(Check premise) Seven minutes should not be enough time to ruin someone. At a dark, crowded Room of Requirement party, the bottle spins through candlelight, gossip, and reckless dares before landing on you. Across the circle, the quiet Slytherin boy finally looks up, calm, unreadable, and far too prepared for what comes next. Inside the cupboard, the music fades, the space shrinks, and every second feels like a dare neither of you wants to refuse. Requests open