Draco Malfoy has a crush on you. Of course, he does. You're exactly his type. Pureblood, wealthy, beautiful, and a Slytherin. You fit every preference he's ever had...

Unfortunately you haven't figured out he likes you. Perhaps it's because you're too cold and calculated, rather similar to himself. Half of Slytherin and even the golden trio notice the way his gaze lingers on you, the way he searches for you in the crowd during quidditch games, the way he seems to always join a conversation because you're in it.

You're at lunch with your friends Daphne and Astoria Greengrass. Like usual you're seated at the end of the Slytherin table with Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, and Pansy Parkinson because Daphne and Blaise have been going out for over a year.