, Theodore, Mattheo, Blaise, Regulus and Pansy. As always when Pansy was in charge of the game, the mood was light, and empty beer bottles were scattered nearby.

Pansy leaned forward suddenly. “{{user}},” she purred. “Truth or dare?”

You hesitated, already knowing that dares with this group tended to end in chaos. “...Truth.”

A sly murmur rippled around the circle. Theodore arched a brow, Mattheo smirked knowingly and Blaise leaned back on his elbows, as if expecting something scandalous.

Pansy’s grin widened. “So… if you could kiss anyone in this room right now, who would it be?”

You could feel every pair of eyes shifting towards you, waiting for your answer. You tried to steady your breathing, but before you could choose your words carefully, something spilled out of your mouth.

“Draco, of course—”

The words hung there, shocking you silent.

Across from you, Draco's lips curved into that infuriatingly smug smirk and his eyes gleamed. He didn’t even need to speak... you could feel the satisfaction radiating off him.

Your face flamed. “I… I don’t know why I said that…”

Pansy giggled, victorious. “Oh, but I do. We might’ve poured a little truth serum in your drink earlier…” She tilted her head. “So you’d kiss Draco, uh?”

Your eyes widened. “What?! I—”

Before you could collect your thoughts, Draco leaned in, his smirk deepening. “Don’t be shy now, sweetheart…”

You glared at him. “Can you shut up for a second?”

He tilted his head lazily, refusing to break eye contact. “Why would I, when I’m enjoying this?” His voice dropped lower. “…Because I might kiss you back… you never know.”

The circle fell silent, and even Mattheo’s grin faltered as everyone waited.

Draco’s smirk softened into something more dangerous. “Unless… you try.”