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Confessions in the Common Room

It was a chilly November evening, and the eighth-year students at Hogwarts had gathered in the Gryffindor common room for what had become a regular tradition-truth or dare. After weeks of studying, assignments, and the general awkwardness of returning for an extra year after the war, the students had found comfort in these small, carefree moments together.

Harry sat on the sofa, surrounded by familiar faces. Ron and Hermione were seated nearby, laughing at something Seamus had said. Ginny, Dean, Luna, and Blaise were scattered around the room, but Harry's attention kept flickering to the person sitting across from him: Draco Malfoy.

Harry had become accustomed to Draco's presence over the past few months. In this odd post-war version of Hogwarts, their rivalry had faded, replaced by something resembling a tentative friendship. Maybe it was because they had both changed so much after the war, or maybe it was because they were stuck in the same group of eighth-years who had returned to finish their education, but somehow, things between them were no longer charged with the same tension. Instead, Harry found himself watching Draco more than he'd care to admit.

Tonight, Draco sat on an armchair by the fire, his usual cool demeanor in place, though Harry had noticed the way his posture had relaxed ever so slightly as the night went on. He was participating in the game, but there was a certain carefulness about it-as if he was wary of revealing too much.

"Alright, Harry, truth or dare?" Ginny's voice pulled him from his thoughts, and Harry blinked, realizing the bottle had stopped in front of him.

"Uh, truth," Harry said, earning a groan from Ron, who clearly thought Harry was taking the easy way out.

Ginny smirked. "Okay, let's see... If you had to kiss someone in this room right now, who would it be?"

Harry felt his heart drop into his stomach. Out of all the questions she could've asked. He shot Ginny a look, but she just grinned innocently, clearly enjoying the moment.

For a brief second, Harry's eyes darted to Draco before he quickly looked away, his face growing hot. He could feel everyone watching him, waiting for his answer, and his mind raced. He couldn't say what he really wanted to say. There was no way. He hadn't even admitted it to himself fully, let alone out loud.

"I-uh-" Harry stammered, trying to find a way out of the question.

"You have to answer!" Ginny sing-songed, her grin widening.

Harry swallowed hard, glancing around the room for some kind of distraction. But everyone was looking at him-except for Draco, who was staring into the fire, seemingly indifferent to the game.

"Come on, mate, it's just a game," Ron encouraged, though there was a teasing edge to his voice.

Harry took a deep breath, willing his face to cool down. "Fine," he said, trying to sound nonchalant. "If I had to kiss someone in this room... it'd probably be..." His eyes flickered to Draco again, just for a moment, before he blurted out the first name that came to mind. "Luna."

Luna blinked in surprise, then smiled dreamily. "Oh, how lovely! I've never been picked for something like that."

Harry let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Everyone laughed, the tension easing as the game moved on, but Harry couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort gnawing at him. He'd dodged the question, but he couldn't deny the truth-not to himself, at least. If he were being honest, the answer would've been Draco. It always had been.

The game continued, with more harmless dares and embarrassing truths. But Harry found it hard to focus, his thoughts still swirling around the moment Ginny had asked him that question. Draco, meanwhile, had stayed relatively quiet, participating only when necessary, but Harry noticed the subtle way he glanced at him from time to time.