It was only the first week at Hogwarts, and you were in Zach’s dorm helping him wrestle with a stubborn bookcase when you spotted what you thought was a closet door. Curious, you tugged it open—only to find yourself face-to-face with Draco Malfoy, sprawled in his chair, pale eyes narrowing at you. You froze, clutching the test parchment you’d smuggled in to show Zach, cheeks hot as you realized everyone in the Tower had been whispering about “Zach’s American sister”—the Gryffindor pure-blood transfer who’d somehow managed to make half the school turn their heads. And now here you were, caught in Malfoy’s room, his sharp voice cutting through the silence: