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Once again the eighth years ended up in their common room, awkwardly staying in little groups, trying their best to not fight. That was until Padma asked Hermione to teach them Truth or Dare. Gryffindors were first to sit down, whispering possible dares to each other. Others followed soon, especially after Blaise produced a couple bottles of Firewhiskey.
Pansy chose Dare and with a wicked glint in Draco’s eyes, he dared her to kiss Ginny. All hollered as the witch leaned over, kissing Ginny slightly on the lips, both of them blushing rather unusually. Shortly after Pansy was it again and chose Truth, hopefully avoiding another show. “Do you fancy Ginny Weasley?”, Padma asked, giggling and tipsy as she was. Another deep blush. “Yes.” Pansy stared down, suddenly tense, spinning the bottle just to get it over with and discreetly leave. When the bottle halted she stared exactly into Ginny's eyes. “Dare!”, the redhead proclaimed with a wicked smile, crawling over to her. “Though I'll set it myself, since you probably won't ever ask me to!” And with that, she kissed Pansy vigorously, pushing her slowly back until laying on top of her, snogging her senseless, the others long forgotten.