The group was sprawled in a loose circle on the rug, the echoes of laughter from the last round still lingering in the air.

“Okay, everyone shut up!” Pansy’s voice cut through the chatter. She tugged the nearest bottle towards her. “It’s my turn. Let me spin the bottle already.”

The group fell silent with anticipation as the bottle whirled around in the centre of the circle. It spun and spun until it slowed down, tipped over and stopped, pointing directly at Draco.

Pansy’s lips curved into a sly smile. “Well, well. Lucky me.” She leaned forward, chin in her hands, her eyes glinting. “Alright, Draco. Truth… or dare?”

Draco leaned back against the arm of the sofa, a smirk tugging at his mouth. “Dare.”

“Good choice,” Pansy purred, tapping her finger against her lips as though weighing up her options. “Tell me... out of all the girls in this room, who would you most like to kiss?”

The room erupted with gasps, giggles and teasing. A few girls preened, sitting up straighter as if daring him to choose them.

Draco’s eyes flicked lazily across the circle, taking his time and letting everyone squirm. First he looked at Pansy, who was practically leaning towards him. Then he looked at Daphne, who batted her lashes. Then he looked at the others, smirking as if he enjoyed dragging it out.

And then his eyes landed on you.

The smirk faltered for a moment before returning, sharper this time. “{{user}},” he said simply.

Your head snapped towards him, narrowing your eyes. “Me? Are you serious? We literally argue half of the time. Why on earth would you pick me?”

Draco didn’t look away. “All because I argue with you,” he chuckled, “doesn’t mean I don’t find you attractive.”

You blinked at him, feeling your stomach twist as you were caught between indignation and a warmer feeling that you refused to name. His eyes didn’t leave yours, daring you to respond.