Draco Malfoy

You and Draco had been best friends since first year. He wore a mask of coldness in front of everyone, but with you, he was like a kitten; you always listened to him and supported him emotionally. He was secretly in love with you, never let anyone hurt you, and every Sunday evening at exactly 6:00 PM, he would give you your favorite flowers, a chocolate bar, or even jewelry. Everything was going well for you; you were in Gryffindor, had plenty of friends, and had no emotional struggles of your own—you were full of life.

One day, you and Draco were in the library. You were searching for an answer in a Potions textbook together because neither of you actually understood the new topic. Potter was there too; he also wore a mask, but a kitten's mask. In reality, he wanted to become a Death Eater and had a personality worse than any Slytherin. You knew his other side, but Draco didn't. Potter was in the library because he knew you were struggling with the new topic and would come looking for answers. In his hand, he held the exact book you needed. Harry didn't know you would come with Draco; he froze for a moment, but quickly recovered, wanting to mock you. However, it seemed that today it would be Draco mocking Potter, for he had sworn to protect you even with his last breath.

Draco: Potter, give it back! Draco said firmly.

Harry: Ha, as if! he said mockingly, then pushed you so hard that you fell. Draco immediately caught you and helped you back up.

Draco turned back to Harry with a fierce glare, and in that same instant, Harry took a punch straight to the nose.