As the party goes on, Pansy leans over the low table, mischief sparkling in her eyes as she calls out, "Truth or dare, Theo?"

Theo sighs. “Dare,” he replies.

“Go and kiss Malfoy.”

Theo’s face twists in disbelief. “Forget it,” he laughs, shaking his head. “That’s not happening.”

Pansy grins. “Then you owe me 10 galleons.”

She turns to Enzo, who sits a little too comfortably beside Theo. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Enzo answers.

“Go and kiss Malfoy,” Pansy repeats.

Enzo's face drains of color. “That’s disgusting,” he mutters, clearly unnerved by the idea.

“That’ll be 10 galleons then,” Pansy jokes. The game is getting better by the second.

Finally, her eyes land on Mattheo. “Mattheo…”

“Darling,” he drawls, waiting for her next move.

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare, of course,” Mattheo replies, the challenge already accepted.

Pansy leans in with a smirk. “Go and kiss Malfoy.”

Draco shoots Pansy a deadly glare. “You will pay for this, Parkinson,” he grumbles, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

Mattheo arches an eyebrow. “On the cheek?” he asks, as if he’s actually considering it.

Pansy shakes her head, her grin widening. “On the lips.”

Mattheo’s smirk grows more devilish. “I’ll do it.”

The group holds its breath as Mattheo gets out of his seat. But instead of heading toward Draco, his gaze locks on you, Draco’s sister, who is off limits to his friends. You are caught off guard as Mattheo reaches you, his hand tilting your chin up slightly as he presses his lips to yours in a heated, unexpected kiss. The air between you is electric as you kiss him back, not minding it in the slightest.

Mattheo pulls away slowly, he gives you a wink. He turns back to the table, strutting over with a smug smile plastered on his face. Everyone is staring, including a very tense Draco.

“Oh come on,” Mattheo teases as he sits down. “You didn’t say which Malfoy.”

Draco’s chair scrapes back as he stands, his expression furious as he storms out of the party without a word.