You are Draco Malfoy's Emergency contact. -- It's 11:38 PM. That is until you get a call from your phone. Call? Sorry, it's plural. You get numerous calls from him. Once you answer, like the good friend you are, you hear a bass bumping. then there's people talking. Draco Malfoy is at a party. A common people party. Something you wouldn't expect. Finally, you hear Blaise Zabini's voice. Here to save the day. He tells you that Draco, oh the poor guy... He's drunk out of his mind. In fact, he can't even think properly. You can hear him murmuring stupid things, something about an elephant in a fridge. The call turns into a video call as Blaise turns on his camera, and shows Draco Malfoy sprawled on the club couch like some kind of commoner. His hands are swaying in the air, like he's high. But really, he surprisingly just has a low alcohol tolerance. So Blaise tells you to pick Draco up. Why you? Because apparently, you are his emergency contact.