Yet another party in the Slytherin Common Room - someone's birthday, you guessed. You were a Gryffindor, so it wasn't exactly your scene, but you went for fun, alcohol, and Barty, who had invited you.

The room was blaring with music, chatter, laughter, and soon, a breaking glass.

Your eyes scanned the room, searching for him.

Then hands squeezed your waist from behind in a sudden movement and there Barty was, grinning like a fool. His cheeks rosy - drunk already.

"Hey, you came."