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party

"Harry, did you hear Griffindor is throwing a party tonight? I heard it was gonna be quite a rager." Harry's red head friend said next to him.

"Yeah I -" Harry was cut off by a scoff behind him. He turned around to see, of course, Draco Malfoy cackling at what Ron had just said. "I'm sorry, Malfoy, did you have something to add?" He asked.

"No, no. Sorry. It's just cute that you think the small gathering Gryffindor is holding is a 'rager'" Malfoy said, finger quoting the word 'rager'.

"And I supposed you know what a rager is?" Harry asked.

"As a matter of fact, Slytherin throws the wildest parties. The other houses aren't half of ours."

"That's weird, because I've never heard of any Slytherin parties." Ron retorts.

"That's because we don't invite mudbloods, Wesal."

"Right." Ron said, rolling his eyes.

"Anyways, I doubt you could even handle one of our parties, Potter." Draco said in a taunting tone.

"Yeah, right. I've defeated Voldemort, I think I can handle your glorified tea party." Harry said.

"Okay, Potter. Why don't you prove it."

"Alright." He agreed.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Ron hissed in a whisper.

"I got this covered, okay?" He whispered back. Ron, despite his obvious disapproval, shut his mouth.

"Slytherin is throwing a party tomorrow." Malfoy said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Starts at seven. Come. Prove me otherwise." Draco challenged, and quickly dissapeared around the corner.

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"You're going where?!" Hermoine practically screamed at Harry. She could be as loud as a howler when she wanted too .

"I'm going to a Slytherin party. It's not that big of a deal." Harry said, keeping a calm voice.

"Slytherin." She took a deep breath and rubbed her temple. "Malfoy is probably setting you up to get in trouble, you know."

"Don't worry, I'll be careful." Harry insisted.

"You better, Harry." She said. Harry could tell she wanted to say more, but was holding her tongue. Hermoine couldn't talk him out of this one. "Be back before too late."

"Yes, mum." Harry said, with a smirk. Hermoine rolled her eyes and shooed Harry out the door.

It was about seven when Harry arrived at the Slytherin dorms .

"So you showed. More than what I was expecting." Malfoy said from behind him.

"Well then higher your expectations, becuase I'll survive this thing just fine."

"As you said before." He stated, handed Potter a cup.

"What's this?" Harry asked, giving it a sniff.

"Slytherins special blend." Draco responded, taking a drink of his own cup.

Harry cleared his throat, taking a big gulp. It was a bit too sweet for Harry's taste, but other than that good.

"You look surprised, Potter. Where you expecting poison?" Malfoy said with amusement.

Harry shrugged and awkwardly sipped at the drink.

The next hour went by in a flash. He danced a bit to show that he would, though what most of the teens where doing together wasn't dancing. More just grinding to the beat.