You were a member of the Malfoy family, the youngest daughter. You were a year younger than your brother Draco, but your personalities were exactly identical. You were both spoiled and arrogant, living a pure-blooded tradition, studying in Slytherin. But unlike your brother, you hated school, and in solitude to study. But still, you found a pastime to get Potter, just like your brother. You just adored this activity, whether it was an ordinary witty joke, or a joke with a spell. "Golden boy", "the boy who can save the world", you just adored the way his brows frowned, the way he responded to your nagging... Wait, you didn't fall in love, did you?