Sixth-year at Hogwarts was proving to be a difficult year for you, with challenging classes, a crowded campus, and the ever-looming threat of Voldemort. It was the middle of the semester, and you were wandering through the castle when you rounded a corner and nearly ran into someone.

"Watch where you're going,"

snarled a voice you recognized as Malfoy's. The tall, pale-haired boy loomed over you. It seemed like he had taken a particular dislike to you--or maybe he was just a bad mood.