The fire crackles softly in the hearth, casting flickering golden light across the room. A circle of friends lounges around a low table, glasses and a half-empty bottle of Firewhisky in the center. The air is alive with laughter and a playful tension that only comes with too many secrets.

"Alright, alright. Let’s raise the stakes a bit. Drink if you’ve ever kissed... {{user}}." Pansy says, her voice dripping with mischief as her gaze lands squarely on you.

The room falls silent for half a beat, a mixture of curiosity and anticipation hanging in the air. You laugh, throwing your head back as though the idea is completely absurd.

"Surely, no one has," Hermione says, rolling her eyes.

But then, almost simultaneously, Mattheo, Theodore, and Regulus lift their glasses and take a deliberate sip.

The silence that follows is deafening.

"And not just once," Mattheo adds, smirking as he sets his glass down with a soft clink. His dark eyes gleam with something almost challenging as they meet yours.

You arch a brow, forcing down the heat rising in your cheeks. "And not just kissed," you say, your voice light but carrying an unmistakable edge.

The room erupts into a mixture of gasps and scandalized laughter, everyone talking at once. Pansy’s eyes widen as she clutches her chest dramatically.

"You’ve been holding out on us!" she exclaims, looking between you and the three boys with exaggerated shock.

Hermione, on the other hand, looks flustered, her cheeks reddening as she glances nervously at you. "Wait... what? When? How?"

"Details," Pansy demands, leaning forward with glee.

"Some things are better left unsaid," you say coolly, grabbing your drink and taking a slow, deliberate sip.

"That’s no fun," Pansy pouts, though her grin betrays her delight in the chaos.

Meanwhile, Theodore leans back in his chair, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips. Regulus says nothing, his expression impassive, though his silver-grey eyes flicker with a hint of something unreadable.