A/N : No hate towards any houses. I actually wrote all the houses down (except Slytherin) and threw them in a bowl and picked randomly and I got Gryffindor.

"I never imagined such rich purebloods like us would be able to party in these conditions."

Draco rolled his eyes at the Gryffindor that had ever so clearly snuck into the Slytherin dorm for the party. To the non-Slytherin eye the common room was nothing but a sopping dungeon. In reality, it was probably the finest of all the common rooms at Hogwarts. Beside him, Pansy smirked, and glanced at the gleaming chandelier and marble staircases, "You get used to the gloominess.". The Gryffindor stumbled away to the drinks table where a house elf served him yet another round of firewhiskey.

The music was deafening. The lively shouts and the sound of breaking bottles filled the common room atmosphere with a sense of power. Everything was powerful, the music, emotions, shouts, punches. The noise was exhilarating but it wasn't noise. It was more so, music. Everything clashing together in harmony.

Blaise Zabini blinked. Even with the enthralling surroundings, everything seemed to stop. "What did you say?"

"Slytherins are no good." Repeated the tall, lean figure in front of him. This nameless Gryffindor was a regular at Slytherin parties and since he never caused any trouble the Slytherins graced him with entrance to their celebrations. But this time?

Everything went quiet. The people, music, everything. "Listen here," said Draco, coming up behind Blaise, "You notice you're in a Slytherin common room, right Gryffintosser?".

"If you want a fight, I'll take you on." slurred the drunken boy, "I stand by my beliefs."

"If Slytherin house is so bad, why is Merlin a Slytherin?" Pansy Parkinson answered smoothly. She took her wand out of her pocket and gestured for everyone to do Ye same.

"Merlin you're a doll." the Gryffindor seemed to have lost interest in his initial argument and turned his attention to Pansy's sharp features.

At this hexes rained from right, left and centre. Clearly, this "Gryffintosser" didn't care much to be polite at a gathering he wasn't invited to in the first place. You can insult people, just don't insult their house.

The boy was out within seconds. He was dragged into an actual damp and dirty dungeon and as the door slammed cheers erupted from the crowd.

"Let's have another go at him!"

"If we do that he'll die!"

"He insulted all of us! Who do you care?"

"If we get expelled we can't conquer the world."

"Who says?"

The rest of the night went by in a blur. The party didn't die down until dawn and not even Snape could stop it. Determination is a Slytherin trait and none of them were at all caring for the party to stop.

The next day, the hospital wing was overflowing but each and every patient had a smile on their face as they slept. Memories of the night still flashing by in dreams. The Gryffindor was found eventually but Madam Pomfrey was in no rush to fix him up as he continued to mumble insults at all the houses. He eventually of course insulted her house which earned him a slap and the hardest bed.

This night would be remembered by all the witches and wizards of Slytherin house. The night they made sure, that everyone would know that they were proud of their house. Their traits, their friends and their families. Long live Slytherin.