George + Draco
Showing up at Potter's party had been a rather stupid decision. Sure, he'd been invited, but Draco had to believe it had been as a second thought. There was no one here he wanted to talk to. Well, there were a few people he could be seen speaking to when the occasion called for it, but the occasion was definitely not calling for it, and he stood with his half coconut shell in a corner of the room looking quite haughty to hide how miserable he was. He was fixing his hair every thirty-five seconds. As soon as he finished his coconut drink, he was gone like the wind. Or was it with the wind? He was gone with whatever would take him away. There.
His plan was going perfectly until he spotted Weasley. It was the older twin, and the next thing Draco knew, he was tapping him on the shoulder with a stiff, demanding finger.