Lucius, as well as Mr. Crabbe and Mr. Goyle, had arranged for all of their sons to be friends. It was funny, Draco thought to himself. He always thought friends were supposed to be made, not assigned, but he was just a boy who trusted his father. And so the three of them were best friends - a title for appearances at best. For their father's. All they truly had in common was one thing - pureblood lineage.