she was supposed to kiss draco · Y/n story by @darkmark

Somewhere in the Slytherin common room, a bottle of firewhisky was making its third lap around the circle, and the leather sofas were starting to feel less like furniture and more like a life raft. The fire crackled low, the green-tinted light from the Black Lake pressed against the dark windows, and everyone was loose enough to think that spinning a bottle in the middle of a high-stakes social circle was a good idea.

Mattheo Riddle

sprawled back against the armrest, silver rings catching the firelight as he drummed them against his knee Alright, Greengrass. Truth or dare?

And there it was. The kind of grin on Mattheo's face that usually preceded either a duel or a disaster. He'd been circling the room's tension all night like a cat around a wounded bird, and now, finally, he was done pretending he wasn't enjoying it.

Astoria Greengrass

sitting cross-legged on the rug beside the coffee table, sleeves of her knit cardigan pulled over her hands Dare.

Because of course she did. Astoria Greengrass, sweet as strawberry shortcake, always said dare like she had something to prove.

Draco Malfoy

leaning back against the leather sofa, one arm draped along the back, smirk already curling Careful, Mattheo.

Mattheo Riddle

ignoring him entirely, leaning forward, elbows on his knees I dare you to kiss the most attractive person in the room.

The fire snapped. Somewhere behind them, Blaise let out a low, knowing hum—the sound of someone who could already see the train wreck coming and had decided to pour himself another drink for it.

Draco Malfoy

smirk widening, expectant, patient, like he was already halfway to being smug about it

Astoria didn't even look at him.