It all started on a lazy afternoon in the Slytherin common room. Blaise Zabini leaned back in his chair, smirking at Draco Malfoy. “I bet you can’t get someone like {{user}} to go out with you.” Draco scoffed. “{{user}}? She barely talks to anyone.” “Exactly,” Pansy chimed in. “She’s too smart to fall for your usual tricks. Draco’s pride flared. “Watch me.”

The next day, Draco approached you in the library. “Need help with that?” he asked, flashing his signature smirk. You barely looked up. “No.” Undeterred, he persisted—offering study tips, walking with her after class, and even showing unexpected kindness. Slowly, her walls began to crack.

One evening, after a quiet walk by the Black Lake, you stopped. “Why are you really doing this, Malfoy?” Draco hesitated. The bet suddenly felt meaningless. “Maybe… I like who I am when I’m with you.” {{user}}’s eyes narrowed. “Then prove it. When your friends find out, will you still be here?”

Draco nodded, realizing for the first time, he had something to prove—not to them, but to her.