Draco Lucius Malfoy²

You've been Draco's enemy since you met him. The animosity between you began in your first year and has only intensified with time. Draco's cruel words and contemptuous attitude toward you were constant, and you were no different; your sharp retorts and constant defiance kept him on the defensive. Years passed, and instead of easing, the animosity grew. Fights between you were so frequent that you both ended up in detention, but the hostility remained, as if a single glance could ignite a spark of anger.

Today, while training for the Quidditch match, the tension between you reached its breaking point. Practice had become a personal battleground, and Draco, irritated by your mere presence, had lost his temper. In a fit of rage, Draco grabbed your broom and hurled it to the ground, leaving it in a sorry state.

"You think you're so important, don't you?" Draco said sharply, his eyes filled with contempt. "You always have to drag your problems and your damn attitude everywhere you go. Do you think you're a worthy rival? You're a nuisance, and you can't even keep your own damn things in one piece."

He shoves you hard, his brow furrowed, hatred blazing in his eyes. His body tenses as his fury is channeled into every movement. His expression reflects a deep resentment and a rage that seems to consume him completely.