𝖮 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖮𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 ʰʲᵖ

• ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫 : 𝔐𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔫 𝔍𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔱 •

• Chapter Seventeen : Maroon Jacket •

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"Dramatic. Applause. Applause."

The group of girls laughed at the reenactment of the Three Broomsticks fight between Pansy and Elaine for the third time that night. It was admirable with the way Pansy slapped the air and her reaction after to the point that (Y/N) completely forgot about the homework that was due the following day.

It was the last three days before the Christmas holiday and the four girls decided to hang out... again. They ditched the boys despite their tight schedule of memorization and homework planning. The seventh-year girls even had an examination on Friday but they neglected it to have fun.

A bottle of Firewhisky was present in front of their circle as they take turns with the glass.

When Pansy was finished with the reenactment, she sat down and did the turn with the glassful of Firewhisky.

"Okay! Next!" she slurred, dropping the glass down the blanket. "(Y/N), truth or dare?"

"Eh, dare." (Y/N) said bravely, any ounce of fear was not present.

"I dare you —" said Ginny, her hair wavy and messy. "— to call Andrew and tell him you love him as more than a friend."

(Y/N)'s eyes grew wide for a while. Sure, they were getting drunk but she still had a bit of a good side on her and she knew that the next dare was something her good side wouldn't do.

But — well — they were drunk. She was drunk. So she can take a risky dare just like anybody else.

(Y/N) pulled out her Muggle device and, with a messy grin, she called the Beauxbatons boy's number.

It took about three rings before the call was picked up.

"(Y/N)?" said the boy, whose voice was considerably light and soft.

The rest of the girls watched as (Y/N) began speaking.

"Hi, Andrew." she said, slightly giggling through her hazy mind. "Are you busy?"

"Er — not exactly." Andrew replied. He hesitated for a while before asking; "Why did you call? And why do you sound like that?"

The girl giggled again.

"I want to tell you something." she replied, a smirk tugged up on her lips as she spoke the following words with distinction. "I love you... as more than a friend."

There was silence on the other line, causing the girl and the rest to think that the dare was done, and they just have to see the poor boy's reaction.

"(Y-Y/N)." he stuttered. "(Y/N), I — did you mean it?"

(Y/N) glanced at her friends with a glint of mischief in her eyes.

"Did you really mean it?" asked Andrew again, his voice shivering. "You're not joking?"

"Cut it off." Ginny whispered, gesturing (Y/N) to hang up the call. "Now."

"(Y/N), hey, speak to me, please. Did you mean that?" said Andrew's voice again. "I want to know. Do you really love me in that way?"

(Y/N) stared at her phone, her heart wrenching, realizing what she had done. Blinking, and totally panicking, she muttered the proceeding words without thinking.

"I'm sorry. It's a dare, Andrew. We were just playing." she said hastily, eyeing her friends for support.

The boy was silent afterward, and the Heather girl felt the looming darkness entering her system, blocking the alcoholic part of her body.