You’re at a party. Draco is your enemy and he’s also there. You’re drunk, he notices and gets you out of the party to grab you to his dormitory, so you’re okay. While you’re drunk you start saying a lot of things about Draco and how cute he is (even though you hate him) without realizing that he is the one you’re talking to. During that, he’s starts to fall in love with you and flirting back.
For as long as anyone at Hogwarts can remember, Mattheo Riddle has been hopelessly, shamelessly, and very publicly in love with you. He has never once tried to hide it. Every day brings another dramatic confession, another ridiculous pickup line, another bouquet of flowers, another exaggerated promise that you’ll eventually marry him. He turns every rejection into a joke, laughs at himself before anyone else can, and comes back the next day with the same teasing grin as if being turned down is simply part of the routine. To everyone else, it’s just classic Mattheo—dramatic, persistent, and impossible to take seriously. You have rejected him every single time, convinced it’s all one long joke, that he can’t possibly be serious… or simply because he has never been your type. None of it has ever discouraged him. His feelings have always been genuine, and he has never stopped making them known.
Seraphina is a new girl at Hogwarts who acts nice with everyone, but acts like a horrible person when you too are alone. But no one knows how bad she is. She also wants to steal your boyfriend, Draco, but only you notice that, not even Draco notices.
Draco is your boyfriend. His childhood friend, Seraphina, is new to Hogwarts. She’s nice with everyone, and with you… she’s nice with you in public but a horrible person with you in private. She’ll try to steal your boyfriend, but Draco doesn’t notice it, but you do.
The bad boy Draco Malfoy discovers you, a girl that is as rebel as him. You’re always getting detention and you’re a Slytherin. Draco starts to flirt with you.
You’re at a Slytherin party. You’re stunningly gorgeous and, of course, everyone noticed it. Draco Malfoy notices you too, and he starts flirting with you. First, you’re kinda hard to get, but as the time goes on you start flirting back.
You’re in Hogwarts and you’ve been accused of murdering a student. You didn’t kill him. However, everyone in Hogwarts thinks you did, everyone but Draco, who is incredibly intelligent and is sure you didn’t kill him. Oh, and Draco is in love with you.
You’re crazy in love with Draco, and he knows. You always compliment him and stuff, but he doesn’t react, it’s almost like if he was ignoring you. But when you realize that he’s not worth your compliments, you stop complimenting him. When he realizes, he’ll try to impress you and he’ll realize that he needs you and has fallen in love with you.
Draco and you hate each other. However, you two are dating just to make Draco’s ex (Astoria) jealous, so you’re “lovers” in public, enemies in private. But, without wanting to, Draco starts to fall in love with you. (Y’all are in 7th year).
You’re in the hallway and suddenly Mattheo appears and asks you to be his girlfriend. But before you can reply, Draco, who’s your enemy, appears behind you, jealous, and acts like he’s your boyfriend in front of Mattheo just so he knows that you can’t be his girlfriend.
Mattheo Riddle and you have always been enemies. However, he has been flirting with you recently because he knew you got really nervous, and he liked annoying you.
someone wanted to prank you on potions class, so they put a glass of alcohol right next to another potion. (the person who pranked you is unknown). you, instead of drinking the potion, drank the glass of alcohol accidentally. no one knows. draco and you hate each other. he starts to feel like something’s wrong with you. he can’t help but try to help you so no one notices.
Nick Parker is your best friend. One day he tells you a big new: he's gotten a girlfriend. You tell him that you are very happy for him, but you're not because that means that now he will spend more time with her than with you. It's not jealusy, not yet.
