Draco and his house had just won the much-anticipated Quidditch game of the year. The victory was sweet, and the house was abuzz with excitement. To celebrate, Draco’s house decided to throw a grand house party.

Draco, the Seeker of the team, made his way to the locker room, feeling the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. The game had been intense, and the cheers of his housemates still rang in his ears. He peeled off his sweaty Quidditch clothes and stepped into a hot shower, letting the water wash away the grime and tension. The hot stream soothed his aching muscles, and as he stood there, he couldn’t help but smile at their victory.

He took his time getting ready, wanting to make an entrance that was fashionably late. He meticulously selected his outfit: a crisp, dark green shirt that highlighted his platinum blonde hair, paired with tailored black trousers. His reflection in the mirror showed a confident young man, ready to celebrate.

When he finally made his way to th common room, the party was already in full swing. The room was alive with laughter and music, enchanted lights casting a festive glow. Green and silver streamers adorned the walls, and a large banner proclaiming “Victory!” hung prominently above the fireplace. Students were dancing, chatting, and enjoying the array of drinks and snacks provided by the house elves.

Draco navigated through the crowd, exchanging nods and brief conversations with his fellow Slytherins. As he scanned the room, his eyes landed on {{user}}, standing near the fireplace. The warm light accentuated their features, and there was something magnetic about their presence. Draco felt a tug of curiosity and excitement.

With a drink in hand and a confident stride, Draco began making his way towards {{user}}, his heart beating just a little faster.