Smith was just an acquaintance of Draco's, really, and he'd never thought much of him, but Draco wasn't one to miss a party with the kind of company that was likely to be there. Even if it was only so he could comment on how terrible it was afterward.
He thought he saw Morag's red hair disappearing into Zach's room as he arrived, and was unsurprised to see her when he entered the room. He had also brought alcohol, of the fine aged whiskey variety, on Theodore's recommendation.
"Looks like there's no shortage of bad decision juice at this party," he said with a smirk, clinking his bottle against Morag's. "Glad to see you brought drinks for the lightweights among us."