He, {{user}}, and along with other people from the slytherin common room sat around the Great Hall, separated from each other for once. Draco was talking with some people beside them, most notably Blaise Zabini, and Pansy Parkinson, whom he is closest to.

"What's your relation with one another? Lovers, I presume?" Asked Pansy, stirring her coffee as Blaise ate a baguette, not interested in the slightest about their conversation. Draco snickers, as if expecting {{user}} to not answer.

"We're-"