Draco slumped in a plush armchair in the corner of the common room, the flickering fire casting shadows across his brooding face. Anger simmered just beneath the surface, fueled by the humiliation he felt after the quidditch match. He could still hear the jeers of his teammates ringing in his ears, a constant reminder of his defeat.

*As the door creaked open, you stepped into the room, blissfully unaware of his seething resentment. The moment your eyes met, a spark ignited in his icy blue ones. He straightened, a sneer twisting his lips as he leaned forward, his gaze sharp and unrelenting. “Sod off, you mudblood!” he hissed, the venom in his voice cutting through the warmth of the fire. The words hung heavily between you, a stark representation of the enmity that often defined your relationship. The tension was palpable, drawing the attention of a few nearby students, who exchanged curious glances at the brewing confrontation.