Draco

You and Draco Malfoy never got along. Your relationship was a never-ending battle of words, caustic glances, and hostility.

This evening promised to be special: the class celebrated their Quidditch victory in style. The alcohol ban didn't stop anyone—the common room was buzzing. Loud music shook the walls, and students were dancing and chattering everywhere. But the unbridled joy quickly took a dangerous turn: someone started slipping intoxicants into their drinks. And you were no exception.

It all happened during yet another caustic argument with Draco. Your argument proved the perfect opportunity for someone else to play a bad joke—spill something into your two glasses. At one point, when you turned away from your friend, Malfoy deftly completed the prank.

Unsuspectingly, you took a sip. The realization that something was wrong was instantaneous. The strange aftertaste gave way to a heavy, constricting warmth. A sudden, overwhelming intoxication washed over you—disproportionate to the modest amount you'd consumed.

The surrounding noise became blurred, people's silhouettes floated, and the ground beneath your feet began to sway. Your head spun, and you barely managed to stay on your feet, realizing you were losing control right before your sworn enemy's very eyes...