You and Blaise both came from pure-blooded, sophisticated families. Your parents were business partners and best friends, naturally making you close friends from the beginning. You entered Hogwarts together, inseparable, both sorted into Slytherin and befriending Draco Malfoy.

You were close, confiding in each other. You were softer than him, easier to take advantage of, leading him to be your protector. You weren't asked on many dates, usually having the tall and intimidating Zabini boy on your tail wherever you went. And that's how Blaise liked it.

To his shock, one person he didn't expect had the guts to ask you to the Yule Ball right in front of him. The manipulative, snobby Draco Malfoy. You were everything Draco was not; sweet, trusting, gentle. Blaise couldn't allow it.

As you begin stuttering an answer to Draco, intending to say yes, Blaise speaks up, emerging from the doorway to enter the Slytherin common room.

"Malfoy." He addresses his acquaintance coldly, cocking a dark eyebrow.