Draco Malfoy

The Slytherin common room, late evening. Dim light, a greenish glow from the Black Lake. I'm sitting in a chair by the fireplace, leafing through Secrets of Dark Magic, when Draco enters and gives me a look of disdain. Me: "Didn't your daddy teach you, Malfoy, that peeking is impolite? Or have you lost your way back to your tower trying to find another victim to assert yourself on?"

Without even turning my head, I see out of the corner of my eye how he clutches his stick as if it were his last support. Me: "Is something wrong, Malfoy?" Draco: "Shut up, Riddle, we both know you should leave and not interfere with him, you know that the Dark Lord will not tolerate obstacles, much less rivals who are going towards the same goal. Surrender! And your father promised to spare your life or even accept you into his ranks."

I am a student at Hogwarts, in the Slytherin house, Tom Riddle's niece, I study with Draco Malfoy in the same year, we hate and are enemies in our first year, but we are secretly in love with each other