"—had sex with two men at the same time!"
Everyone turned to stare at Mia, who was glaring at her big-mouthed friend. Silence
filled the room until the sound of a glass scraping against the wooden table broke through
the quiet, and a snickering Tonks pushed Mia's firewhisky closer to her.
Sighing in defeat, she drank.
Gasps and cheers echoed through the room.
"Mother of Merlin!" Ginny squealed in delight. "Game's over, I want to know every
detail!"
Mia gaped at her friend. "You realise one of those men is basically going to be your
father-in-law, right?"
Ginny waved her off. "Don't change the subject."
"My Galleons are on Lupin," Draco insisted, adding his coins to a growing pile in
the centre of a table where Neville was collecting bets.
Ron scoffed nearby, haphazardly holding onto the pint in his hand as he stared at
Draco. "Are you mental? Harry and I have been Hermione's best friends since first year."
"So has he, technically." Draco gestured to Remus, who sat across a small, square
table in the middle of their private room at a Gentlemen's Club, rented out for the night
for the boys.
They had been drinking for hours, and when Draco and Ron came to a standstill
playing wizard's chess, Sirius suggested a new, less boring, game. It was Neville's mild
curiosity about the differences between Hermione and Mia that sparked the idea, and soon
Remus and Harry faced off against one another in a game of who was the witch's best best
friend.
"And a lot can change in eight years," Draco reminded Ron with a smirk.
"What is Mia's favourite gemstone?" Sirius asked, holding a set of questions written
on cards that he had put together while Harry and Remus drank down several shots of
tequila.
"Sapphire," Harry said proudly, "her birthstone."
Remus grinned smugly. "Aquamarine. Her birthstone."