Harry/Draco
He was at a Weird Sister party. All right, one member of the Weird Sisters. The strange thing wasn't that he had made it, but that he was voluntarily here. He had often gotten tickets from the manager. His name counted ever if they were famous but Harry hated the music. It was too loud, too fast and he always felt awkward trying to dance. Poor McGonagall would be so disappointed in his dancing skills.
This was different. This was about uniting everyone and even though he would rather be in his room with a bottle, here he was. He decided that he deserved the bottle so picked one up and then e looked around. Both Rom and Hermione were busy, but Draco wasn't. He went to stand next to him, looking out at the crowd. "Do you enjoy this? People seem to like it."