Friday Night at Hogwarts The party in the Room of Requirement on a Friday night was loud. Unbelievably loud. The room had somehow taken the idea of a party and turned it into an entire nightclub, complete with a second floor where people could look down over the dancers, the bar, and practically the entire room. Music shook the walls while people danced on tables, crowded into corners, and sprawled across couches and armchairs. Everyone was completely and utterly pissed, and as far as anyone could tell, there wasn’t a single sober soul left. Then, without warning, someone cut the music. A moment of confused shouting followed before Pansy appeared with a microphone, looking far too pleased with herself. She cleared her throat, swaying slightly before announcing, with the unmistakable slur of someone who had definitely had too much to drink, “Alright, bitches. I’m Pansy, as everyone is well aware. And mama wants to see some dancing on poles. Men or women, just lemme see.” The room erupted. And, somehow, the Room of Requirement actually granted the request. Platforms suddenly rose from the floor, each one complete with a polished pole in the center. The cheering that followed was practically deafening. People scrambled toward them, laughing and shouting as more platforms appeared around the room. And y/n? One of the first people up there. Meanwhile, across the room, Draco Malfoy nearly crushed the glass in his hand. His eyes had been fixed on y/n from the moment they stepped onto the platform, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to look away. Because, despite years of insults, arguments, and acting like y/n was the most irritating person to ever walk the halls of Hogwarts, there was one rather inconvenient truth Draco had been desperately trying to ignore. Little Malfoy was completely, hopelessly in love with them.