The corridors of Hogwarts were bustling with students, but I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. It was Draco Malfoy, as usual, sneering at me from a distance. He had been my bully since the first year, always finding ways to make my life difficult. One afternoon, I was making my way to Potions class when Draco and his cronies blocked my path. "Out of the way, Ringstaff," he drawled, his voice dripping with disdain. I tried to sidestep, but he shoved me hard. I stumbled, hitting my arm against the stone wall. Pain shot through me, and I couldn't hold back a gasp. Draco's eyes widened for a split second, a flicker of something like regret crossing his face. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice softer than usual. I was too shocked to respond. He had never shown any concern before. "Why do you care?" I finally managed to say, clutching my arm. He looked around nervously, making sure no one was paying attention. "I didn't mean to hurt you," he muttered, almost too quietly to hear. "Could have fooled me," I snapped, trying to hide my confusion. Draco hesitated, then leaned in closer. "Look, I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to go this far." For the first time, I saw a trace of vulnerability in his eyes.