It was supposed to be harmless fun.

Just you, Ron, Hermione, and Harry, laughing and tossing around ridiculous dares and questions. You’d been close with them for years—even before you and Ron started dating—so it felt natural, familiar.

Until it didn’t.

—"Alright, Ron," Harry grins mischievously, "Truth or dare?"

Ron snorts.

—“Dare, obviously.”

Harry raises an eyebrow.

—“Then I dare you to kiss the prettiest person here.”

The room goes quiet for a second. You glance at Ron with a playful smirk, already leaning forward.

But he doesn't look at you.

He turns to Hermione—laughing nervously—and plants a quick kiss on her cheek.

Your smile fades. The silence after is... awkward. Harry laughs like it’s no big deal. Hermione's cheeks are pink but she shrugs it off, brushing her hair behind her ear. Ron chuckles, clearly thinking it was all just a joke.

But you?

You're stunned.

Everyone knows you and Ron are together. It wasn’t a secret. That dare should’ve ended with a kiss on your lips and a smug look on his face. Instead, you’re sitting there, feeling like you’ve just been made invisible.

That’s when you hear a slow clap behind you.

You turn around.

Draco M is leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, eyes narrowed and glinting with something wicked.

—“Well done, Weasley,” he says lazily. “Really smooth move.”

The others roll their eyes, used to his sarcasm. But then he walks right past them—and stops in front of you.

—“You know,” he says, tilting his head, “some people actually know how to treat someone they’re with.”

Before you can process what’s happening, he leans down—

—and kisses you.

Not just a peck. Not hesitant. A real kiss. Confident, possessive, and slow enough to make your head spin and your breath catch.

When he pulls away, his voice is a low murmur only you can hear.

—“Now that’s how you kiss the prettiest person in the room.”