Prompts(suggested by starrnobella from Dramione Faniction Forum on Facebook):

cherry (word), stubble(word), princess(word), "I hope I never lose you"(dialogue).

"I hope I never lose you," Theo spoke softly to his cat, kissing him on the nose.

"Do you have any idea where that cat puts his nose at?" Blaise asked him, disgusted.

"He's a clean cat, aren't you, Pebbles?"

"Did Draco tell you what he did?" Blaise changed the subject.

Theo shook his head. "What did you do, Draco?"

Theo gaped at Draco a few moments later after Draco told him what he had done. "Did you really do that?"

Draco looked up from The Daily Prophet, pausing his read on Harry Potter's wedding engagement to Ginny Weasley— the most recent news in the world after the fall of the Dark Lord.

"Why would I joke about it?"

Theo scratched the stubble forming at his cheek, choosing his next words carefully. "I just cannot believe you would turn it down."

"Well, he did," Blaise said, picking through a bag of Bertie Botts Every Flavour Jelly Beans. "So believe it."

"May I ask why?"

"Why do you think?"

"I don't know. It doesn't seem like something you would do."

"People change."

"So who got it after you?" Theo asked, curiosity thick in his voice.

"No idea," Draco answered. "I didn't care to ask."

Blaise spit a jelly bean out into a napkin. He shuddered. "That was not a cherry one!"

Theo sniggered. "You should know better by now!"

"Merlin, that was awful!" Blaise took a swig from his bottle of butterbeer. "Why can't they make a bag that just consists of the decent flavours, leaving out ones flavoured like blood!"

"If they did that, idiots like you who are glutton for punishment would stop buying them. Their profits would take a nosedive." Draco earned a dark look from Blaise with that.

The door then opened to the compartment, and the boys looked up to see Hermione Granger standing in the doorway.

"We need to talk," she directed at Blaise. Both Draco and Theo sent their friend a strange look.

"You hiding something, Blaise?" Draco asked him with a quirk of his brow. He avoided from looking back at Granger, uncomfortable with her presence.

"As Headboy, he— "

"Headboy?" Theo cut Granger off. "Blaise, you're the Headboy?"

"Thats me, Mr. Runner-Up," Blaise announced with a mocking sigh.

"Zabini?" Granger pressed impatiently. "A word, please?"

"Coming, princess." Blaise stood up, sharing a look with Draco, knowing exactly why he had refused the Headboy position.

"You will call me Granger, nothing more," she warned him stiffly, making him chuckle.

Draco watched as Blaise exited the compartment, not envying him in the slightest. Granger was going to be difficult to share responsibilities with, but because she was a war heroine, she'd definitely get her way throughout the entire year.

That wasn't the only reason Draco turned down the position; he was tired of being used as a pawn in everyone's chess match. The Ministry had chosen a Slytherin Headboy for one purpose only: house unity.

If Blaise wanted to solder relationships between Slytherin and the other houses, so be it, but Draco had an ugly history, and even if he had wanted to help, no one would accept it.

Blaise was much better for the position anyway. He had better charisma than Draco did. The other Slytherins would take hardly any coaxing with him as their guide.

Besides, Draco had already failed several times in his life, this was not something that needed to be added to the list.