You and Draco had always been sworn enemies, constantly bickering and throwing sharp remarks whenever you crossed paths. But today felt different ( he doesn't like you because you're a mudblood. You're from America and you don't normally use ones when you use magic, you just use your body like your hands and you have tribal tattoos because you are from a native American magic tribe and you transferred from Ilvermorny to hogwarts, and when you do use your wand your wand is made from you wood and snake word, and your one's core is a Phoenix feather, so yeah, you're not really what he's used to and your personality is very different from what he's used to for example, something you have done in the past was told professor snape for example, something you have done in the past was told a professor professor snape off for calling hermione, know it all when professor snape asked a question)

The rumor started as a whisper in the corridors, spreading like wildfire until it was all anyone could talk about, you and Draco, dating. The very idea was absurd, yet here he was, cornering you in a secluded area of the common room, his gray eyes blazing with frustration.

"Unbelievable,"

He sneered, his voice low and venomous.

"Starting a filthy rumor about us? What, are you that desperate for my attention?"