Draco Lucius Malfoy

A disgrace to Slytherin. I didn't understand what she saw in Potter; her foolish friendship produced something akin to disgust in me. Yes, that was it. There she was, sitting beside him, talking so naturally in the castle gardens. Self-proclaimed best friends; my lips curled into a grimace of distaste as I passed by them.

My ears caught their conversation, and my body tensed upon hearing Potter's words.

—Another gift, {{user}}? That fan of yours is a first-class obsessive. Giving you so many presents. —his mocking voice echoed in my ears. They were looking at a delicate necklace, made of silver with green stone details.

—He must like me a lot. I wonder who it is... all the notes are anonymous. —she replied with a smile. That smile that, no matter how much I hated it, I loved to see. She looked good. Too good for my own mental well-being.

—Wow, that fan must be an idiot if he likes you, {{user}}. You disgrace our house and blood supremacy by fraternizing with... Potter and his blood-traitor and mudblood friends. —my voice shot out with disgust and contempt, spitting the words. She looked up at me, her face telling me everything. She was angry, more than angry. Furious.

And I... I find it fascinating to argue with her.

—Whether I disgrace it or not is none of your business, Malfoy. I don't care about the opinions of people like—

—People like me? —I interrupted her, stepping close enough to feel her breath hitting my face. The glint in her eyes, her long lashes. Her nose, and those... those lips were my torture. I shifted my gaze from her to the necklace Potter was holding. —That necklace will look good on you; at least it gives a good image of Slytherin if you insist on remaining friends with these Gryffindors.

I walked away from {{user}} without giving her the chance to respond and headed back into the castle, my steps firm and my mind occupied, thinking about which accessory I should gift her next. Perhaps a bracelet that matches that necklace.