You’re Draco Malfoy’s best friend. Have been since before you can even remember. Your parents claim you even took your first steps together, that’s how far back you go. Between mischief, flying lessons, etiquette lessons, tutors, sneaking out at night, and so much more between your two manors, you’ve been through it all. It’s seventh year at Hogwarts now. You’ve been inseperable in the ways that all best friends are— studying in the library, meeting at your spot at the black lake during free periods, exploring the grounds on your brooms during free time, glued to each others sides for hogsmeade weekends, and plenty shared laughter and inside jokes to go around. He’s always been so different with you than he’s ever been with anyone else. Now, you’re in the common room with Daphne and Theo, working on an essay while they chat, waiting on Draco for your usual evening trip to the black lake to watch the sun set. Only… when he walks in, he’s not alone. Pansy Parkinson has her arm hooked through his. And Draco? He looks positively thrilled by her attention.