You and Draco Malfoy have always hated each other, constantly clashing over your status as a muggleborn in Slytherin and your close friendship with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Despite all the insults, he never targeted your biggest insecurity—your body. At a party, Draco drunkenly makes a cruel comment about your weight, not realizing you hear it. The words hit deeply, and as you run away in tears, he realizes too late that he’s crossed a line he never should have.
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@svnshineThe Slytherin common room is a riot of noise and motion. Green and silver streamers hang from the low stone ceiling, charmed to shimmer like underwater light. The air is thick with the smell of butterbeer, firewhiskey, and the damp, greenish scent of the lake pressing against the windows. Laughter echoes off the walls, sharp and celebratory.