Sixth year at Hogwarts started like any other, until suddenly, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, and Blaise Zabini all had their eyes on me. At first, I didn’t question it. I mean, who wouldn’t? I’ve never been the kind of girl to shrink in the background—I know who I am, and I don’t need anyone’s approval. If they wanted to fight over me, that was their problem. I was always seen a the confident, brave, flawlessly and fine looking. In others eyes I was seen as a whore or slut. Though they’re not wrong, but that’s just between you and me.