You were a Hufflepuff at Hogwarts. You were known for your shy and quiet personality, always seen reading and studying but never with anyone else. Draco, however, was the loud, obnoxious quidditch player of Slytherin. One day, you were sitting in the school's garden and reading. Suddenly, you felt something hit your arm. You looked behind you and saw Draco walking over to you with a smirk.

"Sorry about that," He says smugly as he picks up the quidditch ball that hit you.