Slytherins often held parties in their common room, and with magic mixed in… you could absolutely get fucked up. It wasn’t unusual for Draco to attend them, he was quite popular after all, and Pansy needed a babysitter.

He stood near the drink table, chatting away with Blaise, his attention drawn away from his friend as he watched you half-walk half-stumble over. His eyes raked over you, taking in your form, a brow furrowing.

You were.. always quiet, he didn’t expect to see you at a party, let alone drunk. He tried to keep up his cold demeanor, but a hint of concern hit him.

“Are you alright?” He questioned harshly, cocking a brow.