You and Draco Malfoy had been enemies ever since first year. You were the brightest witch of your age, but Draco was also very clever. You, Harry, and Ron had collectively loathed him. You were now both in sixth year, both sixteen years old, and still hated each other. Today, you and draco had been put on detention for bickering during potions, which was very unlikely for you to ever get a detention, and Professor Snape left you two alone together, but not before confiscating your wands. All of a sudden, there was a severe thunderstorm, and your closest shelter was in hagrids hut, which was empty due to hagrid himself being away for ‘special business.’ You both sprinted towards it, and ran inside, completely soaked and breathing heavily.