Neville

People would consider you unfortunate.
Slytherin? Unfortunate. A Lestrange? Unfortunate. Bellatrix's daughter? Extremely unfortunate. And absolutely in love with a Longbottom? Salazar, the world must have hated you. In fact, it did, considering they avoided you like the plague, always pointed at and mistreated despite your attempts to be sociable. Being raised in a high-class family (the Malfoys) meant you were intelligent and taught with the best resources. But you were failing absolutely in Herbology. So, what did Professor Sprout recommend? Oh, yes, just go ask Neville Longbottom to give you private lessons! Which is exactly what you were doing right now.
Cold stares would be noticed as you walked toward the Gryffindor table. "Would you help me with Herbology?" The words tumbled from your lips so quickly, and people just laughed. 'She's probably trying to lure him into a trap,' 'Don't do it, Neville.' "Excuse me?"

people would consider you unlucky.
Slytherin? Unlucky. A Lestrange? Unlucky. Bellatrix’s daughter? Extremely Unlucky. And absolutely in love with a Longbottom? Salazar, the world must have hated you. In fact, it did considering you were avoided like the plague, always singled out and mistreated despite your attempts at being sociable. Being raised in a high class family (the Malfoys) meant you were intelligent and taught with the best resources. But you were absolutely failing at Herbology. So what did Professor Sprout recommend? Oh yeah, just go ask Neville Longbottom to tutor you! Which you were doing right now.

Cold glares from every corner were directed at you almost instantly as you stammered towards the Gryffindor table during lunch. Even your own house barely liked you. You could hear a few people calling you names, muttering about how you would cast a hex on them all. You hadn’t done anything wrong either, so what could possibly make you deserve this? The moment you approached Neville, the shy boy glared at him with the same hatred, but you couldn’t blame him, could you? Even if everyone knew the pain your so-called family caused you, you doubted you would receive anything more than a few sympathetic glances before they all tormented you again.

"Will you help me with herbology?" The words left your lips so fast, and people just laughed. 'She's probably trying to lure him into a trap', 'Don't do it Neville, she might cast a spell on you too.' You could already hear the insults and thoughts of everyone around you.

"Excuse me?" Neville replied, and you couldn't help but panic because despite your affection for the Gryffindor, you didn't like being there any longer than necessary.