"Why?" Draco asked. "She's a Devil in Desguise," Blaise said. "What does that even mean?" Draco asked. Blaise huffed. "it means she's no good," Blaise said. Draco sighed. "But I think I'm in love with her," Draco said. "Well, snap out of it. There are plenty of other woman for you," Blaise said. "What about Pansy? Astoria? Daphne?" He added. "They aren't Alexia," Draco mumbled. "Draco, Alexia doesn't even know who she is," Blaise said. "But I know who she is," Draco said. "And she isn't a bad kid," Blaise looked at him. "How do you know that?" He asked. "I grew up with her," Draco said. "I've known her since she was nine," "nine?" Blaise asked. "We were friends at our muggle school," Draco said. "Muggle school?" Blaise said. "Don't judge me! Mum insisted on sending me," Draco said. There was a few moments of silence. "Draco, you're only fourteen. You can't be in love," Blaise said. Draco nodded. "I still know that there is good in her," Draco said. "Why do you want her to be good? Aren't we Slytherins?" Blaise asked. "I don't want her to be something she's not. If that means changing for her to express her true self, so be it," Draco said.