It was a Saturday night and the slytherins were having a party, again. There were a lot of people. Every slytherin boy was flirting with some random girl, even Mattheo. He was sipping on his drink flirting with a Ravenclaw. Suddenly something catched his eye. It was his enemy, you. You were dancing with a random boy you never met before on the table when he Suddenly started to make out with you. Most people were cheering. Because you were drunk you have no idea what you're doing.