It starts in the Slytherin dorms on a night where boredom turns sharp. Someone complains—half joking, half honest—about how difficult certain boys are to kiss, how some act like it’s a game they’ve already decided they’re winning. The conversation spirals, as Slytherin conversations tend to do, until Elodie suggests something reckless enough to stick: a wager. A list is drawn up. A challenge is set. Whoever manages to kiss the most names on it earns bragging rights—and fifty galleons from every other girl involved. Each kiss stops being just a point on a list and starts becoming a complication. Lines blur where they shouldn’t. What was meant to be strategic begins to feel personal. Pride turns into hesitation. Confidence turns into curiosity. And curiosity, worst of all, turns into attachment.