Fuckboy {Draco Malfoy 18+}

2. spin the fucking bottle.

"No."

My refusal is moot at this point. Pansy and Blaise have already sat down by the fireplace, kicked off their shoes, and loosened their ties.

"Come onnnn!" Theo begs, gripping my hand and literally dragging me over. I panic and grab Onyx's hand, dragging her along. If I have to play spin the fucking bottle, so does she.

"This is childish shit, Nott," calls out a cold voice. Malfoy is walking towards us, bottle of fire whiskey in hand.

"It's traditional!" Theo exclaims.

He's not wrong. We play spin the bottle every year, usually at the beginning of year party. And usually it's with the entire house, not just the six of us. But last night, we were all too sloshed after twenty questions to give a rats ass about spin the bottle. You'd think Theo would forget, especially after our first day of classes gave us plenty of other things to think about. I had a headache at around midday from all of the lessons we were required to attend, and now my headache is bordering on fatal.

"If you wanna snog me, Nott, just ask," Malfoy says, sitting down next to Blaise. His legs are so long, they practically reach all the way across the circle. He tucks one under himself and lets the other stretch out, toeing Pansy in the thigh.

I take a seat on the floor next to Theo, letting Onyx sit across from me. Theo dragged us both out of our dormitory and we were in our beds already. I'm wearing a black sports bra and shorts that I would never wear in public, only having time to pull on a flannel before I was coaxed into the common room. Onyx is in her damn pajamas already.

Fucking Theodore Nott.

It's past midnight, but the common room is alive. Like I said, Slytherins love to party. And the party is going on around us, most of the other Slytherins sitting on the couches by the fireplace or watching our group from afar. Crabbe and Goyle sit behind me at the table, playing wizards chess for whatever god awful reason. They're both too stupid to actually play the game, but I think they enjoy it when their pieces destroy each other. Violence and gore is appealing, I suppose.

"Who's going first?" I ask. Malfoy sets his bottle of fire whiskey on the floor and readjusts.

But we don't have a bottle. There's an awkward shuffle and I lunge for Malfoy's fire whiskey. I take it and he tries to stop me, lifting his hand and saying "oi!" There's only about an inch or two left in the bottle, but I down it in a chug.

"Here," I pant, shuddering as my mouth catches fire. I shove the empty bottle to Theo's chest and he chuckles.

"Always a team player," Theo admires me.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. "I just want to see you get snogged by Malfoy. Then I can die happy."

I see Malfoy open his mouth to say something, but I just barely meet his gaze before he closes it again.

Theo spins first, seeing as it was all his idea. It lands on Onyx and she groans.

"Your lucky day," Theo teases Onyx, and soon they're both on their knees and leaning over the circle.

The rule is that you have to kiss for at least five seconds. I count out loud with Blaise, drawing out the seconds way too long and laughing when Onyx opens her eyes and shoots daggers at the both of us over Theo's shoulder. I can't see their lips, as Theo has his back to me, but judging by his hand placement, he's enjoying himself. Unfortunately, Onyx is not. When they part, she's still glaring at me.

"God Theo, were you trying to eat my mouth or something?" she snaps at him, but when she sees us all laughing at her, she smiles broadly and spins the bottle for her own turn.