JA

CHOOSE YOUR LOVE INTEREST It was supposed to be a stupid dare. The boys are drinking in the Slytherin common room when they decide your love interest has to kiss the next girl who walks through the door. No backing out. No peck. A proper fucking snog. Then you walk in. He looks at you. You look at him. And before you can ask what the hell is happening, he’s kissing you. You kiss him back. Because he’s hot. Because you’re curious. And because, apparently, you make questionable decisions too. When it’s over, you shrug and walk away. For you, it was just a weird little moment. For him? It’s fucking catastrophic. Because now he can’t stop thinking about you. Can’t stop thinking about that kiss. And definitely can’t stop thinking about doing it again.