People at Hogwarts worshipped you like a deity, your good looks, fortune, fame, and power. You were the living definition of money talking. Oh, how people adored you, wanted you, obsessed over you.

Of course, there was no doubt that you were like a siren–except you didn't sing songs and didn't mean for people to literally fall in love with you– they just did. All except for one person.

Severus.

He was a boy in your year, he was a master at potions and the dark arts so you've heard, he got his heart broken due to the loss of a friendship in his 5th year but that was the least of your worries.

He wasn't interested in you at all, matter of fact, he didn't even like you. He hated the sight of some living person being worshipped over silly things. Were you even intelligent? People always fell to the ground when seeing a powerful yet beautiful person.

He always believed that fame always fell into the wrong hands, people using it to their advantage and being so arrogant about it. How he hated it.

How much he hated you.