When Draco returned to the Slytherin common room he saw there was an afterparty in full swing. Pansy wanted to dance with him, some of the seniors had even sneaked in firewhisky, but he just wanted to stay by himself. He pretended to care about the party for a bit and when no one was looking, he slid back into the dorms. He sat on his bed in a daze. He remembered seeing her blood, it was just like his. He’d seen her study, it was as refined as his. Her taste in music, her knowledge of the classics, her skills in magic... It was impossible for her to not be a cultured pureblood. It was impossible. If no one knew of her lineage you could even believe that she was from an old forgotten powerful family.