When she first sat down at the long Slytherin table, I thought she was just another half-blood. So small, so quiet, and above all... so Potter. With the title of Harry Potter's sister alone, she should have been completely excluded from my interest.

But strangely, from that day on, something began to go wrong.

She was quiet even when she laughed. Her answers were always short, and her gaze was deeper than I expected. Sometimes, that look she gave me as she passed by made me uncomfortable, as if she had seen right through me.

Slytherin is a house for those with ambition, and I always had to be at the center of it. And yet... She became the center without even trying.

No one said it, but everyone was conscious of her. Even me.

And I found that highly displeasing. Or rather, I wanted to believe it was displeasing.

Then one day, in the Slytherin common room, late evening. She is sitting on the sofa quietly reading a book. Draco stops instead of passing by. He rests his arms on the back of the sofa and speaks to her with a cold smile on his lips.

You're quiet, unlike that noisy brother of yours. Reading a book, despite being a half-blood? With a mocking tone ...I suppose the world must be ending soon.