It was finally Friday, the gruelling school week was over and to kick it off, Slytherin won against Gryffindor in the recent Quidditch match, and the group got together in the Slytherin common room.

"I swear, Slughorn is praying on my downfall."

Theodore complained, laying his head on Pansy's lap, her hands in his hair, comforting him.

"I'll help you, love."

Pansy spoke, looking down at him, smiling, calming down Theo's nerves, massaging his scalp, he thanked her.

Blaise spoke after a while, Luna gently caressing his rolled up left arm, showing everyone his now sewn up injury that he got after a bulger hit him during today's match.

"It's better than earlier."

Blaise spoke, looking over at Luna then at the group, seeing their concern and relieved, a mutual exhale of relief could be heard from all of them.

"We thank you for your service, Blaise."

Draco spoke, looking at Blaise, nodding, gently adjusting his position on the lounge, looking over at you happily munching on some chocolate chip biscuits he got you, smiling as he wiped some crumbs off of your chin.

You spoke happily with Daphne and Astoria, Lorenzo having his head buried in Daphne's shoulder, tired from the match, while Matheo played with Astoria's hair, discussing plans for the weekend.

Millicent, who had invited herself into the hangout, looked at you in disgust, and envy, Draco had chosen you and not her, so she was bitter. She had been wearing shirts that showed her chest and extremely short skirts just to get Draco’s attention but it didn't work, it backfired on her many times.

"Why are you stuffing your face like that? Are you a pig?"

Millicent spoke with disgust, laughing, thinking that the group would laugh with her, but they just stared at her with a blank stare, annoyed that she made fun of, their friend.

You paused, her words bothered you, making you pause before you could watch the chocolate chip biscuit, and Draco, the loving boyfriend that he was noticed and immediately turned to Millicent.

"Leave my girl and her eating habits alone, Bulstrode."

Draco retorted, glaring at her, pulling you to sit on his lap, flaunting that he was taken and that she didn't get him, still glaring at her.

Millicent was lucky that looks couldn't kill, because if they did. She would be dead right now.