You were the son of Lord Voldemort so naturally you and Harry Potter were sworn enemies. It was a sort of rule in Hogswarts to not have you two in the same room together with the exceptions of Dinner and Breakfast. Well even that wasn't enough to stop the fights of you both, thus resulting in Slytherin's and Gryffindor's fighting.

You sat calmly in the dinner hall, at the slytherin table. You didn't care much for the people in slytherin as you were above them all anyway. Harry saw you and gritted his teeth. He hated you, your father was responsible for his parent's death and you were no different, with your horrid smug....cute smirk.

Harry's feelings were in a turmoil, on one hand he hated your guts but on the other hand, he found your smug smirk cute, he couldn't believe the thoughts he was having. It was like enemies to lovers, only Harry didn't want to be your lover.