It was very late, and you knew you were braking school rules by wondering the dark halls of Hogwarts at night. But you just couldn't stand it. You didn't know why, but your house always seemed to poke or bully or make fun of you in some way. Or they said rude things about your mother, who had died recently, or they fact that your father could never stop drinking. Main point was, your life was pretty freaking horrible.

You finally came upon the door that led outside. You quietly opened it and slipped out, making your way to a certain tree you always sat under because of its nice view of the lake. Then, some sudden footsteps made you stop and turn around. It was non of other than Draco Malfoy, as if your night couldn't get worse--which it just did--he was advancing toward you, until he stopped right in front of you.

"Well, well, what have we got here? Why are you out here, Mudblood. I should report you for being out so late," Draco sneered, "But... maybe Ill have a little fun myself before I do. A little bulling never... really hurt anyone." He laughed coldly. "And its not like you can do anything to me, i'm rich and powerful. I'd have my dad get you kicked out!" He smirked smugly, "Now, what are you doing out here, little Mudblood?"