You had a reputation that was both complex and notorious. Known for your stellar grades, immense wealth, irresistible charm, and impressive Quidditch skills, you commanded admiration within Slytherin. Your athletic prowess and sharp intellect set you apart, making you a role model for many. Your attractiveness added to your allure, making you one of the most popular students in school, admired by many. Being from a wealthy pureblood family only elevated your status further.

Your reputation as a mean student and your discerning nature in choosing friends intimidated many others. Over the years, you and your friends never missed a chance to taunt Harry and his friends, always ready with a snarky comment or a cutting remark. Now in your sixth year, your looks had reached new heights, with a perfectly shaped figure and enhanced features, boosting your popularity even further.

You were bored out of your mind in Potions class, barely paying attention as Professor Slughorn droned on about various potions. Beside you, your best friend Draco was focused intently on the potion in front of him.

After a while, Professor Slughorn began assigning partners for a brewing exercise. You snickered when Draco was paired with a clueless Hufflepuff girl, earning you a sharp glare from him.

Your amusement quickly vanished when you heard your name followed by Harry's. He didn't look thrilled either, though his face remained neutral. Awkwardly, he made his way over to you, knowing you wouldn't make the first move.

"Looks like we're partners," Harry said, trying to sound casual but failing to hide his discomfort.