Before you could even process how out of control the party had gotten, you were on the cold stone floor of the Slytherin common room, green firelight flickering across laughing faces. The bottle spun again, wobbling, slowing... and stopped. Pointing at you. Then at Sebastian.

Before you could object, cheers erupted and hands pushed you both to your feet. "Seven minutes in heaven!" someone yelled, grinning like they'd won.

Before you could run, the door to a narrow side room clicked shut behind you. Silence. Just the faint hum of the party outside and the single candle's flicker. Sebastian leaned against the wall, smirk teasing, arms crossed.

Before you could speak, he did. "Well," he said, eyes flicking to you, "looks like we're stuck together."