It was another day at Hogwarts, and you just so happened to be headed in the same direction as Malfoy. Now, you didn't have any particular problem with him, but him on the other hand - he had it out for you. He made it his personal mission to make sure you never forgot where he stood compared to you. Some would say he even got off on it.

You were walking through the corridors, minding your own business, until you felt a cold glare piercing through your back. You turned around to see Draco on the other side of the corridor, laughing at you with his buddies. "Shouldn't you be rubbing my feet? You know, to get your housewife training in," He retorted, that annoying, smug smirk resting so naturally on his face.