Two weeks had passed ever since the Anya crying and Draco comforting her episode. Their relationship had been an odd one, between a relationship of acquaintances and friends. They didn't exchange words of familiarity yet they didn't ignore each other. Anya had moved to the guest bedroom after Draco had enchanted it to be connected to his room through a door. Unknown to her, Draco had noticed that she had nightmares nearly every night involving her foster parents and Lucius. Every night when she was asleep, a lone figure will enter the room, looking over her for few minutes before exiting it after making sure nothing will harm her.

Narcissa had watched the development closely and had felt relief through her blood veins when Anya no longer fear Draco and her son hadn't done anything to her. None of the two had told her about what had happened that made Anya trust Draco and had made Draco simply cares about her, completely forgetting the real purpose she's even there. Narcissa had made it a duty to spend time with Anya every day, making sure the teenager knows that she didn't approve of what her husband did. Alas, it wasn't in her power to do anything about releasing her so all she could do is make Anya feel comfortable.

Another week had passed when Lucius had voiced his concern at his son in his study, away from his wife, who he knew will object. Lucius had sat behind his table, looking at his son carefully.

"Have you marked her, Draco?"

"No Father"

Even without him saying it, Lucius knew that without some good threatening, his son won't do it. What is wrong with him? A Malfoy would have done it the first night but no, three weeks and nothing. Lucius's resolve hardened at the thought of the mudblood being treated like a freeloader guest in his manor, the Malfoy Manor.

"Three weeks has passed and if I'm not wrong you haven't even touch her. What is wrong with you? Are you... different?"

How could his father questioned his sexual preference? Of course he's straight!

"I assure you Father that I don't swing the other way but..." Draco try to explain without sounding rude or being risked with his father's punishment but Lucius cuts him as a knock on the door.

"It's a relief to know that you're normal Draco but you have to mark her! I'll give you a couple more weeks before taking matters in my own hands by marking her myself. Come in," he dismissed his son with a wave of his hand.

It took every inch of self control that Draco possess not to jump onto his father and beat him up at even daring to have a thought of marking Anya and cheating on his mother. Two bulky figures stood at the doorway, waiting for the young Malfoy to pass through before going into the study themselves. Draco gives a polite nod at both of them, Crabbe and Goyle senior, both the carbon copies of their bumbling stupid sons that most people had assumed as his friends.

The only true friend that Draco Malfoy had is Blaise Zabini, a fellow Slytherin who contrast him in their appearance. Both of them are tall and have the same built but where Draco is pale with his white blonde hair and grey eyes, Blaise had the looks of an Italian casonova, jet black hair with intense blue eyes, being Italian and so. The girls at Hogwarts had called both of them as the night and day friends where he represents the day and Blaise the night. The two of them had only become friends at the start of their fifth year, after Draco had made the choice not to be like his father. Blaise however, with his famous and beautiful mother were what the wizarding world called neutralists, not taking sides and acts like nothing had happened.

A house elf appeared before Draco, bowing low, " Master Draco, your friend is arrived and Lonny had done what Master Draco had said, Lonny had send him to your private wing, Master Draco,"

Draco nods and walked on but he suddenly remembered something. Blaise had his permission to go anywhere in his private wing and being the not so shy guest, he had accustomed to roaming the halls of the east wing to his pleasures. Anya was in the east wing, alone. She had preferred to stay in the guest bedroom whenever Draco was not there with her. God. Please hope that Blaise won't frighten her or anything. His pace had quickened slightly at the thought.

Anya sat in the armchair in front of the empty fireplace of the guest bedroom. She likes the room slightly more than Draco's bedroom because of the lack of mirrors on the wall and the slightly lighter coloring. On her lap, lay a book that Draco had given her to read the day away whenever he went out or couldn't spend time with her. Both of them had spent most of the time in Draco's bedroom, doing nothing except for the occasional small talk and a game of wizard chess. Slowly, her eyes started to close while she stifled a yawn with her hand. Within seconds she had fallen asleep in front of the empty fireplace.

Blaise Zabini had made himself comfortable on the couch in Draco's bedroom, nibbling on tidbits that the house elf had laid for him on the table. Looking around he noticed a door that he haven't seen before. I swear that there was only the bathroom door when I last came here. Being a curious person, he twisted the knob of the strange door and found himself in the guest bedroom. That's odd; I thought the guest bedroom is on the other side of the wing. He was closing the door but a movement from the armchair in front of the fireplace caught his eye. Slowly, without closing the door, he walks towards the armchair.

Anya opened her eyes when she felt a warm breath going down her cheek, expecting to see Draco but instead she looks deep into a pair of deep blue eyes that held her own dark ones with curiosity. She backs away from the stranger by pushing the armchair away from him and looked at him.

"Who are you? Does Draco know you're here?" she asked, a bit of tremble in her voice. She didn't trust this stranger at all; the only one she trust is Narcissa and Draco.

Blaise smiled slightly at the girl in the armchair, taking in her attire of a pair of Draco's old jeans and a black Quiddicth shirt. Who is she and what is she doing here? Why didn't Draco told me about her?

Here's a thing about Blaise Zabini. He's known as the nicest member of Slytherin, never picking fights with Gryffindors, preferring to stay away from arguments as his nature as a neutralist. He is also known as the quiet Slytherin, charming girls with his gentlemanly manners and quiet smile. He had caught the tremble in her voice and unlike Draco; he doesn't resort to intimidation in getting information. Turning on the old Zabini's charm, he says.

"I'm Blaise Zabini, a friend of Draco from Hogwarts and you are..."

"Anya Zainudin,"

He takes Anya's right hand and softly brush his lips against her knuckles, "Nice to meet you Anya. Call me Blaise. I was wondering if you would mind to join me for some snacks in Draco's room while waiting for him?" he asks gently, not letting go of her hand. Anya looks at him and felt that she didn't care that the blue eyed wizard still had her hand in his, felt that she just had to trust him, he is a friend of Draco and he seems harmless enough and his eyes, unlike Draco's had a certain natural warmness in it. She nods and stood up, with the help of Blaise.

"Sure."

"Great," Blaise smiles at the girl, noting the beauty in her quietly. He opened his mouth to say something when the door that he had came in from banged to the wall, a tall figure with blonde hair striding into the room, towards them, stopping to stand beside Anya, glaring at his friend.

"Anya, did he do anything to you?" Blaise felt shocked at the note of concern in his friend's voice, something he had never heard before.

"Nothing. Blaise just asked me to have some snack in your room." she shook her head slightly.

Draco pointedly looked at their two hands, " Introduced yourself have you Blaise?" a hint of sarcasm.

The Italian noticed it and quickly let Anya's hand go." Yes. I was intrigued in getting to know her better because you haven't told me anything about her, you know, being your friend and everything,"

"Anya, why don't you go to my room for awhile? I have something to talk to Blaise here," he takes Anya's hand and walks her to the door. Anya merely nod, knowing that Draco would feel uncomfortable in telling Blaise that she's his gift in front of her.

"Sure,"

Blaise waited until the door closed behind Anya's back before he rounded on Draco.

"Who is she?"

" Well, actually, the Malfoys have this tradition, you see, where when a male Malfoy gets to his seventh year in Hogwarts or somewhere, he will get a special gift," Draco faced the empty fireplace, not looking at his friend.

"What does that have to do with Anya?" Blaise asked.

"Because I got the Head Boy position, my gift is extra special and," he hesitated before continuing," Anya's my gift," He turns around to see a shock expression on Blaise's face.

"What!"