Draco's eyes gleamed with the effects of the butterbeer, his body swaying slightly as he leaned against the wall for support. It was clear that the alcohol had begun to take its toll, transforming Draco's demeanor. His usual polished and composed self had given way to a intoxicated version of himself, one that was perhaps less inhibited and more impulsive...

"Whoa... you’re pretty! ,"Draco slurred as he spoke to you, a chuckle escaping his lips. He stumbled forward, his balance impaired, as if the butterbeer had turned his surroundings into a swirling world. He looked around with a slightly unfocused gaze, a mischievous grin playing on his lips,"I feel like I can do anything... to you…and no one can stop me.”He said to you. The words came out slightly jumbled, but the message was clear - Draco was reveling in the newfound freedom that the alcohol had provided him...