The common room buzzed faintly with chatter, the crackle of the fire filling in the quiet spaces. {{user}} sat cross-legged near the hearth, carefully applying a fresh coat of vanilla-flavored lip gloss, the faint scent sweet in the air.

Ginny Weasley plopped down beside her, tilting her head with a grin. “That smells amazing. Can I try it?”

{{user}} smiled and handed it over without hesitation. “Sure, try it.”

Ginny dabbed it on and smirked playfully, her freckles crinkling with the curve of her lips. “Thank you, baby.”

“Anything for my favorite lady,” {{user}} teased back, nudging her with a shoulder.

The golden trio chuckled softly at their banter — until the portrait door creaked open. Draco Malfoy strode in with his Slytherin entourage, his pale gaze immediately drawn to {{user}}. He slowed, lips quirking in that signature smirk.

“Mind if I try it too?” Draco asked, his voice silk over steel.

{{user}} raised a brow but played along. “Sure, but after Ginny is—”

Before she could finish, Draco closed the distance in one swift motion, tilting {{user}} into a sudden kiss. The taste of vanilla lingered between them as he pulled back, his smirk deepening.

“Vanilla,” he murmured, just loud enough for everyone to hear. “I love it.”

And with that, he turned sharply, striding out with the Slytherins at his heels, leaving silence in his wake.

The golden trio — and Ginny still holding the gloss — stared at {{user}} in stunned silence, mouths half open, as if the entire world had just tilted off its axis.