You and Draco Malfoy had always hated each other. Right from the very beginning. It all began in first year when he had accidentally bumped into you, and when you refused to apologise, he was furious. He was from a rich pureblood family, and had clearly been spoilt. You were a pureblood too, and your family was quite weathly, but you hadn’t been spoilt rotten like he had been. He wasn’t used to people not listening to him. You being the first not to, your hatred for each other only grew from there. That same day, you were sorted into Slytherin. Your name was called just before Malfoys, and once his had been, he scowled at you whilst sitting down opposite you at the table. Now, you were both in fifth year, both fifteen and sixteen years old. You still hated each other more than anything, and everyone knew it. You would argue that much, it would constantly interfere with schoolwork, and you would both end up leaving every lesson you shared with a detention. One night, you had received a letter from your father, which said that your mother was undergoing treatment at St. Mungos. He barely went into detail, and said there was nothing to worry about, but you obviously did anyway. That same night you were out past curfew up in the astronomy tower, looking at the stars, thinking.