Harry grinned as the rest of the eighth year students flooded the shared common room. They had decided to have a party to celebrate the end of the school year and soon to be graduation from Hogwarts.
He was currently cuddled up between Seamus and Neville, the two arguing about something over his head. Hannah was sitting on the floor in front of them, her head leaned back as Neville ran his hands through her hair. Ron was sitting in a lone arm chair, Pansy perched in his lap as the two whispered softly to each other. Draco and Hermione were in a similar position on one of the other couches, and weren’t those two relationships a surprise to everyone. Blaise, Luna, and Ginny were huddled together in a corner, passing around a joint, cold air wafting in from the open window. Tracy, Theo, and Daphne were all lazing across cushions that covered the floor, chatting and painting each other’s nails.
It still shocked him sometimes, how far they had come in such a short time. But war will do that to people, he supposed. Still, it wasn’t all that long ago when this specific grouping of people couldn’t be in the same room without a duel breaking out. And now here they were, friends and lovers and life partners. Harry couldn’t say he minded the expansion of Slytherins in his friend group as his eyes caught on a certain curly haired brunette with honey eyes.
The night continued on in a haze of warmth and camaraderie, and it wasn’t until Ginny suggested truth or dare with veritaserum she had knicked from ol’ Sluggy’s office that Harry became very suddenly alert.
Before he could even think to protest, a chorus of enthusiastic (drunk) agreements and cheers met his ears. Harry groaned but sat forward and accepted the aforementioned truth serum laced drink with nary a complaint.
His eyes darted nervously towards Theo, who was bouncing from his spot on the floor, hands waving wildly. His nails had been painted a bright purple and the sight made Harry fight back a smile.
“Okay, I’ll go first since this was my idea.” Ginny’s words slurred slightly as she spoke. She then turned sharply and pointed at Hermione. “Truth or Dare?” She questioned with an amusing amount of gravity.
Hermione rolled her eyes and leaned back into Draco’s side with a sigh. Her eyes drifted closed for a second before she spoke up. “Dare.”
Ginny deflated with a pout and shook her head. “Spoilsport.” She muttered, before her eyes suddenly lit up and a mischievous grin overtook her face. “I dare you to demonstrate your favorite sex position.”
Hermione groaned and rolled her eyes again before promptly plopping herself onto the floor and rolling onto her back. Harry almost wanted to look away when his best friend pulled her knees towards her chest.
She held the pose for a good two seconds before jumping back up and resuming her position tucked into the blonde’s side, her face a bright shade of red.
“Pffft, boring.” Ginny moaned, giving Hermione a thumbs down.
“I like what I like.” Hermione retorted primly. Then she turned and rubbed her hands together like some sort of supervillain, pointing towards Pansy. “Truth or Dare, Pans?”
Pansy sniffed once and answered. “Truth.” She said, taking a small sip from her cup and tilting her head towards Hermione in clear challenge.
“What’s the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to you?” Hermione called out, voice lilting with curiosity.
Pansy’s face flushed and she gritted her teeth against the answer. Draco, Blaise, Theo, Daphne, and Tracey were already giggling, so they apparently knew what she was trying to withhold saying.
“When I was fourteen I was at Malfoy Manor for a garden party and the blasted peacocks started chasing me and one of them grabbed and ripped my dress off of me in front of everyone.” The black haired witch spat out viciously, a glare that could set fire directed at Hermione. “Blaise, Truth or Dare?”
The Italian man grinned wolfishly as he answered. “Dare.” He huffed a short laugh. “Give it to me, baby.”
Pansy scrunched her nose but gave the dare. “I dare you to sing and give Ginny a lap dance.”
Blaise happily complied, an unfamiliar song falling from his lips as he spun and gyrated over Ginny. “I feel like I'm drowning
I'm drowning
You're holding me down and
Holding me down
You're killing me slow
So slow, oh no
I feel like I'm drowning
I'm drowning.” The man crooned surprisingly well, voice deep and smooth, as he finished the dance with a flourish. His cheeks were flushed pink from drinks and exertion and his hair was artfully messy as he slumped back into his seat and gave Neville a conspiratorial look. “Truth or Dare, plant boy?”
Neville visibly steeled himself as he answered, “Truth.”
Blaise cackled and the game continued on like that. Neville had to speak about his first crush (Luna). Tracey was dared to do the chicken dance for a full five minutes. Seamus demonstrated the quickest and easiest way to make an explosion. Daphne was forced to tell everyone about how she lost her virginity. Ron had to run around the room until his next turn. Theo shamelessly answered when asked about his most embarrassing crush which ended up being Snape. Ew. Luna had also been rather shameless and detailed when talking about her most recurring sex dream. Go Zabini and Gin, he guessed. Tracy went on for a good five minutes about her crush on Viktor Krum. Harry had mostly stuck to dares but after being dared to jump into the Black Lake naked he had conceded defeat and take a sip of the veritaserum.
“If you had to make out with anyone in this room, who would it be?” Ginny questioned with an unhinged cackle, hands waving wildly.
Harry fought fruitlessly against the serum and after a few seconds of struggle, the answer flew from his useless mouth. “Theo!” He gasped.
Warmth rushed to Harry’s cheeks and he was sure that his face was bright red as he avoided everyone’s eyes. He kept his own eyes on his lap, not looking up chuckles and hollers broke out or when light footsteps began approaching him.
He had no choice but to look up when a warm hand hooked under his chin and tilted his head up. Harry met Theo’s gaze shyly, the other boy looking at him from under his lashes, cheeks flushed as he bit his lip.
“If you wanted to kiss me so badly, all you had to do was ask.” Theo said cheekily, only a hint of nerves appearing in the way his fingers twitched against Harry’s skin.
“I want to kiss you.” Harry blurted, but he couldn’t find it in himself to regret it when Theo looked at him like that, hazel eyes flashing with heat.
Theo smirked, leaning forward slowly and clearly projecting his movements as he pressed his lips to Harry’s. And suddenly Harry was clawing at Theo, running his fingers through his curls and pulling the Slytherin into his lap. He barely noticed Neville giving a grunt from beside him, too lost in the feeling of Theo’s skin on his own.
An errant thought ran through Harry’s mind, thank Merlin for Ginny Weasley’s lack of boundaries. He couldn’t even be mad at her for asking, especially knowing the answer, now that he had the brunette boy in his arms.