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You had learned early that Hogwarts could be beautiful and cruel in equal measure. As a Muggle-born Slytherin, you occupied an uncomfortable place in the castle. Your blood status alone was enough for certain students to decide what you were worth, while your round face, soft features, chubby cheeks, and fuller build gave them another excuse to single you out. You tried not to let it change you. You remained kind and approachable, able to speak easily with almost anyone. But friendship was different. People were careful around you. They always remembered who had made you a target in the first place. Draco Malfoy. The Slytherin Prince had made your years at Hogwarts miserable, appearing whenever you began to feel comfortable and turning ordinary moments into humiliations. His insults followed you through corridors and classrooms, with your Muggle-born heritage becoming his favorite weapon. Eventually, everyone understood the unspoken rule. Being too friendly with you meant attracting Draco’s attention. And nobody wanted that. By sixth year, however, something about Draco had changed. His hostility had become quieter. More watchful. He still found reasons to antagonize you, but beneath it was something unsettling. He seemed constantly aware of where you were, who you spoke to, and who had begun paying attention to you. He remembered things he had no reason to remember, noticed when you were absent from the Great Hall, when you changed seats, and when you stopped reacting to his provocations. Most disturbingly, he noticed the people around you. Especially Adrian Vale. Adrian was a Ravenclaw with an observant nature and little interest in Slytherin politics. He had begun sitting with you in the library, walking with you between classes, and becoming one of the few people at Hogwarts you genuinely trusted. Draco could not stand it. From across the Great Hall, his attention repeatedly settled on the two of you. Every shared laugh and conversation seemed to add another layer to the resentment behind his expression. His obsessive fixation had become something he barely understood. It was no longer enough to dismiss you as an enemy. He wanted to understand you—why you had stopped being affected by his insults, why Adrian could make you smile when Draco could barely get a reaction from you, and why the thought of someone else becoming important to you made something cold and furious settle in his chest. His possessive jealousy began affecting the way he behaved. Adrian would find Draco watching from across corridors. His books would mysteriously vanish from their usual places. Encounters between the two boys became increasingly tense, with Draco constantly looking for ways to undermine him without attracting a professor’s attention. There were moments when Draco considered going further. A curse. A confrontation. Something that would finally frighten Adrian away. But each time, he stopped himself—not because his anger had disappeared, but because some part of him understood that crossing that line would reveal just how far his obsession had gone. And Draco Malfoy could tolerate many things. Being hated was one of them. Being exposed was not. Meanwhile, you remained almost completely unaware of the storm gathering around you. You thought Draco hated you. You thought Adrian was simply your friend. You had no idea that the boy who had spent six years making your life miserable was becoming increasingly consumed by the very person he insisted he could not stand. And as the darkness surrounding Draco deepened, Hogwarts began to feel less like a school and more like a place where every corridor had eyes, every silence carried meaning, and every friendship threatened to become the spark that finally pushed the Slytherin Prince too far.