The pitch erupted. Green and silver flags waved wildly. The Slytherin common room was already packed by the time you all stumbled in, the party spilling out of every corner.

The common room was a blur of bodies and firewhisky. Someone shoved a bottle into Draco's hand. He was still looking at you, waiting.

A flash of blonde hair. Elara Rosier pushed through the cluster of sixth-years, her cheeks flushed, eyes bright. Before anyone could react, she grabbed Draco by the front of his quidditch robes and kissed him.

The common room cheered louder. Someone wolf-whistled. You felt the world tilt.