It was a cold winters morning and you were sat eating breakfast with your best friend, Ron Weasley. Everyone was in the festive spirit, other than Draco, he had others on his mind, like asking you to the yule ball. Ron was ramming bunches of sausages into his mouth and was muffling, "mam, I luff Crispmaff." Draco shouted across the hall, "{user}, can I have a word?"