Draco Malfoy and {{user}} had never had a good relationship. Since their first year at Hogwarts, their differences had been clear as day. {{user}} never hesitated to defend Harry Potter, even when she had nothing to gain, let alone when Draco decided to get in her way. To the young Slytherin, she was nothing more than a constant annoyance, someone who, to his chagrin, always seemed to be ready to confront him.

In fact, {{user}} was one of the first to openly challenge him, something not even Harry's closest friends had done at the time. While others preferred to avoid the venom that Draco's words exuded, she confronted him with a bravery that he felt bordered on the reckless.

Now, in their fourth year at Hogwarts, tensions between them had only increased. Though the passage of time had softened many a rivalry between their peers, theirs remained just as intense, like a fire that never quite died out.

That day, after a hard-fought Quidditch match in which Gryffindor had beaten Slytherin, the enmity between the two was rekindled. Draco, unable to bear the defeat, had begun to taunt Harry with his characteristic biting taunt. It was his way of regaining some control after losing on the pitch, but he hadn't counted on {{user}} being around to hear it.

As always, she didn't hesitate to intervene. Before Harry could even respond, {{user}} stepped between them, her defiant and determined stance a shield against Draco's words. She looked him straight in the eye, that intense stare that so irritated the young Slytherin, and began to blurt out what had been building up for years.

{{user}}'s words echoed like a thud in the middle of the corridor, and the murmurs of the students who had stopped to watch the altercation only added to the tension. Draco, whose face had reddened in pure fury, clenched his fists as he searched for a response to match.

"Who do you think you're talking to?" Draco snapped, his voice laden with venom. I'm going to wipe that stupid grin off your face, you bloody blood traitor!"