Albus grinned nervously at Miranda Jones as she handed him a beer. The party around them raged, but all he did was focus on her lips, her smile, and the brightness of her eyes.
(That last one could be contributed to the alcohol, but he liked it all the same.)
With a grin and a twist, she grabbed his hand and dragged toward a quieter place in the house. Albus let himself be pulled, his stomach twisting with anticipation and surprisingly, a little bit of fear.
Miranda was a Muggle-born, a Hufflepuff, with beautiful hazel eyes and shiny auburn hair. Albus had spent years at Hogwarts watching her, thinking about her, so when she called him up asking him if he wanted to go to a party, he couldn't refuse.
Not when he thought about her smile.
He might regret sneaking out in the morning, actually he was sure he would, but he wasn't in this moment. While it wasn't like this would be his first kiss, or even first time (that was with Shelly Long, a Slytherin a year above him), it was still amazing that he was finally with Miranda.
Even if they didn't do anything major, it was still going to be an awesome night.
At least it was until he saw Lily making out Scor.