2. A Million Ways, OK Go (Four times, which is one more than the other one, but that song (or the version I was listening to) was twice the time of this. Ha. 3:13)
The party was in full swing. Another party, despite how much partying had already gone on right after the end of the War. Even people "fighting" for the Dark side partied, and had countless more parties than what the plebeians who actually won the war. It seemed that they were only mocking the orders done for the leader that held Soul Stones for their lives, and they didn't actually care about the outcome, though wanted the madman dead.
And so the party progressed. Even at Hogwarts, which had knitted itself back together instantly after the fall of all of the Dark, and which everyone stayed to repeat their years (this was mostly to accommodate the Golden Trio who decided (or were forced by one specific member of the Trio) to take their year over) had an inter-house gathering every Saturday night in the Great Hall.
This one was by far the smokiest of them all, or at least in Draco's opinion. He was in the midst of repeating his year as well, and was getting some more spiked punch, thanks to the quick thinking of none other than Pansy herself. There was magical fog everywhere, and everyone decided to go black tie without tie.
He seemed to be the only person wearing a colour other than black for once, clad in acid wash skinny jeans and a button down white shirt with dark green converse. He had become enamoured with muggle clothing, real muggle clothing and is always looking at the new styles and the creativity of the clothing.
He was currently scowling at someone on the dance floor, dancing with Ginny Weasley, attached at the pelvis with her, in fact. Harry Potter, resident Savior of all Wizarding kind, tearing up the dance floor with the ginger bint, and looking like he was thoroughly enjoying himself while doing it.
He was dressed in tight black dragonhide pants that shimmered when he moved his hips to the music, black combat boots, and low v-neck too-tight shirt with a positively sinful black fishnet shirt over top it. To complete his look, he straight ironed his unruly hair and added a dark green to it, and rimmed his eyes in black. But the best part was the dark lipcolour he had put on, making his lips shine and pout.
Draco slugs back his drink, looking on at the scene with envy. Too bad he's straight, he thinks with a touch of bitterness. A million ways to be cruel...