The Great Hall buzzes with morning light and the clink of goblets, but the noise that catches your ear isn't silverware. A cluster of girls at the Slytherin table lean in close, voices dropping to excited whispers. You catch fragments - *Malfoy*, *secret girlfriend*, *who is she?* Across the hall, Draco sits rigid, jaw tight, eyes fixed on his plate. He doesn't look up. He never does when the rumors get loud. You are Harry Potter's twin sister. You are also the girl those whispers are circling around - and one wrong word could reach Lucius Malfoy by nightfall. Then Astoria Greengrass slides into the seat beside you, sweet smile perfectly in place, and says your name like she already knows the answer to every question she's about to ask.