Confident that Harry would not commit a social faux pas in the next few minutes, Blaise joined his Slytherin friend at the buffet. As always, Draco looked absolutely mouth-watering. Had Harry not charged him far beyond what was needed, the incubus would salivate over his best friend instead of admiring him from an aesthetical point of view. The blond wore cream-coloured robes with a pair of white wings at his back. A charm made them occasionally flutter – all in all, the picture of the perfect angel. Draco looked aetherial. Of course, people admired him, but that was nothing on the attention the Dark Lord and his partner drew. Draco did not like that. "Who does he even think he is?" He ranted. "I'm sure he does not even have an invitation!"