"And where is this party exactly?" Draco Malfoy asked, glancing up from the book on the table in front of him. It was another potions essay. Snape never held back on the homework, did he? Didn't he realise it was a Friday? He might've been his favourite among the teachers, but still, he wasn't a fan of writing essays the entire weekend.

"The Room of Requirement," his friend, Pansy Parkinson who was currently sitting on the other side of the table with her own essay, said. "It's the safest place to hold a party of course with Filch and that dumb cat roaming around all day and night." She was keeping her voice down, not wanting anyone who wasn't supposed to hear about this party hear her. They were in the library and there were plenty of students, some which were young and naive enough to run to a professor and tell them about this party.

"Are you going?" she asked, flipping through one of the books that were laying open in front of her. "There will be alcohol. Some seventh years managed to smuggle some into the school and someone else got the house elves in the kitchen to make food, which they were obviously more than willing to do."

"Who's going?"

"Practically everyone from fifth year and up, but I heard some fourth years were going as well."

Draco picked up his quill to write down something he found in the book he'd been looking through. "So? Are you going?" Pansy asked once more, not having gotten an answer the first time. "I heard the trio's going."

He looked up from his homework, clearly not very pleased to hear that information. "Great. Exactly the ones I want around while trying to have fun for once."

"Are you going or not?"

"Fine, yes. I'm going," Draco finally said. "I'm not planning on rotting in the dungeons with my mountain of homework while everyone else's partying. Who do you take me for, the mudblood?"

Some hours passed and here he was. He was standing in front of the door leading to the Room of Requirement, dressed in just some nice, black trousers and a black button up. Taking a look around to make sure Filch or any of the professors weren't anywhere near, he went inside.

He was met with a crowd of people and music coming from who knows where. He didn't recognise the song. It could've been one of those muggleborns' music for all he knew.

The room was pretty big and off into a corner was a table of food and drinks, which he suspected was not just pumpkin juice, and in another corner were some couches and chairs. The rest of the room was empty, making room for people to dance or mingle.

He looked around for any of his friends, not interested in wasting his time on just anyone, especially not Potter and the rest of them. Pansy was dancing with a group of other girls, who he had no clue who were so he decided against walking over to them.

Crabbe and Goyle were sitting in the corner with all the couches and chairs, as well as Blaise. He recognised some of the ones sitting there as either people in his year and older students, all Slytherin of course.

A few looked up as they noticed him approaching and they scooted over on the couch to let him sit. He sat down between an older boy and someone from his year. Blaise looked up from the Daily Prophet in his hand, only noticing him sitting there now. He pushed a glass of something he assumed was alcohol towards him. "Reading the news now? What a party lion you are."

"Theo was just showing me this article that Rita Sceeter wrote. She can make anyone look bad." He placed the newspaper down on the coffee table, picking up another glass containing the same as Draco's by the looks of it. "So you decided to show up."

"Well I'm here aren't I?"

They sat in silence for a little while, just sipping their drinks. He took another look around the room. He noticed the looks he got. They probably wondered what he was doing there or maybe they didn't even want him there at all. He noticed them turning towards their friends, leaning in to whisper, or say as the music was pretty loud, their suspicions. They were probably thinking he was there to do something bad, at least some must've thought that.

Draco's drink was eventually gone and he got up to get a new one. He noticed the looks out of the corner of his eyes as he walked through the room and over to the drinks. The table was still just as full, who knows where the drinks kept coming from. Was it the room's doing? Or the house elves?

He was just minding his own business, taking a look at the table of food with his new drink in hand. It was filled with everything from Jelly Slugs to Pumpkin Pasties. Just as he was about to reach his hand out, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

He turned his head, expecting it to either be Blaise or Pansy, but it wasn't. Instead, it was.. Draco wasn't really sure what his name was. Corman? Carmax? He was a Gryffindor at least, a popular one among the girls apparently. Who knows why. He was about as charming as a troll. "Hi," he said and watched as Draco grabbed his wrist and shoved his hand away, the usual disgusted look on his face. "What do you want? Don't you have some girl to snog?"

The Gryffindor laughed, placing his hand on his other shoulder now, standing way too close for comfort. Draco's immediate response was to push him away, being careful not to spill his drink as he pulled out of the other's grip. "What the hell are you doing?"

He laughed once more, but didn't touch his shoulders this time. Instead, the guy had the audacity to place his hand on Draco's back. "Relax, blondie-." Draco took a step to the side and the Gryffindor's hand dropped to his side. "Don't call me that," he sneered, taking several steps away from him. "Are you asking to be hexed?"

"It was a compliment," the guy, he had still no clue what his name actually was, said, stepping closer. He picked up something along the way, holding it out for him to take. "You've got very pretty hair." Draco looked down to see what it was, choosing to ignore the other's compliment. A Chocolate Frog. "As sweet as you." Draco just rolled his eyes. What a compliment.

He didn't take the frog. He walked past him, bumping into him on purpose as he did. The guy was just as sturdy as he looked, barely moving as Draco knocked into him. He remained his composure though, using a hand to straighten his shirt. "Where are you going?" he heard from behind him. "Far away from you."

An hour or two passed and Draco hadn't seen more of that Gryffindor guy. The guy was annoying and way too touchy-feely. Those girls liked him? He was just as skilled in flirting as Crabbe and Goyle.

Draco had lost count of how many drinks he'd gotten. The coffee table was full of empty glasses and he had no idea which ones were his. He had at least had four drinks, maybe five? He could feel it at least, he was not sober. On the other hand, he wasn't completely wasted, which he was not planning on getting that night as he had to get back to the dormitories without getting caught and doing that drunk wasn't going to be easy. He would say he was somewhere in between. He could walk on his own, not in a straight line, and he wasn't feeling like he was going to throw up. He was just a little bit drunk.

He went to get his fifth, or seventh, drink and he stood by the table for a few moments. Should he have another drink or something else like pumpkin juice, or even water? Deciding to be responsible, he grabbed a glass of pumpkin juice. He could grab a drink later after all. It wasn't even midnight yet.

"Hi." Draco turned around, hearing someone speaking behind him. It was him again, the Gryffindor he still didn't know who's name was. "What do you want now?" Draco replied. "I was just planning on asking you to dance. So, wanna dance?" He held out a hand, one which Draco just looked at. He might've been drunk, but he wasn't desperate. Like he was going to dance with him. He was a Gryffindor, and intrusive.

The pale blonde took a sip of his drink before replying. "No." And with that, he turned back around to get himself something to eat. Did they have any Pumpkin Pasties left by any chance? Pansy had told him they were really good the last time he spoke with her. He hasn't seen her since. She was probably dancing with those girls somewhere, or maybe she'd found someone else to dance with. "No?"

"Yes-."

And before he knew it, his drink was being taken right out of his hand and he was pulled towards the dance floor. The looks were long forgotten, he'd stopped caring as he'd gotten more and more to drink. "I didn't mean yes as in I wanted to dance, I was just-." He paused as a finger was placed in front of his lips. "A yes is a yes."

"No-." The finger was pressed against his lips, silencing him once more. "Relax. It's just one dance," the Gryffindor said and Draco opened his mouth to protest, but paused a third time as he felt a hand on the small of his back. The finger was still pressed against his lips, but it was eventually removed. "What are you doing?"

"Dancing. Relax, Draco," the other told him. "You're so stiff and boring. Live a little."

A few minutes passed and Draco eventually gave up trying to get the Gryffindor away from him by either pushing him or just insulting him. The guy refused to move, both as in he was really stubborn and as in he was physically barely moving no matter how much Draco pushed. Was the guy a fucking statue or had Draco just gotten weaker after drinking?

A second hand had joined the first one on his back and the Gryffindor was way too close. Draco had his head turned to the side, just in case he decided it was a good idea to kiss him or something.

He didn't kiss him, but he did bring a hand up to brush some strands of white-blonde hair behind his ear. Draco jerked away, not interested in having him touching his hair. It was bad enough to dance with him.

"You've got really pretty eyes." Oh here we go again. "Like, really pretty. They're like two sparkling moons." Draco stared at him, not sure what to say. No one had ever said that to him, and he had certainly never thought anyone ever would. "They go well with your hair, and your skin. You're very aesthetically pleasing. Has anyone ever told you that?"

"No, and I hope you'll be the last one."

"That can be arranged."

He rolled his eyes. This guy never stopped, did he?