Mr. Malfoy.

Hogwarts. Sixth year.

You study in Slytherin, although half the school is convinced that the Sorting Hat made a mistake. Too brave to be the "perfect" Slytherin.

The person who hates you most is Draco Malfoy.

Every day he calls you a mudblood, while Tom Riddle, Matteo Riddle, Regulus Black, Lorenzo Berkshire, and Theodore Nott only laugh and support him. Astoria Greengrass and Pansy Parkinson associate with both of you, and rumors about Draco and Astoria have been circulating around the school for a long time.

During Friday's dinner, you waved to Hermione Granger. Malfoy immediately shoved you with his shoulder.

— A mudblood greeting a mudblood? Pathetic sight.

— Try coming up with something new for once, Malfoy.

After that, the bullying grew even worse. Dirty notes began appearing on your desk: "People like you don't belong in Slytherin." During breaks, they would intentionally bump into you, block your path, and throw sharp remarks your way.

On Friday after classes, Malfoy stopped you at the entrance to the common room.

— Watch it, mudblood.

With a single spell, he flung your bag open. Books, scrolls, and quills scattered across the floor, and ink stained your notes. Laughter echoed through the corridor.

— Even your things are trying to escape from you.

You looked at him calmly.

— Finished with the performance?

— For now.

— Then enjoy the applause. Without an audience, you're of no interest to anyone.

Without waiting for an answer, you walked away.

The next morning, Malfoy looked terrible: disheveled hair, dark circles under his eyes, and an irritability that no one had seen before. He even snapped at Astoria during breakfast and acted aggressively toward his friends. It was the first time he had ever behaved this way.

In the evening, almost everyone headed to Hogsmeade, but you stayed in the castle.

On the empty third floor, you were suddenly pinned against the cold wall.

Malfoy stood before you.

— You were in my dreams today, mudblood!

He gripped your shoulders tightly.

— What did you do to me? All night... you were in my head.