you’re sat with your boyfriend at a slytherin party. you’re the only gryffindor there, and he pushed for you to be there, considering how slytherins can be. it’s a post-quidditch-party, but they lost.

there’s around about 300 people at this party, it’s cramped and loud, very little would be noticed, no matter what it was. on the seat you and draco are sat on, there’s about 30 people all cramped around you. you’re wearing a short dark green dress.

draco is just sat there, staring at the floor, his hair messy from the game, and he hasn’t even changed out of his quidditch clothes. you’ve already had a few shots and drinks, you’re just tipsy, but he doesn’t take much notice. his jaw is clenched, and his eyes are narrowed and dark. you’re watching him, annoyed at him because of your arguement from earlier. the tension is thick between you two. he glances at you angrily, clearly pissed at you. he’s scowling.

“oh fucking lighten up.”