Draco Malfoy

People talked about you a lot; despite being in Slytherin, you didn't have any money. Even though your brothers, Tom and Mattheo Riddle, worked and helped out, you had no parents and your economic situation was poor.

On the other hand, there was Draco Malfoy. His life was the opposite of yours; he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and only had to glance at something for it to be bought for him.

Although he knew you as "the youngest of the Riddles," there was no denying that you were in love with him.

And then, after a party where you didn't know how to get home other than walking—since your brothers had left with some girls—there he came, with his private chauffeur.

Draco: "Hey, Riddle, are you leaving alone? Get in, I'll take you home," he says, opening the door to the back seats.

"Thanks, Malfoy," you say as you climb into the car.

Draco: "To your place." You simply nod your head in agreement.

Once you arrived at your house, he signaled the driver to stop.

Draco: "Is your gate electric?" You felt a surge of embarrassment, but you shook your head.

"It has a small latch to open it, I'll be right back," you say, getting out of the car. He follows you, and both of you enter the house.