Golden Girl; 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓵𝓮𝔂

Fifth Year: Sweet Sixteen (Part 2)

The night rolled on, the music blaring from the record player, its rhythms mingling with the laughter and chatter of the group. The room was alive with energy, the air thick with the buzz of Gryffindors, some still dancing, others lounging and swapping stories.

Here and there, a shriek would pierce through the clamour from the group of friends—a wild secret being spilled that no one would likely remember come morning, especially once the hangovers set in. At one point, George had swiped an entire plate of snacks from the table and plopped it down in front of the group, everyone helping themselves between fits of laughter.

Fred, clearly far past tipsy, was using his wand to launch tiny fireworks, their fizzing trails illuminating the room in sporadic bursts. The drinks were flowing, and clearly a game as simple as 'Never Have I ever' was no longer interesting enough to keep everyone's attention.

Bambi, her cheeks flushed and eyes bright with the firewhiskey buzz, suddenly leaned forward, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She clapped her hands together, her fingers cracking slightly with the force, as she looked around the circle.

"Alright, enough of the warm-up," she said, her voice a little louder now, carrying the excitement of the moment. "How about we really kick this up a notch?" She shot a glance around the room, relishing the attention now focused on her. "Let's turn this into a proper game—add some dares, shall we?"

A manic gleam sparkled in her eyes, the alcohol emboldening her wilder side. The laughter in the room stilled for a beat, anticipation hanging in the air, before a chorus of excited voices rose in response.

"Ohhoho!" George said, his grin wide and lopsided as he perked up at the suggestion. "Dares? I'm so down for that. Let's make it interesting!" He leaned in a little too far, but caught himself with a laugh.

"Yesss, let's do it!" Fred chimed in, his words a bit drawn out, eyes sparkling. "What sort of dares we talking here? Something... fun?" He nudged Bambi with his elbow, but it was more like a soft shove than anything forceful.

"Anything you can think of," Bambi replied with a sly smile, eyes eager for chaos.

The twins were practically vibrating with excitement, their faces lit up with thrill at the idea of dares. Lee and the girls, however, exchanged glances, some hesitation evident on their faces, but after a brief pause, they all agreed.

"Oh, I'll go first," George piped up, looking positively gleeful. His competitive spirit shone in his eyes as he straightened up, crossing his arms and eyeing Fred with a dramatic pause. "Let's start this off with a bang, yeah?" His lips curved into a smirk as he savoured the power he had just been given.

Fred raised an eyebrow. Bambi stared intently, daring him silently to make it something good. George took his time, tapping his chin with exaggerated thoughtfulness, and then his eyes lit up with a glint of pure mischief.

"I dare you... to swap clothes with.... Bambi. And not just the top layers. I'm talking the complete outfit—right down to the pants and socks. Let's see just how well you two pull off each other's style."

Bambi snorted, stifling a laugh as Fred's eyes widened.

"George! Are you mental?" he said, turning to his twin with an exasperated look. "Her dress barely covers her. What about me? What am I supposed to do with it?"

"Wear it, mate," George grinned, rubbing his hands together like a madman.

"C'mon, Fred," Bambi slurred slightly, holding her hand out for his shirt. "Since when are you the bashful type?"

Fred started to protest but stopped, eyeing Bambi with an amused, almost curious look. With a shrug that suggested she had a point, he seemed to accept his fate. "Just don't blame me if I rip the bloody thing,"