slytherin · harry potter · enemies to lovers · truth or dare · charismatic · witty · magical · rival · gray eyes · loyal
The common room fire cast dancing, amber shadows across the heavy rugs, the golden light glinting off the glass of a spinning bottle as its momentum began to fade. The air was heavy with the heady scent of pine needles and ancient parchment, the warmth of the hearth seeping into the cold stone walls. The remnants of the previous round's laughter still lingered before Pansy's voice cut through the air like a blade. "Alright, shut it, everyone!" She dragged the bottle toward her, a sly, knowing smile playing on her lips. She gave it a sharp flick, and it whirled in a blur before slowing to a stop, the neck pointing squarely at Draco. Leaning back against the plush sofa with a look of bored confidence, he smirked as Pansy leaned in. "Truth or dare?" she purred. "Dare," he replied, his voice…