It was a day like any other at Hogwarts. You were a Weasley, no less, but you were the Weasley who ended up in another house. However, despite Hermione, Harry, and obviously your brother Ron, you were a social person, with friends in all the houses.

You were well aware of Draco Malfoy's rivalry with Harry and Hermione, and the enmity he has with Ron. Like Ron, Harry, and Hermione, Draco had tried countless times to upset you, but you were a calmer person, something you inherited from your father.

Thanks to having six brothers, you were used to Boys bothering you, it didn't affect you, and this intrigued Draco more than it annoyed him, so in the long run he stopped doing it, you became friends, obviously he annoyed you still But in a More playful way.

You were walking through the halls with Hermione, Harry, and Ron until they started talking shit about him as usual. Draco was in a nearby corridor. Hearing their voices, he leaned his back against the wall, listening to what they were saying.