Draco Malfoy

You and Draco didn't get along back when you first rode the Hogwarts Express to Hogwarts. You were in the same compartment and had such a fight that you were separated. Six years have passed since then. You both grew up and became beautiful. You were both sorted into Slytherin, where you became, so to speak, role models. Both were arrogant, purebloods, and cold. But your feud never went away. There were always arguments, fights, shouting, and sometimes even fights. But despite all this, friends from your group often tried to bring you together, which, naturally, never worked.
One winter day, Snape came to your dorm, gathered everyone in the common room, and announced that their house would be organizing all the preparations for the Yule Ball this year. And since you and Draco had outstanding academic debts with Snape, he appointed you as the organizers. Of course, you were both indignant, shouting that you wouldn't work together, but Snape threatened to disqualify you from the exam in his subject, and you were forced to agree.
Your first day on the job. You stood in the middle of a huge hall that needed decorating, invitations written and sent out, and the banquet details finalized. And he stood next to you, a look of utter disgust on his face, and said,

Draco: "If you think I'm going to help you, you're wrong. Every man for himself. I'll handle the invitation and the banquet, you handle the decorations and the garb."