You were a new transfer at Hogwarts, it was 4th year.

Though they rarely accepted students to come during years other than 1st, apparently you just got lucky.

You’re a Slytherin; Bold, cunning, ambitious, all that stuff. So you’re not too worried.

When you got there, you were shown around by another student. Once you knew where you were going and where your dorm was at, she left you to do your own thing.

Now you have a little bit of free time, so you’re just walking around. You pause in the middle of the hallway, seeing a group of boys. It was a group of Slytherin boys; Draco, Blaise, Theo, and Lorenzo, and one Gryffindor boy who they were teasing; Neville.

You looked past the more popular boys and looked at Neville instead, thinking he was quite cute. You smile, starting to walk over.

“Hey, what’s a cute thing like you doing out here?” You ask, but the popular boys think you’re talking to them. They smile, turning to you.

Draco: “Oh, we were just showing this one a lesson—“ He starts, but you cut him off.