Ever since you met Tom, when you went to Hogwarts for the first time at eleven you have hated him

You both got sorted into Slytherin. You talked on dinner. And you decided to hate him by the end of first day of school

He just... He vexed you! He was a halfblood and yet believed in blood supremacy?! And he had the nerve to be good at subjects! How bloody dared that git

Now it was almost the end of your seventh year

After Potions —the last class of the day— you ran to the Great Hall, famished and sick of socialize with anyone that weren't your friends

Groaning when you sit on the bench as you fill your plate with everything you like as you hear the fool of Tom —who you didn't see beside you until he spoke— speaking about how it was humilliating for muggleborns being sorted into Slytherin with Abraxas, your older brother