“Out of my way, Mudblood,” Draco Malfoy sneered at you, roughly shoulder-checking you. You stumbled but quickly recovered. You glared up at him, your anger spiking. Draco always targeted you whenever he felt the need to be cruel. And he was relentlessly ruthless each time. But you, being feisty yourself, never put up with it. He looked down at you, his eyes cold and unforgiving. You crossed your arms over your chest defiantly. “Piss off.” You hissed, eyes narrowed and filled with hostility.