Disclaimer: None mine. This was also written originally pre-HBP, so take a few inconsistencies with a little slack, please… it's slightly AU.


Serpents in Eden

It was key for Candace not to alert the Slytherins that she was now aware of what damage they had done to her reputation, her relationships, to her personality, her habits. She'd noted how most of them seemed to be on mood and sense enhancers to get them through the day. That was the last thing she needed now, on top of her penchant for Firewhiskey.

Her pained eyes fell on Xavier, the forgotten friend of Tyrone. He was spaced out, as usual. He was always on something that made him just alert enough to function, but otherwise, too numb to feel.

She longed for that.

And all at the same time, she didn't.

Candace changed her mind just then. She was not only going to leave the Slytherins' lifestyle behind, but she was going to kick all of what they'd done to her out of her system. Who did she think she was, running with a crowd of kids too wealthy for their own good and too snotty for even her own brother?

She looked back to Xavier and he turned his head and almost smiled at her.

Candace knew that she would be almost smiling for the rest of her time at Hogwarts.

And she wouldn't have to a pay a Knut for it.


Blaise's Apartment

Blaise scribbled some notes. This was the fourth time he'd read the turning point of Ginny's novel, and every time, even from his very objective journalistic point of view, her description of his alter ego haunted him.

"Blaise, darling, you need to start getting ready." Blaise's fiancée's voice floated in from the other room, shaking him from his thoughts.

"Alright, dear." He replied. Blaise quietly made his way to his bathroom and while he was shaving, he started to think about how he had come to be engaged to Tracey.

Blaise had grown up down the street from the Davis sisters. They were all beauties, for the most part. That ideal would seem so flawed to him, in the small but aristocratic St. George's Hotel, attending primary with the four. All of them had been in the same league together, he supposed. The Davises and Blaise weren't very wealthy but they were purebloods. They'd never really known much about each other, but had always been friends.

Elizabeth was the eldest, but they all called her Liz, when she would allow them to. She was glacially confident. She was now married to the former Slytherin Quidditch team member Terrence Higgs.

Bonnie was cute with a toothy smile. She was the fleshiest of the sisters, and she had a penchant for color-coordinating everything. She was sweet, but only in a servile sort of way. She'd been the only Hufflepuff of the lot. Bonnie was engaged to Carlton Warrington.

Next came Emily, who'd graduated Hogwarts in Blaise and Tracey's fifth year. Emily had been the sultry flirt, with a fiery, tempestuous nature, and perhaps that mischief and cunning was what made her so attractive. Rumor had it that it was she who had taught Blaise and Draco everything they knew about women (gentlemen never told, but at the time Draco wasn't a gentleman and had confirmed his end of it), and the only man brave enough to try and tame her that she would pay any mind to was Adrian Pucey, although, Blaise had warned her in the shadows of the Zabini penthouse, that she had better not toy with him too much and either declare herself his or find a really clever way of avoiding his wrath during a split.

Although others remarked on the second youngest, Theresa, otherwise known as Tracey's, looks, Blaise couldn't see it. She had flaxen hair and blue eyes and brown skin, but otherwise, had the cool eyes of Liz; the cute cheeks of Bonnie, and Emily's flirtatious smile. No one could describe Tracey without alluding to one of her sisters and perhaps, since Blaise knew her sisters all too well, that was the problem.

Tracey and Blaise dated for a year at Hogwarts, but it had been a particularly difficult year for everyone. Tracey was by no means ugly; a Davis couldn't be. She had startling eyes and delicate features. She was beautifully pallid and her hair was dramatically dark. Blaise pegged it down to two things that made him wonder why he'd ever stuck with her. One was definitely that her grades had progressively slipped from high to average, something Blaise credited to Tracey's growing awareness that she was beautiful enough not to have to be intelligent. The second was that Tracey very rarely smiled, and even Blaise and Draco smiled.

As Blaise finished his sleeves with French cuff links, Tracey entered, wearing a sour expression and a bright red dress. Blaise unnoticeably winced. Bright red never complimented Tracey's coloring, and yet she usually insisted on wearing it when she wanted the attention of everyone in the room. Tonight, this maneuver seemed a little superfluous as the event they would be attending would be her birthday party.

"Blaise, I told you to wear the dark red shirt." Tracey impatiently motioned to her own dress, implying that she had wanted them to match.

Blaise had to force himself not to roll his eyes. "I forgot."

Tracey muttered something under her breath before spitting, "Well, it's too late now. Just… I guess throw on the navy dress robes."

"I was going to." His eyes narrowed, but he wasn't going to pick a fight with Tracey, especially not on the evening of her birthday party.

"You're impossible, do you know that?" Tracey snapped. "I ask you to do one little thing…"

Tracey started digging through her jewelry box and when she got to the compartment that held her engagement ring, she suddenly stopped and a dreamy expression fixed itself on her features. Blaise swore some evenings he even heard her sing a lullaby to it.

Blaise tapped his foot, hoping the evening would be over soon.


Witch Weekly's Birthday Party for Tracey

Blaise plastered a smile on his face as Tracey cooed and oohed and ahed excitedly as the festivities, organized by Witch Weekly, unfolded before her. She clutched to him and nagged at him quietly in every spare moment. Before long, she waved him off as she always did. Blaise gravitated towards the menfolk, as he always did.

Draco stood there among them, turning to him with a smile and an odd sort of sympathy that only years of practice had taught Blaise to recognize. "You didn't coordinate tonight?" He asked quietly, blocking off the group's conversation.

Blaise shrugged. "I forgot."

A more recognizable look of empathy flashed in Draco's eyes. Blaise forced a manlier smile. "Which of your lovely ladies are you here with this evening?"

"Well, Edina's with her husband tonight, so she asked me to escort Cherish. I was more than happy to oblige." Draco grinned, pleased at Blaise's willingness to change the subject to more pleasant topics.

But then he frowned again, when he remembered who was here this evening.

"I thought I should inform you that your crush is here." Draco grumbled. Blaise searched the room for anyone who could match that description when finally his eyes fell upon Ginny Weasley, who was standing with Pansy Parkinson and Jenn Sweet in a corner. "My most toxic exes are in cohorts."

"Hardly." Blaise replied. Draco handed him a glass of champagne. "Look at how bored Weasley looks."

Ginny did indeed look desperate to talk to somebody else. She was tapping her foot, one of her arms was flung across her chest and her other arm propped up on it, clutching a glass of champagne. Her hip was jutted out to one side and she looked terrifically bored.

"Go entertain her, then." Draco sniffed, frowning jealously.

"Oh, please, as if you didn't have your choice of the girls here to shag in the coat closet." Blaise muttered, and Draco's eyes brightened a bit.

"Excellent point, mon frer… Ooooh, Lorelei." Draco slinked off in the direction of his former housemate, Lorelei Holiday.

Blaise casually took his departure from the fellows after nodding at them in acknowledgement.

Ginny seemed to have freed herself from Pansy's social clutches long enough to admire the view from the floor to ceiling windows opened out onto the summer veranda.

Blaise took her in, a vision in gold-embroidered white. She was embellished enough not to look bridal, but easily she was the most glowing person in the room. He casually strode up to her after that, and at first, she merely turned her head just slightly to acknowledge his presence.

"Is Draco upset that I'm here?" She asked, but she didn't seem that concerned.

"Not particularly. He's trying to amuse himself now, I think." Both Blaise and Ginny looked back in the direction of Cherish, who had gotten absorbed into a conversation with Daphne, Tracey, and Pansy, and then to Draco, who was whispering into the willing Lorelei Holiday's ear.

"I see things haven't changed much." Ginny said solemnly, her eyes twinkling paradoxically.

"No, not much." Blaise's eyes rested on Tracey once more, and she only glowered at him for a minute before returning to chatter with the girls.

"I thought you said you weren't dating her anymore." Ginny said, her eyes flickering up and down the curves of Blaise's face, studying him with a pursed grin.

"No, you asked if I was still dating her, and I said not really. I'm not really dating her since… since we're engaged." Blaise felt his collar getting tight, and he gulped down a half-glass of champagne.

Ginny's eyes darted to the frowning Davis girl, whose sparkling left hand clutched a glass of champagne.

"Ah." Ginny sipped her own glass. "Nice ring."

"Thank you." Blaise found himself getting a little braver, and he this time looked down into Ginny's eyes.

"Red… is really not her color." Ginny tried not to smirk as she raised her eyebrows and cocked her head to one side.

Blaise withdrew his lower lip to keep from laughing. "No, I never thought so either. But, she insists."

Ginny laughed an evil little laugh, though her behavior was beginning to startle her. With Blaise she found herself in a routine she remembered so well from her most dangerous years… but with Blaise there was, as there had always been, a safety in their candid but shallow conversations.

Blaise inhaled sharply. "I was supposed to wear dark red tonight, to coordinate."

"And you thought it was too cheesy?" Ginny looked mildly impressed and let her lips start to part into a genuine and amused smile.

"Well, that and I forgot." Blaise grinned. "Honestly, I forgot. But when the missus reminded me, I was reminded of the cheesiness."

Ginny's eyes twinkled with that silent, safe laughter she remembered. "So, when's the wedding?"

"Good question." Tracey's voice could've frozen the Equator. "Blaise, who is your lovely friend?"

Instantly, Blaise and Ginny's face's fell. Ginny was surprised they'd both let that show. Then again, Ginny was also surprised how quickly she'd let her guard down.

"Tracey, darling, this is Ginny Weasley. She went to school with us, a year below? She wrote—" Blaise trailed off because Tracey's most sinister smile spread across her face.

"Serpents in Eden. Delightful book." The corners of Blaise's eyes crinkled, though he did not smile. Tracey had read no more than the back of the book jacket. Ginny watched his reaction carefully and feigned appreciation.

"Oh, did you like it? I thought some of the characterizations of the women were a little weak, but I guess I never had much of an example to go on." Coolly, Ginny sipped her champagne, punctuating her subtle insult.

"Oh." Tracey didn't have much of a reply. Fortunately, she did not need one, as the flamboyant entrance of her sister drew attention away from everybody.

"Theresa, darling!" Emily's voice sparkled with a new accent. Blaise struggled to remember whether or not she'd been in Russia or Spain for the past few months. "Felice cumpleaños!"

Spain, clearly.

Tracey inhaled sharply, and Ginny stared at her intently. Somehow, from this older, wiser point of view, she was suddenly able to see all of the little fidgeting and insecurities the Slytherins possessed. She tried not to laugh at the timing of this discovery.

"Emily?" Tracey feigned happy surprise. "I never expected you to return from Russia early, especially for little old me!"

"Well, I didn't return from Russia since I've come from Spain! OLÉ!" Emily snapped her fingers over her head, her arm arching beautifully. Her entourage flooded into the room, and she pulled her mink stole closer to her body, flickering one half over her shoulder delicately as she walked towards her little sister.

Blaise hid his laughter behind a hand simulating shock. Emily had always been a character.

"Don't tell me…" Emily said dramatically in a stage whisper to Tracey, staring straight at Ginny, "That you know Ginevra Weasley!"

Tracey, frozen, nodded dumbly and Emily rushed Ginny into an embrace. "I'm so excited to meet you! I adore your book. So realistic!"

Ginny's mouth, open went through a variety of somersaults before she settled on a demure, appreciative smile. "Oh, thank you."

"Oh, Morgana!" Emily cursed, "I've forgotten to introduce myself and now you looked about as frightened as you ought to because some bumbling brunette has just bombarded you!"

Blaise coughed to conceal the rising volume of the laughter in his throat.

"My name is Emily Davis, I'm Tracey's older sister. Very old friend of Blaise's. You do know Blaise of course." Emily's eyes sparkled. "When I read the Spanish translation…"

"They've translated it into Spanish already?" Ginny looked surprised and mildly impressed.

Blaise overlapped, "You can read Spanish?"

Emily disregarded all interruptions, as she was accustomed to doing. "I said to myself, 'My, that is a beautiful book. I bet it's better in English, though.' So I rushed home in time for my darling little sister's birthday and to pick up a copy before I go to Greece."

"Greece?" Tracey asked, finally adding to the conversation.

"I love it. I love it!" Emily exclaimed, her hands dancing like birds. "Oh, and you look… you look fabulous. As fabulous as your book. Really, you do."

Tracey awkwardly jutted out her chest to draw attention to her own ensemble.

Emily took notice of this and frowned in a much, much more delicate sort of way. Very quietly she said, "Red, Tracey? Really?"

Blaise burst into a coughing fit.

Later, with Tracey hyperventilating in the bathroom surrounded by her girlfriends, Emily and Blaise were able to catch up, much to the amusement of their audience and third party, Ginny.

"Goodness, what are you feeding her, Blaise? She looks sick! Maybe all that diamond-lugging is taking its toll on her." Emily had a point; Tracey did look paler than usual. But Blaise didn't give it much thought, and even if he had, he didn't like to talk to Tracey about anything. "I mean, she's even losing grip on her coordination. Look at you in blue and her in red!"

Emily's sharp sarcasm was duly noted, and Blaise smirked. "You are so cruel to her, you know." Blaise murmured. "To this day, your mere name makes her jump out of her skin."

Emily smiled with satisfaction. "If ever anybody tries to convince you that siblings don't compete with one another, take Theresa and I as your evidence for rebuttal." Emily turned to Ginny then with renewed interest. "Speaking of, darling, aren't you the youngest of seven?"

Ginny nodded. "And the only girl."

Emily smiled at her sympathetically. "I hear you're upsetting quite a few people, my dear. Good for you. It's about time they stopped acting like their parents."

"Oh, the ones that annoy you most, Emily, aren't the ones so clever as to be annoyed by Ginny's book." Blaise corrected fondly. "If anybody is in a tizzy, it's Draco."

Emily's eyes lit up affectionately. "Oh, Draco! I saw him cuddling up to Lorelei Holiday earlier tonight. How's he doing?"

"Well enough." Blaise didn't indulge, but Ginny noticed the slight twitches that made for silent communication. Emily changed the subject.

"Why aren't you marrying me, Blaise, dear?" Emily fluttered her lashes dramatically, and Blaise laughed heartily. Ginny stealthily looked around for the crowd's general reaction to the outburst, but it seemed as though with Emily, there was an immunity to faux pas. If anybody were paying attention, they were amusedly fascinated with the three.

"You aren't the marrying kind, Emily." Blaise told her, placing his hand over hers affectionately.

"That's what I keep trying to tell Adrian, but he insists. I insist that we skip the ceremony and go honeymooning now." Emily's features were set dreamily and she closed her eyes, welcoming back the beautiful Spanish sunshine and lazy afternoons.

"I always imagined being married to someone I could be quiet with." Blaise said after a moment, breaking Emily's reverie and absorbing Ginny's attention suddenly. "Someone I could whisper with without feeling rude. Do you know what I mean?"

Turning to Ginny, Emily smirked. "He's reminiscing about his days with me."

Emily shouldn't have been so sure about herself, Ginny thought, for just moments before she came in, it had been Ginny who had been joking snidely with Blaise, basking in a comfortable quiet.

Blaise smiled at Ginny across the table, thinking the same thing.

Emily's eyebrows rose after she departed from her self-absorption. "Blaise, darling, maybe Tracey ought to go home. She's lost all hope of composure."

Blaise shook his head, in an attempt to shake the pleasantness of his earlier conversation with Ginny out of his mind. His eye caught on Draco's wide ones. Draco's lips were on Lorelei's ear, but his pupils seemed to be darting between Blaise's table and the exit from the ladies' room.

Blaise followed the gaze to the latter location to see Tracey trying and failing to look calm and collected.

"Oh." Blaise said quietly. "Excuse me."

Blaise instantly turned on his romantic charm. If anybody was going to take the blame for this evening being destroyed, he wanted it to be Emily. Because in that case, Tracey would only look slightly ridiculous for being so jealous of her older sister.

But his hope was fruitless. Yes, he certainly charmed her into leaving early, and yes, he certainly made himself look romantic. But the events of the evening had time to boil into the minds of everyone there, and the whispers erupted as he and Tracey disappeared.

Ginny tried not to blush, and then Emily's entourage absorbed the table and gave her enough coverage to let go. But when she slipped into her cloak that evening, the look on Tracey's face was still on her mind.


Back at Blaise's

"This is just like her, showing me up." Tracey grumbled. "And it certainly didn't look very good that you were so kind to her afterwards."

"Was I supposed to ignore her?" Blaise replied, a little harsher than usual, because this time he was actually invested in the conversation.

"Well, you certainly weren't supposed to be engaged in conversation with her and that Ginny Weasley!" Tracey's voice was starting to become shrill and Blaise was having none of it.

"What did you want me to do, Tracey?" Blaise demanded. "Did you want me to go into the powder room with you and hear you attack your sister and some girl you barely know? Because I like to pretend you don't do that. I do."

"Am I supposed to be happy that you enjoy yourself without me?" Tracey was ripping at the fastenings of her robe like a madwoman.

"You're beginning to sound ridiculous!" Blaise was lying; she always sounded ridiculous. Tonight was just especially laughable. "Where are you going with this?"

"I'm an engaged woman, Blaise! And what have I got to show for it?" Tracey shrieked. Blaise's eyes didn't ignite.

"What have you got to show for it?" Blaise's jaw was set hard, and Tracey, scared but not wanting to show it, took a step backward. "You live in my penthouse rent-free, you're wearing a devastating engagement ring worth nearly fifty two hundred Galleons, you don't have to work for a living, and perhaps this is the most meaningless part of all, you've got me."

"Have I?" Tracey asked coolly, cocking an eyebrow upwards. "You seem to be awfully enamored with that Weasley girl."

"Her book is my paycheck for the next month, Trace!" Blaise shouted. "Maybe you don't understand the idea of getting absorbed into work, but some of us have to."

"Set the date, Blaise, please!" Tracey pleaded. "Please! The girls think I'm ridiculous for letting you put this off!"

"The girls?" Blaise laughed bitterly. "Let's see, Pansy's divorced, Daphne's husband is off in France with a variety of young lovers, and Bullstrode—when was the last time a male looked her way? What is it about women who don't have to work for a living that absorbs all of their logic?"

"Is this what it's going to be, Blaise? Are you always going to ridicule me for being house-bound?" Tracey's voice and lower lip quivered.

"House-bound? That implies that I'm putting you here!" Blaise exploded. "You like your idle days of reading Witch Weekly and planning outfits and not only do you not care where the money's coming from, but you attack me for it."

Blaise whipped his wand out and Tracey stumbled backwards into a chair in fear.

Blaise started summoning a trunk and clothing and his bathroom things.

"What are you doing?" Tracey asked, eyes wide.

"I'm going to a hotel. You're driving me crazy." Calmly shutting his trunk, he pointed his wand at the fire and ignited the flames. "Owl me when you've regained your sanity."

With that and a toss of Floo Powder, he was gone.


Ginny's Apartment

"So… last night was interesting." Jenn commented over coffee, her pitch especially high.

"I still don't know what to make of it." Ginny said tiredly. The pair sat on the balcony of Ginny's apartment, looking out onto the summer morning.

"Blaise's moved out of his penthouse with Tracey." Jenn added lightly and Ginny's eyes widened.

"How do you know?" Ginny asked, horrified.

"It was in Witch Weekly this morning. Something about the humiliating arrival of Tracey's sister, Blaise's conversations with you and Emily, and then Tracey throwing a fit about the wedding… he checked into the St. George late last night."

Ginny remembered her sixth year, when both Blaise and Ginny stood on the platform at King's Cross. Loudly, Draco made fun of Blaise for waiting on a wizard's cab headed for a penthouse in the St. George, bound to be empty since Blaise's golddigging mother didn't have a calendar.

"Oh." Ginny said quietly. She looked back into her apartment, where her summer dress robes hung over her dress that she'd worn last night.

"Please don't blame yourself, Ginny. They've been on the fray forever." Jenn promised.

"How do you know?" Ginny found herself repeating, her brow furrowing.

"I have to read Witch Weekly for reviews." Jenn explained. She sighed deeply. "Sometimes I think Witch Weekly throws these socialite parties to create drama to analyze in their issues."

Ginny snorted. "Wouldn't be surprised."

"Look, Ginny, I hate to sound cold, because I am your friend." Jenn began, "But this is all really great publicity for your book. It heightens the controversy about the reality of its content."

Ginny sighed. "I know…but I wish it weren't so… emotionally costly."

Jenn cocked her head to one side, taking in Ginny's face for a few concentrated moments. "Why do you care so much?"

Ginny shook her head and took a big gulp of coffee. The heat seared her throat but prompted her courage. "I always thought… if Blaise stopped using… he'd have the most potential. And I saw, at the signing, that even though he clearly wasn't using anymore, he never lived up to it. He leads such a miserable life and I'd like… not to contribute to that."

"Miserable?" Jenn demanded confusedly. "He's fairly wealthy, all things considered, and he's marrying into a prominent, beautiful family."

"And look how happy it makes him! Did you see him when he came in with her last night? She was bitching at him and he was so numb… Why should he have to go through that? For what?" Ginny retorted hotly. "He deserves better, not just from her, but from himself. Sometimes I wonder whether or not he'd be happier teaching at Hogwarts, living a quiet life."

"Well…" Jenn started reluctantly. "Clearly he doesn't want that."

"Doesn't he?" Ginny muttered in an aside.

"I thought…. After Hogwarts… that you'd stop obsessing about the Slytherins." Jenn continued. "I thought that was over."

Ginny sighed. "I guess my obsession is innate… my brothers, and Harry… but it just took on a different form I guess… because I actually got involved…"

Tom.

"I guess." Jenn replied softly. "Just… don't get yourself too worked up. Ride the waves of your success, rake in your money, and see if things haven't sorted themselves out after that."

Ginny nodded, although she felt inclined to disagree. In the distance, she could see the regal, pointed railings of the St. George Hotel, and her heart fell to her stomach again.


At the St. George Hotel

Draco entered Blaise's room tentatively, seeing already that the living space was covered in pages of Blaise's notes and work. He headed straight for the mini-bar, withdrawing a mixed drink. It was a combination of butterbeer and Firewhiskey, which was an old standby from their days as kids when Draco would visit Blaise at the St. George.

Draco frowned with sincere concern. "Are you sure you should be doing this right now?"

Blaise didn't look up from his work. "Someone needs to pay for this suite." Continuing to scan the pages of the book for any missed details, Blaise waved a hand at the mixed drink in Draco's hand. "Especially since you're running it up right now."

Draco bit his lip. It had been so long since he had been in the position to give Blaise advice; it was usually the other way around. And Draco didn't have any of his own wild antics to counter, a luxury he had always provided for Blaise. Blaise was the picture of passive aggressive calmness, and as he was currently in a state of passiveness, Draco was finding it difficult to approach the delicate subject he'd intended on discussing.

"Oh, you might as well own a suite in the St. George after all those years your mother camped out here." Draco took a stab in the passive direction as well. "Besides, don't you have some major decisions to be making right about now?"

Blaise looked up, finally. "That's not why I'm here." He said monotonously. "I'm here because Tracey is mad jealous about this whole book and I need to finish my work on it."

"Right, and you aren't breaking up." Draco tried to prevent the sarcasm from infiltrating his tone, and it nearly worked.

"Draco, it's about time you stopped reading Witch Weekly. It was cute when we needed advice on girls, but now it's starting to skeeve me out." Blaise retorted hotly. "And if you're going to be a distraction, you might as well leave."

Draco bit his lip angrily, trying to hold back a venomous reply. He nearly succeeded. "You know, you're old enough to know that the years you've spent with Tracey are worth far more than a passing amusement or two."

Blaise rolled his eyes. "Not you too."

"I mean it, Blaise." Draco said solemnly. "Emily is great fun, but she's Pucey's, and I'd hate to see you waste a perfectly good excuse on something so fruitless. As for Weasley…"

"What, Draco? As the genuinely most informed idiot musing on the subject, please, tell me your opinion about Weasley." Blaise spat, collecting and arranging his notes.

There was a long pause as Draco, his bottom lip nearly bleeding he'd bitten it so many times, tried to search for the most polite and honest way to say things. "If you're going to pursue her, you need to be available. Those Gryffs like their nobility, and Weasley has all too famously abandoned hers once. She'll not do it again."

Blaise sighed. "I've no intention of pursuing Weasley." Blaise's eyes met Draco's. "Not yet, anyway. I mean, what do I know about the girl, other than we've been able to mysteriously maintain, over the years, our comfortable conversations?"

"Well, that and she's beautiful, even I'll admit that. And she's increasingly wealthy… and right now, she's in the circle, until those daft birds figure out what she's talking about in that glamorous little novel of hers." Draco tried not to grin. "Even I can see her many attractive qualities, even though I'd be an idiot to act on impulse. On the other hand, one other striking young man of considerable name seems to be about in the position to."

Blaise turned away from Draco, his brow furrowed in thought.

"I'll leave you to your work." Draco dug into his pocket, checking the price on the side of his mixer. He threw down two Sickles on the table.

"Thanks." Blaise said almost so quietly Draco barely heard him.

"You're welcome."


Well I haven't see you in awhile
you know I, I miss our talks I miss your smile
cause the look of innocence is priceless
but right now you look so lifeless

"Song for the Rich"- Tristan Prettyman