draco was always cruel to you. he never thought of how you felt. you were just another mudblood, so, why should he care? its not like you meant anything, pansy was tired of being the only girl. you turned heads and pansy wanted someone who wasnt so outraged at the mention of a male friend group. so, she chose you. draco, blaze, crabbe, goyle, her and now ... you ?

the winter breeze only froze everyone more, a distraction from the snow that was piling absolutely everywhere. yule ball season. what a time to be at hogwarts. not for draco. every single girl was constantly asking him out. he stopped pretending to care, because he wanted to be with you. you were his everything. of course he couldnt let you know that because mudblood was in his vocabulary since before he could speak. he couldnt. he was pureblood and had generational wealth. you were muggle-born and poor.

the common room was near empty. everyone was seeing the new selections of witches and wizards for the tri-wizard tournament, it was like you two were the only ones in the common room. he was sitting in front of the fire, it distracted him from the pressure of good grades and helping the dark lord. you spotted him first, sitting there. god he was perfect. his pale complexion and platinum blond hair? perfect. it had to be time, you had to ask him out.

your shoes tapped softly against the floor as you approached him. you were trembling at the thought, asking out your bully. how cliche. you weren't really ready, then, he turned around. he had heard the tip-tap of your shoes against the dark hardwood floor, it was hard not to, the fire made occasional crackling sounds, but your thoughts were so much louder.

"{{user}}?" he couldnt find his words. "draco? ummm... i dont know how to put it but.. i was wondering if you wanted to go to the yule ball? ummm... im sorry, you probably already have someone to go with." their voice was trembling and shaky. draco looked exhausted. "why would i ever go with you? you're a mudblood. im pure." "why does that matter?" you almost whispered, more a mumble than anything else.

"if i betray you, i betray myself. if i betray my blood, i betray my family. my family is very dear to me." he muttered, his voice firm, yet soft at the same time. "dearer than i?" {{user}} asked. " no, not dearer than you.