"So, what'll it be this year?"

Eryn Winters gently twirled a ringlet of dirty blonde around her finger. Her light blue eyes were overlooking her group of friends, gathered in a meadow. They were lightly shaded from the blistering sun by a tall oak tree, letting off a dark shadow that kept us cool.

Rose Carson was propped up against the trunk, with a pen in her right hand and an arm in the left. Next to her, Kenzie Thorne was watching Rose doodle on her forearm. Annabelle Hawkins was flipping through a magazine, and Sam Calloway was fixing the neckline of her low-cut tank top. No one looked up from what they were doing when Eryn spoke. She cleared her throat, catching their attention.

"Well?" she repeated. Sam rose an eyebrow.

"Well what?" she snapped. "This year's what?" She began patting up her breasts, feeling to make sure that the push-up part of her bra was properly adjusted. All girls rolled their eyes.

"What'll this year's dare be?" Eryn insisted. Sam shrugged, though the question wasn't really directed towards her in specific.

"I don't know," Rose groaned, capping the pen and placing it in Kenzie's palm.

"Let's do something fun!" Sam suggested. Annabelle flicked a page of her magazine, and sighed.

"We always do something fun," she replied casually. "We've gotta find something interesting that'll make our year awesome."

"Let's all streak!" Kenzie suggested. Everyone eyed her. "What? It'd be fun! Every night, we should streak around the castle!"

"That's a little messed," Annabelle commented, smiling nonetheless. Kenzie shrugged, pushing some of her brown-blonde hair behind her ear.

"No," Eryn said with a tone of finality. "We are not streaking."

"I think it's a great idea!" Sam piped up.

"You think having sex for money is a great idea, too," Rose muttered. Sam smiled flirtatiously, giving her friends her most winning smile. The one she used to lure men in, then strip them, screw them, and take some of their money. She was a good person underneath the slutty exterior, you just had to get to know her.

Silence ensued between the girls, and only the wind could be heard. Kenzie held a white dandelion; the seeds flew off, dancing in the breeze. Every girl watched with little, complacent interest. It was beautiful, peaceful, the perfect August afternoon.

They were a truly unlikely group. Linked together from one fateful afternoon, three days before they were all going to head to their first year at Hogwarts. They met at thrift store. Kenzie was entering with some things she wanted to give. Eryn was looking in the book section. Rose was looking for something to wear. Annabelle and Sam were both dragged there against their will by their parents. Kenzie took back a pile of clothes an adult had asked of her, just as Rose, Emma, and Sam came out of the dressing room, and Eryn entered beside Kenzie, her nose stuck in a book. They toppled onto each other, and immediately bonded.

And six years later, as they entered their sixth year, they were just as inseparable. And less uncoordinated. Except Kenzie, who would forever remain a little bit klutzy.

"Well, we're sixteen now, so I think we should be doing something a bit more…mature," Sam sighed.

"We're not streaking," Eryn warned. Kenzie laughed a bit.

Sam was the slut. The bit of the group that would forever like sex. She wasn't always a provocative dresser. Hell no, she wasn't slutty when it came to clothes. It was only mentally and verbally when she wanted to be. But though she wasn't slutty, she was colourful. Her favourite shoes were a pair of bright yellow rubber boots. Her eccentric shade choices complimented her sultry looks well. With dark auburn-brown waves, a fair complexion, and two beautiful blue eyes, as well as being beautifully shaped and quite tall, most guys would've died for her. She was perfect.

"No, we need something less obvious of her to do," Annabelle commented, grinning. Sam stuck her tongue out, to which the former girl mimicked.

Annabelle was the fashionista. She loved shopping, loved clothing, loved anything having to do with clothing. Her magazine was filled with a thousand different styles that she loved to envy and take into account. She loved colors, too, but liked the more toned-down playing of it. Instead of jeans and graphic tees, she wore image tops and shorts, and flip flops. And she pulled it off well. Like Sam, she was very tall, but had more of a curl than a wave to her dark auburn hair. Her complexion was fair, often complimented with makeup. She, too, had blue eyes, and gorgeous curves. She was perfect.

"How about shots?" Kenzie quipped. "We all have to take shots every weekend."

A look passed through the group, and Rose groaned.

"No, please don't -"

"SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

Rose was the bitch. She didn't like to be woken up in the morning, she didn't like going to sleep at night. She was spiteful and mean to anyone who pissed her off, and she wasn't afraid to kick anyone's asses, whether they be student or teacher. But she was a very happy person to her friends, no matter how dark and depressing she acted on the outside, or feigned in her writing and reading choices. And her attire fit that, what with oversized shirts of charcoal and dark sweats and jeans. She had exceptionally long blonde hair, dark brown eyes - the only contrast to the blue of the rest of her friends - and fair skin. Glasses sat on her nose. She was perfect.

"Fine, we won't do shots."

"Good."

Kenzie stuck her tongue out childishly, and made to flip her the bird, but she fell, rolling in the high grass until her head was near Eryn's knee. While her friends laughed, she grinned sheepishly.

Kenzie was the dinosaur. Odd, yes. Eccentric, yes. Awesome, very. A bit of a klutz, and just as wonderfully rainbow as Sam, though maybe a bit more toned down. She adored her skinny jeans and graphic tees, as well as sneakers. She was a bit random, too. Average height - just a bit taller than Rose, who stood at five foot three - and curves in all the right places gave off the vibe that she was the forbidden fruit. (And her friends never let her forget that she had rather large tits). Her dirty blonde-brown hair was always kept in a low bun, and her light blue eyes looked tinted with green in certain light. She was perfect.

"I've got it!" Everyone looked at Eryn now. If she had an idea, it would probably go over pretty damn well. Or end in complete travesty. One extreme or the other, no middle ground with her.

Eryn was the owl. Wise in an odd way, though she had her random spurts just like Kenzie. Plus she loved the animal. She was intelligent, no doubt of that, yet easily sidetracked, unless you set her on something she was extremely keen on doing. Like homework. Or a cursed girly bomb (when it exploded, it quickly did your makeup, hair, and gave you a little pink dress). You probably wouldn't think she was smart by a sidelong glance. Blonde ringlets of curls just grazed her shoulder blades, as well as a pair of innocent blue eyes (HA! Yeah right). She was just shy of being the same height as Kenzie and Rose, and as thin as Sam, if not thinner. She was perfect.

"Oh, God," Annabelle sighed a bit, making Eryn kick her lightly. The taller girl smiled playfully. "Just teasing."

"What's your awesome idea?" Kenzie prompted whiningly. Eryn took a deep breath, prolonging the dramatic effect.

"We each have to seduce someone," she finally said. Rose wrinkled her nose in distaste.

"Thanks, but no thanks. Sam does enough seducing for all of us," she said. But everyone else quickly became intrigued with the thought.

"I like it," Kenzie commented. "But I think we should all decide who the other people should seduce."

"Awesome! Let's start with Rose, since she's so unhappy about it," Annabelle smirked. Rose gave her the finger.

"Rose should seduce…um…" Everyone lapsed into thought, before an idea fell on Sam's lips. She looked deviously interested in the person in her mind.

"Ronald Weasley," she finished. "It's perfect! They don't hate each other, but there's no real mutual liking between them, either. Plus, Ron's thick as wood, and Rose has no sex appeal."

"Ouch!" Kenzie said for her friend, who didn't look that offended. Sam shrugged. And so, Rose had to seduce Ron.

"Next, Annabelle."

"Dean Thomas?" Eryn piped up. Sam shook her head.

"No, I hear Ginny Weasley is dating him at the moment, and though I really hate that bitch, she's got a bad temper. Almost as bad as Rose's can be. I don't think Annabelle should cross that."

"So…how about…Blaise Zabini," Kenzie thought aloud. Everyone aside from Annabelle nodded eagerly, quite excited to see what it would be like between the two who had never exchanged a single word.

"Sam…shit, this is going to be difficult," Eryn groaned.

That was so true. Sam could really have any guy at the drop of a hat. She usually did. It was a skill she had mastered through much seduction of her own. Their difficulty was finding someone who she either had no chance of getting, or would just make the getting difficult as fuck.

"I know," Rose said deviously. Even for her. Everyone eyed the blonde sceptically. "Neville Longbottom."

"Oh, God, that's a good one!" Kenzie laughed. Sam made a slight face at the name.

"Ugh, Neville," she shuddered, before moving on. Eryn was next.

"Harry," every girl aside from the one in question chorused. She turned bright pink, and looked morally offended.

"No! I love Harry! I'm not going to use his for this!"

"Too bad," Annabelle snapped. "He's been chosen. You must seduce Harry Potter."

"Fine," she grumbled. Lastly, Kenzie. This shouldn't have been difficult, yet it was.

"Someone hard for her to get -"

"Nearly impossible, really -"

"Who hates her -"

"And she hates in return."

All of them had the exact same thought. Kenzie even knew who they'd choose, and she widened her eyes.

"No way," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. But all the rest nodded.

"Draco Malfoy," they all said in harmony. She whined, falling into the grass. They laughed.

"You're pathetic," Rose chuckled. Kenzie shrugged.

"So, the term are," Eryn stated, catching their attention again, "that each girl must seduce the boy in question to the point of a kiss -"

"Except for Sam, who has to screw Neville," Rose piped up. They all looked at her. "A kiss is too easy for Sam. We need to make it harder."

"Fine, kiss for all except Sam, who needs to screw him. If you fail to reach your point by the deadline of the last day of school, you'll be thrown into the Black Lake by the rest of us bare naked."

"I thought we weren't streaking," Kenzie harrumphed. They shushed her with a glare.

"Anyways, that's that. Agreed?"

She put her hand in the middle, and it was soon piled on top of with the rest of the girl's.

"Agreed."