There was hate towards the Slytherins, people considered them all Death eaters. Since the big panic of the coming war. Students would mock you. Bully you even. A sixth year slytherin.

You and Blaise have never really got along. It felt more like he endured you, but it’s not like you were very keen on getting to know him. He had a reputation. Whispers. That he was corrupted, that he was part of the Death eaters. And now that Slytherins were distrusted, you tried to stay away from him, if only you didn’t share a dorm.

But today after the quidditch game, the bullies, some seventh year ravenclaws, took to a new level as they laid their hands on you, shoving you into a pond.
Blaise had seen, and had waited to give them a taste of their own medicine only after you were gone.

You had heard of this, gossip about how he beat them up at the dinner in the great hall. He hadn’t shown since then but you managed to play innocent to any questioning students

Late that night you were reading. He stumbled into the room. His robes dirty and there was blood on his cheek, he came straight from the hospital wing.