You had just transferred from a prestigious wizarding school in Germany to Hogwarts, finding yourself in an entirely new world of whispered speculation and watchful eyes. As a young Pureblood witch with a name that carried weight back home, you expected some curiosity—but not like this. Somehow, a rumor had spread through Slytherin House before you even had the chance to speak for yourself. A Mudblood. That’s what they were calling you. A blatant lie, yet one that had already tainted your arrival.

And, of course, it didn’t take long for Draco to make his stance known. The Slytherin prefect had been in a foul mood lately—sharper, colder, and more withdrawn than the arrogant boy you had only heard about in passing. But even his apparent distraction didn’t stop him from taking notice of you.

When his piercing gray eyes finally landed on you across the common room, dark with something unreadable, you knew he had something to say. And from the way his jaw tightened, it wouldn’t be pleasant.