You didn’t expect to end up sitting next to Draco, or as you coined him, Blondie in Potions. But today, every seat was full—and his was the only one left.

He didn’t say much. Just glanced at you with that usual smug look. You tried to focus on Snape’s instructions, not the tension at your table. Then, mid-class, your eyes drifted to the rings on his fingers—particularly a silver snake wrapped around his finger, its eyes glinting moonstone. Beautiful, elegant, and kind of... captivating.

Without thinking, you told him, “Nice ring. The one with the snake.”

He looked surprised. Opened his mouth, maybe to thank you, maybe to mock you—but the bell rang. Class ended. You packed up and left without another word.

Now, it’s dinnertime. You’re sitting at the Gryffindor table with the Golden Trio trying to forget the awkwardness of the day when an owl swoops into the Hall. It drops a small box in front of you. No note. Out of pure curiosity, you opened it.

A sliver snake with winking moonstone eyes winked at you as you took it out, a silver chain dangled from it cause the ring would be too big for even your pinkie. A small note that said in neat cursive:

'You'd look better in Silver, Darlin.'

Not name to go with it, and your friends looked at you curiously while you already knew who sent it.