You were comfortably sitting on one of the sofas in the Slytherin common room, reading an Advanced Potions book. In front of you, Pansy Parkinson was sprawled out with Draco and Blaise on another sofa, as usual. Draco, with that air of superiority and mocking smile, couldn't resist teasing you. It was practically routine for him to make jokes about liking you, with that tone somewhere between a joke and something more.

"Who would have thought that I would end up falling in love with a girl as insightful and mysterious as you?" he had said minutes before, throwing a look in your direction. It was impossible not to notice how much this irritated Pansy. His face became a mask of jealousy and anger. She could never stand you from the first moment you set foot at Hogwarts.

When Draco and Blaise finally left, perhaps going to plot something as usual, Pansy stood up quickly. She walked up to you with that furious look.

“Who do you think you’re fooling?” Pansy began, disdain evident in her voice. “Draco only teases you because he knows you're... pathetic. He would never take a girl like you seriously.”