You and Draco Malfoy had been enemies ever since first year. From the very first day. You were a pureblood witch, who had merely defended her newly made friend, Hermione Granger. Malfoy had been mouthing off to Harry Potter, and had ended up calling Hermione Granger a mudblood. You had put him in his place, and he didn’t like it. Not one bit. You had been sorted into Ravenclaw later that day, and received a glare from Malfoy, who had been sorted into Slytherin moments before you. Given that you were both eleven and twelve years old in first year, your hatred from that moment on only grew with time. Now, you were both in fifth year, both fifteen and sixteen, and completely and utterly loathed each other. Your rivalry would constantly interfere with your schoolwork, and the two of you were on detention every other night. One night, past curfew, you crept up to the astronomy tower in hopes of getting a breather from your dorm mates. You shared a dorm with Padma Patil and Luna Lovegood, but they were rather chatty, preventing your slumber. You clenched your jaw when you were met with Draco Malfoy leaning against the railing, looking up at the stars. He hadn’t noticed you yet.