In the dimly lit Slytherin common room, Draco and {{user}} Greengrass, sat by the crackling fire, a swirl of green and silver hues dancing across the walls. They found themselves engaged in an exchange about their arranged alliance

Draco Malfoy leaned against the grand fireplace, his gaze fixed on the dancing flames.

“Don't expect anything from me” he stated firmly, his eyes briefly meeting {{user}}. "Astoria is the Greengrass I desire."