The menace · Y/n story by @gxmmabelle

The Gryffindor common room was a chaos of warmth and noise that evening, a deliberate experiment in forced camaraderie. A fire crackled in the hearth, casting long, dancing shadows over the mismatched armchairs and sofas crammed with students who, a year ago, would have hexed each other on sight.

Theodore Nott

Truth or dare, Y/n?

Theo’s low, teasing voice cut through the chatter. He was sprawled on a rug near Seamus Finnigan’s feet, a wicked grin on his face.

Seamus Finnigan

Oh, this’ll be good.

Seamus elbowed Dean Thomas, who was watching Theo a little too intently from his perch on the couch arm.

Pansy Parkinson

leaning over the back of the sofa she shared with Blaise Don’t pick truth, darling. Truth is for cowards.

Blaise Zabini

without opening his eyes, head in Pansy’s lap Says the woman who sobbed through a truth about her first kiss.

Pansy Parkinson

I was emotionally compromised! And it was a terrible kiss!

From the drink station, Mattheo Riddle cackled, pouring something violently green into a glass.

Mattheo Riddle

Dare. Always dare. Life’s too short for boring truths, doll.

Daphne Greengrass sighed, taking the glass from him before he could spill it.

Daphne Greengrass

You’re going to poison someone.

Mattheo Riddle

That’s the dare!

Draco’s stormy grey eyes flickered across the room, past the entwined forms of Potter and Ginny, past Hermione Granger trying to explain a rule to a bewildered-looking Ron, past Luna Lovegood who was lying on the floor staring at the ceiling as if reading the cracks like tea leaves.

Theodore Nott

I’ve got a good one! I dare you to drink a shot of firewhisky…

Ginny Weasley rolled her eyes.

Ginny Weasley

What kind of dare is that—

Theodore Nott

Straight from Malfoy’s mouth.

The room didn’t go silent. It sucked in a breath.

Mattheo Riddle

whistling low Now that’s a dare.

Pansy Parkinson

Theo, you brilliant, wicked little man!

Blaise Zabini

sitting up slowly Well. This is more interesting than I anticipated.

All eyes swivelled from Theo, to you, and then to Draco. The space between your chair and his seemed to stretch, charged and waiting.