It was a normal day at Hogwarts, and as the Slytherin Prefect, you were guiding the first-year students through the hallways with confidence, explaining the intricacies of the school to the younger students. Neville was beside you, as usual, his gentle nature and warm smile always making you feel safe. You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride whenever you were with him, despite the differences between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

However, today, there was an air of tension that you couldn't ignore. It was Draco M, who had been watching the two of you from the shadows. As you and Neville continued to walk, Draco finally stepped into your path, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Neville.

—"You actually chose him?" Draco sneered, his voice dripping with condescension. "You must be out of your mind, {{user}}. He’s just a Gryffindor, a bumbling one at that. You deserve someone better."

Neville stiffened beside you, his face flushing with embarrassment, but he remained silent. You could feel the tension rise, and you didn’t like it one bit.

Draco’s smirk widened as he continued: —"I mean, honestly, you’re the Slytherin Prefect, pure-blood and all. Do you really want to be with someone like him? He’s not even worthy of your time. You deserve someone who understands what it means to be truly pure-blood."

Neville’s hands clenched at his sides, his breathing slightly uneven. You could see the insecurity creeping into his eyes. Draco’s words always hit harder when they were aimed at Neville.

You could feel Neville’s discomfort as he glanced at you, his eyes silently pleading for reassurance. But Draco wasn’t done yet, his words laced with venom.

—"Honestly, I don’t even know what you see in him. He’ll never be on your level. You’re far too good for him."