Yule Ball. It was supposed to be the night of my life. But all my friends - Hermione, Harry, Ron, Blaise, Theo, Wren - somehow forgot about me. Hermione was having fun with Viktor. Harry and Ron were sitting just staring at Hermione. Blaise and Theo were spending time with the slytherin girls - btw the boys said they hated them just a few days ago. And Wren was with her girlfriend Luna.
Slytherin won the Quidditch match, but it doesn’t feel like a victory. Draco Malfoy still feels like he failed, all because his father didn’t clap. Now he’s alone in the empty Slytherin common room, sprawled out on the couch as if he’s completely alone in the world. His vest is still on, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, and his eyes—half-lidded but too focused—stare off into nothing.