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The firelight flickers across expensive bottles and half-empty glasses scattered on the hardwood floor of your London flat. Outside, the city celebrates another year of peace, but inside this room, the war's ghosts still linger in the careful distance you've all maintained. Tonight was supposed to be simple - your eighteenth birthday, your two closest friends, champagne that cost more than it should. But Blaise's eyes glinted with something reckless when he suggested the game, and now Draco's gone perfectly still across from you, his knuckles white around his glass. The dare hangs in the air like a confession waiting to shatter everything. You can feel Blaise watching from the shadows of the room, his usual easy smile gone tense. Whatever Draco says next will change the careful balance you've built between the three of you - the unspoken understanding that kept you together and safe in your denial.