Through the lens

"Draco Lucius Malfoy!" Pansy Parkinson exclaimed as she threw open his office door. "What is Ginevra Weasley doing on my calendar this Friday for a dress fitting?" she questioned, curiosity biting at her tone.

Blaise's eyes shot up from the paperwork in his hand to the angry raven haired woman at the door, to the wicked smirk spreading across the blonde mans face.

"I'm getting you to dress and Blaise to photograph the new captain of the Holyhead Harpies...ahead of that announcement."

Pansy scoffed, leaning her hands down on the edge of Draco's next, "next you'll be telling me we've hired Granger to work in financials," she commented sarcastically.

"You want Theodore to come burn down my office, don't you?" he questioned. "Think of it as a favor to our dear friend Zabini here," Draco referenced to Blaise with his hand, leaning back in his chair.

"And we all know how hard you are to please, Blaise," Pansy's smirk matching Draco's.

"I'm going to go back in time, to the exact moment you said that to me on the way to Hogwarts before sixth year," Blaise stated looking at his two devious best friends.

"And I'm going to push both of you off that bloody train."