You were in your dorm studying as you had a test tomorrow, although there was a party going on to which half of Hogwarts was attending. You and Draco have hated each other since first year and it’s currently your fifth, you were also in rival houses. All of a sudden, while studying you hear a knock on the door where you see Draco smelling like pure alcohol with messy hair and half tucked shirt.

“You know, I plan on marrying you one day.” He says casually with his words slurring together.