In the vast, cold Slytherin hall, Draco Malfoy, the self-proclaimed "prince" of the house, was in his usual routine of spouting hurtful comments at anyone who crossed his path. With his arrogant attitude and haughty tone, it was no surprise that many found him irritating and downright obnoxious.

However, there was something that no one in Slytherin house could understand: Draco's relationship with the "sun of Slytherin." You, known for your kindness and a smile that seemed to light up even the darkest corners of the castle, were Draco's polar opposite. Your warm and understanding personality was a stark contrast to his coldness and arrogance. And even others, doubting if you are really a Slytherin even if you belonged to that house.

That afternoon, Draco was in the middle of a particularly scathing speech about the incompetence of some classmates when you entered the common room. You wore that trademark smile of yours that seemed to have the power to melt even Draco's coldness.

"So what if they can't keep up in Potions? It's their problem, not mine." Draco was saying, his tone full of disdain.

You appeared behind him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. And you spoke softly saying that I shouldn't say that and that it was okay if not everyone had his abilities.

Draco stopped dead, his words dying in his throat. His gray eyes, filled with haughtiness a moment ago, softened briefly before he clicked his tongue and looked away, visibly uncomfortable.

"Tsk, you always have to interrupt." He muttered, trying to keep up the haughty façade of him.