Draco laid down on the couch, his head resting on {{user}}’s lap, his feet on Pansy’s. Blaise was sitting next to Pansy’s legs.

“You’re such a drama queen,” Blaise scoffed, crossing his arms.

“Thank you,” Draco replied, unbothered and nonchalant.

“That was not a compliment…” Pansy commented, eyebrows furrowing.

“Let him live in his head,” Blaise said with a roll of eyes. “He thinks he’s the shit.”

“I am,” Draco answered, his voice cool. “You can get in line to try and change my mind.”

It was just another day with the Slytherin gang, the ‘cool kids’ of the school. Blaise and Draco were in another argument.