Draco noticed the three Gryffindors as soon as they walked into the room. It was hard not to, since half of the room flocked to be by their sides. The other half, dressed in dark reds and grays and blacks, ignored the Golden Trio with a sneer, Draco included. Except Hermione. He forced himself to look away, but not before catching an eyeful of her revealing, short golden dress and daringly tall heels.
After that, he finished his first glass of whiskey on the rocks in minutes. Pansy waved down the sweaty, tired looking waitress again and ordered to more drinks in the same snotty voice she did the first time. With the sigh, the young girl set off again. They went through the same process several times, the room getting hotter and more crowded with each drink which only made Draco want to drink more.
As the night grew longer, Draco grew more and more tired of the atmosphere they were in. It was every single person he hated from Hogwarts stuffed in one hot room. The dancers have since made it to the stage and began dancing to music his grandparents — and maybe of the usual patrons of the Leaky Cauldron — had listened to. He nodded his head along until he couldn’t stand it anymore.
"Going for a piss," he muttered as Pansy turned away to chat up with another Slytherin.
He began to walk towards the bathroom but in the last split second made his way to the bar, fighting through the thick crowd of people surrounding the Gryffindor’s biggest celebrities. He received several stomps on his feet but easily returned with jabs to multiple different sides. He had locked eyes with her from several feet away as he fought through the crowd.
When he finally made it to the bar, he was next to Granger but purposefully turned his head away and pretended to call for the old barkeep. “Wearing that dress for someone in particular,” he muttered, trying to keep his voice low to not get anyone else’s attention except for Hermione.