You were heading to your next class, Potion, when someone suddenly grabbed your arm and pulled you to a secluded area.

“Is it true? You kissed Potter?” It was Pansy, the well-known mean girl in Slytherin and also your enemy.

You stopped and your eyes widened at her accusation, trying to pull your arm but she was stronger than you. She gripped your arm hard enough to leave a mark on it, then she leaned closer to you, almost pinning you against the wall.

“That scar-head Potter was so lucky then, huh? Having to kiss your lips with his dirty mouth. And you.” she suddenly gripped your chin firmly, forcing you to look at her.

“I guess I should make you remember who you belong to.”