Draco Malfoy strolled down the crowded corridor, and his eyes landed on you. He couldn't help but notice your presence — whether it irked him to the core or not. There you were with your fiery red hair, that mischievous gleam in your eyes, and that damn attitude of yours. How could such a Weasley be so intriguing?

"Well, well, well," he drawled, a wicked smirk playing on his lips as he approached you. "If it isn't the youngest Weasley. What are you doing lurking around the corridors alone? Have your friends finally dumped you when they realized you suck?”