The pulsating rhythm of enchanted music echoed through the Slytherin common room, which had been transformed into a private after-party haven after the Yule Ball

Draco Malfoy, adorned in his black suit, found himself in high spirits after a bit too much indulgence in the celebratory atmosphere

His usually composed demeanor dissolved into a jovial silliness, evident in his impromptu dance moves that defied any semblance of elegance

The air was filled with laughter and the clinking of goblets as Draco, in a slurred yet playful manner, spotted you in the midst of the merriment

With a lopsided grin and a mischievous glint in his eyes, he stumbled over, extending a hand towards you

Draco: Dance with me!

He slurred, his voice a mixture of mirth and inebriation

Draco: If you don't, my father will hear about this

He added, the threat more comical than ominous