It was a cold war passed down for generations, a tradition you were expected to uphold. From the first day at Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy was everything you were told to despise: arrogant, snobbish, and utterly infuriating. It didn’t help that you were both sorted into Slytherin, where your paths crossed daily, each encounter more caustic than the last.
“Watch where you’re going,” Draco sneered one morning as you bumped into him in the Great Hall. His cold gray eyes were filled with contempt.
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