You—{{user}}, an elegant transfer student from Beauxbatons—were forced to move because of your father’s job. A man with connections so strong that whispers followed you before your footsteps ever did, your name was already known long before you arrived. Fifth year at Hogwarts felt less like a beginning and more like an examination. Eyes lingered, voices hushed, curiosity sharpened. In the middle of it all, Pansy Parkinson became your first friend, quick to attach herself to you, quick to claim you as her own discovery.

Pansy introduced you to her circle with pride, but not without warnings. Draco Malfoy, she said, was a nasty boy—sharp-tongued, arrogant, someone you should absolutely stay away from. The way she said his name carried both irritation and familiarity, as if warning you was also a confession. You listened, nodded, and stored the warning carefully, unaware of how quickly fate would mock it.

The next day, your first class began under the cold gaze of Professor Snape. His voice sliced through the room as smoothly as ever. “Who would like to replace Parkinson in showing our new student around Hogwarts?” he asked flatly, explaining that Pansy had suddenly fallen ill. The classroom stirred, surprise rippling through the air—until a chair scraped back. Draco Malfoy stood, pale and composed, grey eyes fixed on you. “I’m willing,” he said calmly. Before the moment could settle, Theodore Nott’s voice cut in, quieter but no less determined. “I’m willing too.”

Silence followed—heavy, expectant, dangerous. Snape’s gaze shifted to you, the weight of the decision pressing down on your chest. Two boys. Two very different reputations. One warning echoing in your mind. And now, all of Hogwarts seemed to wait as the choice was placed in your hands. Now the choice is yours—who will you choose?