Drunk dares · Y/n story by @noragreengrass

The Slytherin common room was bathed in the green glow of the lake filtering through the enchanted windows. A fire crackled in the wrought-iron hearth, casting dancing shadows across the leather sofas.

Mattheo Riddle

stretches his long legs out, a lazy smirk on his face I'm bored out of my mind.

Pansy Parkinson

rolls her eyes, picking at her nails Then go hex a first-year. Don't bore me with it.

Theodore Nott

takes a long drag of his cigarette, exhaling slowly Too much effort. Need something... entertaining.

Mattheo Riddle

his smirk widens, eyes glinting in the firelight I've got an idea.

He turned to Draco, who was lounging against the arm of the sofa, looking half-asleep, a glass of firewhisky dangling from his fingers.

Mattheo Riddle

Malfoy. I dare you.

Theodore Nott

raises an eyebrow Dare him to what, exactly?

Mattheo Riddle

leans forward, voice dropping low I dare you to add Y/n L/n on Snapchat.

Pansy Parkinson

snorts The girl who spends all her time with Lupin? She's a ghost. She's got, like, three followers.

Theodore Nott

grins This should be good.

Mattheo Riddle

ignores them, eyes fixed on Draco Flirt with her. Send her some pics. You know. As a joke. See how long it takes for the little nerd to fall for it.

Draco's grey eyes flickered open. He didn't move, didn't even shift his posture. Just stared at Mattheo.

Theodore Nott

murmurs, amused You gonna do it, or are you scared?

Pansy Parkinson

snickers Maybe he's worried she'll bore him to death.

A long, heavy silence. Draco's thumb traced the rim of his glass.

Draco Malfoy

finally, his voice low, flat Pass me my phone.