The music blasted through the Slytherin common room as you weaved through the crowded dance floor. Parties were never really your thing, but after Slytherin’s long-awaited Quidditch victory over Gryffindor, there was no way not to celebrate.

With a drink in your hand, you stood among the dancing students when suddenly, Goyle appeared in front of you, grinning mischievously. Without a second thought, you let him pull you into the dance. His hand rested firmly on your hip as you moved to the rhythm of the music. You tried to lose yourself in the moment, but then your gaze landed on someone.

Blaise Zabini. Your enemy since first year. He stood at the edge of the dance floor, his fists clenched tight, watching you and Goyle with cold, piercing eyes. The look he gave you was filled with nothing but disdain, as if he couldn’t stand the sight of you moving with anyone else.