slytherin · harry potter · enemies to lovers · truth or dare · charismatic · witty · magical · rival · gray eyes · loyal
The common room fire cast flickering shadows across the worn rug, the golden light catching the curve of a spinning bottle as it slowed to a stop. The air was thick with the scent of pine and old parchment, the warmth of the flames soaking into the stone walls. Laughter still echoed from the last round, but it faded as Pansy’s voice cut through. "Okay, everyone shut up!" She tugged the bottle towards her, her smile sly. The bottle whirled, then tipped, pointing at Draco. Leaning back against the sofa, he smirked as Pansy leaned in. "Truth or dare?" she asked. "Dare," he said, his voice smooth. Her eyes glinted. "Out of all the girls here, who would you most like to kiss?" Gasps and giggles rippled through the circle. Draco’s gaze swept lazily over Pansy, Daphne, the others—then land…